Friday, I'm In Love

Chapter Nine

- Present Day - 

Friday 

On the phone:

"He's excited to see you..." You say down the phone to Mickey. Mickey had been to see Hector more and more over the last few weeks, months, leading right up to him coming to a parent teacher meeting at Hectors school where he was thrilled to hear he was doing well. 

"I'm excited to have him here shame we couldn't have done Christmas together you know with you... but Hector for New Years is a start.." 

"Ah Christmas together... don't think the woman you want to die with would like that..." Although you'd seen him in regards to Hector and at the Parent Teacher meeting you avoided him otherwise... you had ignored his calls, Argyris's calls and even Christos's calls. This was the first time you'd brought it up. 

"Y/N, about that, I..." 

"WHAT SO WE JUST DON'T HAVE A SINK NOW?" you hear from down the phone. 

"Goodbye Mickey, Merry fucking Christmas..." and then you hang up.

 . . .  WITH MICKEY. . .  

"Shit..." he uses aloud as he put his phone down with a huff and gets up to go into the kitchen to see an annoyed Chloe trying to unblock the sink. 

"I called the guy okay, he was supposed to come..." he walks in shuffling his feet feeling delated. 

"No you have to call a professional..." she sighs as Mickey bends down arguing with her and taking a look at the sink himself. 

"He is, he's a fucking plumber ok?! Its fine he's going to come today..."

"Don't start playing with it unless you know what you're doing..." she retorts pleadingly and Mickey looks under the sink... he was sure you and he had fixed this problem at your a few years ago.... didn't need an over priced professional then. Water starts dripping from where it shouldn't. 

"I TOLD YOU JUST CALL SOMEONE NOW!"

"Ok calm down..." he stands up walking towards Chloe. 

"Don't tell me to calm down the place is a..." 

"Relax" he went to put his hand on her arms as he alway did with you to calm you down but she shrugs him away. 

"Don't tell me to fucking relax..Mickey...Hector arrives on MONDAY! The place is in SHIT!" 

"Well I'm not going to have to taking him into the fucking kitchen ok?! He can go in his room..." 

Chloe huffs in disbelief. "God it's like living with a fucking teenager..." she angrily takes off the washing up gloves as Mickey talks.  "NO I WILL HAVE TO FIX IT LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE..." then she storms off leaving Mickey in the kitchen exasperated and confused. 

 . . . 

Mickey is sat in his 'work space' headphone on, working on the song you'd liked, hoping to give you a copy of the finished thing when you dropped off Hector on Monday. 

"I'm sorry" Chloe mummers as she walks in, taking his headphones off he spins round the chair and look at her. 

"Its fine..." he smiles maybe it was, maybe it was meant to be that you were never going to take him back and he should be focusing on Chloe... but he couldn't. 

"Let me make it up to you?" 

"Ok..." She smiles, walking over to him on the chair to straddle and kiss him but he stops her.