Always going to be him//Gallavich

Four

IAN
Things had been weird since my night with Mickey. For starters, I hadn't seen him in a week. I'd hang with Mandy, but if I was around, Mickey wouldn't be. Fiona was asking questions about me and the mystery person I had sex with, and I refused to tell her, as it would probably never happen again.

"C'mon Ian. We used to tell each other everything! Can I at least know what the girl looks like?" Fiona asked, basically begging to know. If only she knew that it wasn't a girl that I fucked.

"Can't tell you what she looks like, 'cause it ain't a girl that I fucked." I revealed, Fiona dropping a fork in the sink in confusion.

"Wait, if you didn't bang a girl...then...oh my god! Are you gay?!" Fiona smiled.

"Yep." I sighed.

"Who's the dude?" Fiona asked, facing me. She crossed her arms and smirked.

"Just because you know I fucked a dude, doesn't mean you get to know who he is." I laughed, Fiona splashing some water at me.

"Hey, I'm sorry that I want to know who you're banging. I mean, I'm clearly not getting any. Look at me." Fiona gestured to her outfit, being only shorts and a long sleeve flannel shirt.

"Question..." Fiona smiled.

"As long as it's not about who I'm banging, shoot." I sighed.

"When you said that you were banging Kash, was that before or after you knew you were gay?" Fiona asked a genuine question, a question that I hadn't even considered myself.

"After." I replied, Fiona smiling at me.

"Was there...anyone else?" Fiona asked. I knew that if I told her, she'd probably be grossed out.

"Ned." I looked away from her.

"Ned...as in Ned Lishman, Jimmy's dad?!" Fiona turned away, dry heaving into the empty sink.

"Yeah." I sat down, drinking the coffee that was probably now cold.

"Eww, Ian...what the fuck?!" Fiona tried to remain calm.

"Before or after I started seeing Jimmy?" Fiona looked at me, concerned.

"During..." I stood up, drinking the rest of the cold coffee.

"IAN!" Fiona splashed me with more water from the sink.

"You told her, didn't you?" Lip smirked as I headed upstairs, wanting to escape Fiona's visible disgust.

"She kept asking me questions. I had to tell her something to get her off my back." I chuckled, chucking dirty laundry into a nearby laundry basket.

"Lip, make sure that you stick to one girl please, and a girl your age? I don't want you turning into Ian, a teenager who fucked two older men, both of whom were married and had kids." Fiona smiled at her younger brother who couldn't stop laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Fiona asked, confused.

"I'm just thinking about Ian and the guy he fucked last week!" Lip smirked.

"Lip knows?! Lip knows who you fucked?! What about me? We used to tell each other everything, Ian." Fiona sighed, defeated.

"Sorry, bro-code." I smirked, using my palm to whack Lip in the back of the head.

"I swear, you both became assholes the moment that you two kept secrets from me. First, Lip refuses to tell me who his new girlfriend is and then you go ahead and go around banging some guy and you tell Lip but not me! How unfair is that!" Fiona groaned.

"Just FYI, Lip knows who my dude is, but I have no idea who his new girlfriend is." I clarified, Lip laughing as he walked away.

"Oh yeah, Lip's new girlfriend. She's some chick from his college." Debbie informed us as she walked into her room.

"DEBBIE!" Lip screamed from the bathroom.

"Got anymore info about her?" Fiona asked, interested.

"Got a photo." She pulled out her phone, showing me and Fiona.

"Wow." Fiona smiled.

"Hey, Ian. Now it's your turn." Fiona smiled.

"My turn to what?" I asked, confused.

"Your turn to give me some info about the dude you've been seeing." Fiona stood her ground. She clearly wasn't going to stop asking me.

"No. I'm not saying anything because 1. It'll never happen again, 2. I'm gay, but I don't know if he is, 3. He would 100 percent agree to remain anonymous." I rejected her.

"He's clearly gay if he had sex with you." Debbie opened her bedroom door, looking me up and down with a smirk.

"Debbie, bed. Now." Fiona rolled her eyes, gently nudging Debbie back into her room.

"Ugh! How come all the good conversations happen when I'm in bed?!" Debbie complained.

"When you're older, you'll know." I smiled, giving Debbie a kiss on her forehead.