Instead of Mickey in "that" scene, a better way they could have shown Mickey missing Ian.
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It's been days, days with no calls, no text, no one laying next to him, no Ian. Mickey figures Ian is having a grand time with his poor excuse of a mother. Mickey shakes his head at the thought. He lays in bed, staring at the ceiling smoking a joint, the room feels cold and empty.
He misses him so fucking much, so much. He turns his head and sees the clock, it almost two in the morning. He sighs and rolls over to put his joint out. He grabs his phone and turns it on, he opens the contact numbers and clicks on Ian's, he stops for a moment to stare at his contact photo, him in the grey beanie, flipping the camera off. Mickey sniffs and rubs his face, he misses him so much.
Instead of going to call Ian for the hundredth time that day, he goes over to the camera roll. Instantly pictures of Ian and Mickey appear in his camera roll. He scrolls to the top of the memory space, most of all their pictures date all they way back before Mickey came out and before Ian ran away. He clicks on a picture of Ian, he laying down on the old concrete floor of the abandoned building. He doesn't have his shirt on, from the time area, it was summer. Ian is smiling while covering his eyes with his hands. Mickey stares at the picture then he slides to the next one.
This picture is taken a little time after the first one, it shows Ian and in the background the Milcovich house. Mickey smiles at the picture, it shows what looks like Ian is on top of Mickey. Ian is smiling, his hair a mess, and it shows one of Mickey's hands covering Ian's nipple. Mickey smiles and laughs lightly at the picture.
He goes to another one and it shows the both of them laying down, making silly faces at the camera, this makes Mickey sit up as he stares at the picture. He goes to another, it's Mickey laying on his stomach as Ian is taking a selfie of the both of them. The next one is a video, Mickey hesitates for a moment then he plays it.
The video then shows Ian placing the phone on their dresser, it shows Ian moving, crawling on top of a sleeping Mickey, he can see that Ian is whispering into Mickey's ear, then it shows Mickey turning and looking at the camera.
"Are you fucking recording me?" He can hear himself ask in the video.
"What's so wrong about that?" Ian asks.
Mickey closes his eyes at the sound of Ian's voice.
"Well, one I'm fucking naked, and two what if somebody see's this shit?" Mickey asks and then Ian laughs.
The laugh, it almost makes Mickey break down right then and there.
"Then I guess whoever sees this will be so lucky." Ian says and then he leans down and kisses Mickey's lips.
Mickey closes his eyes as he sees the contact, he misses him so fucking much.
"Yeah, go turn the camera off." Mickey can hear himself whisper to Ian.
"Nah, we should keep it on." Ian whispers back and Mickey can see himself slap Ian's arm and say "Ian", then it shows Ian smiling.
The last part shows Ian climbing over, blowing a kiss into the camera, then finally the camera turning off.
"Fuck." Mickey whispers into the darkness.
He slides over to the next photo, the bright screen covering his face in the dark room, he tils his phone sideways so the picture can be bigger. He stares at the photo. The photo shows Mickey and Ian, laying on their bed, both on their sides staring at each other. Having that look of love in their eyes, they both have no shirt on and Mickey falls in love with the picture, falls in love with Ian all over again.
He goes to the next one and its the same picture taken in the same place, only this time, Ian is kissing Mickey's forehead. Ian has his eyes closed and so does Mickey. Mickey stares at the picture and his thumb caresses the picture of Ian. He shakes his head and closes his eyes, the warm tears falling out his eyes. He wipes his nose and takes in shaky breaths. He turns his phone off and tosses it on the bed. He cries softly and wipes his nose, the snots smearing on his hand. He misses him so much, he can't fucking bear it no more, he wants him back.
He wants him home.
As he's getting ready for bed, ready to shut his eyes, he looks at the clock and it's almost three in the morning. He moves around in his bed, trying as best to be comfortable. He closes his eyes for a second, then his phone rings. He get's up quickly, scrambling to find his phone in the sheets. He finally finds it and he notices the contact photo, he blinks a couple of time, hoping that the isn't dreaming. He answers the phone, he holds his breath, and stares into the dark room.
"Hey Mick." The voice says and Mickey closes his eyes, he missed his voice, he missed him, he missed him so fucking much.
"Can you come pick me up?"
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