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Rundown- what if Mickey didn't give Ian the gun back afterwards?
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"I want the gun back Mickey"
The voice was muffled as his eyes slowly opened to see none other than Ian fuckin' Gallagher in front of him holding some type of metal object, as his eyes adjusted the unknown metal object turned into a crowbar the red head was holding pointing it in his direction, implying it was his weapon of choice
"Gallagher?"
He rubbed his eyes the fuzziness of being woken up wearing off slowly as he sat up on his bed still looking at the kid with a questionable look on his face, he wondered how Ian even got in here considering his dad was just in the lounge room
"The gun!"
It was obvious to Mickey that he didn't know what he was doing, his hand was shaking as he proceeded to point towards him with his crowbar, voice was higher pitched as the kid was clearly scared as fuck. He mentally laughed as he was here for the gun he stole from towel heads store. He scanned over him before lifting his hands in the air fake surrendering sarcastically
"Alright"
Of course he didn't plan on giving Gallagher the gun that easily as he knew he could take him on, he leaned over and started opening the draw and looking into it, out of the corner of his eye he watched as Ian's attention diverted to the draw as well, Mickey took that as his chance to swiftly turn around and grab the ginger by his shirt throwing him against the wall and banging his arm against one of his random posters making him drop the so called weapon he brought in. He crawled on top of him and started choking him with his elbow before the man beneath him stood up with him still on his back and threw him into the red couch on the other side of the room, it didn't take long before Mickey got back up and attempted to push him only getting himself pushed against the wall again. The Gallagher took no time trying to scavenge for the piece of metal he lost previously before once again Mickey jumped on top of him kneeing him in the back until he was laying on his back on the bed with his knees on either side of the gingers head, Mickey took the crowbar from the younger boys hand and held it daringly above his head ready to strike at any moment
Ian shut his eyes and prepared for his head to be beaten in by Mickey but nothing came, he looked back up making eye contact with the man above him and they both silently understood what the other was thinking
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Both boys flopped onto the bed side by side coming down from their high, panting in sync with each other, Mickey heard the footsteps approaching his door and he pulled his only blanket over them and looked towards the wall as the ginger shot him a questionable look, Ian realised why when the door opened and he watched as Terry walked into the bathroom with a cigarette in his mouth, they both laid there with their heart beats in their throats as Terry walked back out to the door
"Mandy's making eggs"
He said as he turned around and looked at them Ian kept staring back fear in his eyes
"Put some clothes on you two look like a couple of fags"
He grumbled as he walked out the door slamming it behind him, both of them exhaled deeply relieved they hadn't been beaten to death, Mickey was the first to get up putting on his original clothes looking at Ian as if to say 'hurry the fuck up and get out' he got dressed and turned around to see Mickey looking at him glaring as if nothing had happened
"The fuck you waitin' on get out"
"Give me the gun Mickey"
"Get fucked Gallagher, out"
Mickey opened the door and pushed him out
"I kinda just did"
Ian smirked as Mickey gave him a look that could kill before slamming the door in his face
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Mickey walked out of his room the next day to see Terry asleep on the couch snoring obnoxiously loud, his eyes rose to Mandy who looked up at him angrily
"Just give him the fucking gun Mick"
"What?"
His heart beat accelerated at the thought that she might know, it only just hit him now that Ian and her were supposedly together even though he knew it was bullshit considering they had never slept together or done anything short of that, clearly she knew Ian was gay as almost anyone could practically smell it on him but he hoped to god Ian hadn't told her what they did
"The gun? Ian came to me bitching the other day how you stole the gun from Kash and he wanted to get it back"
He sighed hopefully not too loudly as Mandy was still giving him a questionable look
"No I like that gun he isn't getting shit back"
"It isn't even yours Mickey"
"It is now bitch"
Mandy rolled her eyes before opening her pack of smokes realising its empty, she looked up at Mickey who shrugged
"Ran out this morning"
"Can you go get some pleasee"
Mandy always whined when she wanted him to do something for her sadly he knew he needed to get some anyway and nodded while rolling his eyes, only reason he complied so easily was because he knew Ian wasn't on that day as it was a Sunday, he had learnt his schedule when he thought he raped Mandy which turned out to be a load of shit
Stupid fuckin' Gallagher
The only words repeating in his head on a loop the whole way to Kash and Grab, now his fucking sister knows he was even there to begin with.
He walked in the door déjà vu of the bell ringing through his ears, Kash was sitting at the front counter with a semi-black eye from when he took the gun causing a smug smile to pull at his mouth.
"Carton of smokes"
Kash silently reached up and put it on the counter watching as Mickey walked out, he could practically feel the relief from him as he walked out the door what a fucking pansy
The walk home was going perfectly fine no interruptions no thought of the ginger, only 3 houses left till the Milkoviches and then
He felt a thud at his shoulder making him fall to the ground next to his new murder victim
"What the fuck?!?"
"Shit sorry man- Mickey?"
The second the red hair caught his eye he knew exactly who it was, that fucking Gallagher is going to get himself killed if he keep not looking where he's going
"What the hell Ian?!"
They both got up shaking the snow of their clothes before Ian turned back around to see the Milkovich glaring back at him
"It's not like I did it on purpose"
"Maybe watch where the fuck you're going next time?!"
"I'll keep that in mind Mick"
Mickey rolled his eyes and turned around walking away before feeling a hand on his arm and snapping his head around
"What?"
Ian let go a bit looking nervous and looking down slightly
"Are you free any time soon?"
"Depends on what you're offering"
Ian laughed slightly looking around before leaning in a little
"I can offer 9 inches again"
For a second Mickey thought his heart stopped beating before also looking around and calming down when nobody was anywhere to be seen
"Yes I'm free"
"I can meet you at the dugouts? Could also offer weed if you want to bring beer"
"I'll be there at 9"
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Side note: this might be a chapter thing if a few people want it to be just comment if so
