Always going to be him//Gallavich

Twenty-Eight

MICKEY
6 months had passed and my parole court meeting occurred 3 days ago. I was nervous as to whether I would actually be released.

At 11:30 am, I watched as my cell door was opened, revealing an officer. He held a plastic bag with my clothes in it. Smiling, I happily got changed, patiently waiting for the peaceful moment when I'd get to walk out of these prison walls. I grabbed my belongings, signed a release form and within minutes, I was walking outside the prison, feeling more free than I ever had. Mandy came around to pick me up and drop me home.

My first thing to do was to call Ian. I needed to make amends for what was said 6 months ago. I needed to know that he didn't hate me.

The moment I stepped out of Mandy's car, I dialled Ian's number, waiting for him to pick up.

"This is Ian Gallagher's phone. Leave a message." I almost threw my phone on the ground.

"Hi Ian. It's Mickey. I just got released from prison! I'm free! Can we meet up? I need...to apologise." I spoke, before hanging up the phone.

I was confused as to why Ian didn't pick up. He usually picks up every call. Knowing that I had to see him one way or the other, I bolted straight to his house, not wasting any time.

I sighed when I reached Ian's house. I was about to go up and knock on the front door, but I stopped.

"You know, maybe you and Trevor should come drinking with us? It'll be fun!" I hid behind a tree and watched as Fiona yelled to someone in the house. Who the fuck was Trevor?

I continued to watch as Ian walked outside the Gallagher household, holding hands with someone.

"You know, I think Trevor and I will just...go and get burgers." He smiled at who I believed to be Trevor.

Trevor placed a kiss on Ian's cheek, Ian smiling and kissing Trevor back.

I wanted to vomit. I couldn't bare seeing Ian kissing someone else. Knowing that Ian had now moved on, I needed something similar. I needed to find someone who could satisfy me as well as Ian did. I needed to find someone to replace Ian.

Before long, I had ended up in a gay bar. It's the last place I ever thought I'd be, considering I'm a Milkovich, but if I was going to find someone to fuck and also be in love with, I had to find someone as gay as Ian, and the perfect place to find someone like Ian, was a gay bar.

I sat down for a few minutes, ordering a drink. A man sat next to me, his eyes looking me up and down.

"I'm Byron." He smiled, holding out his hand.

"Mickey." I shook his hand.

After hours of talking and drinking...well mostly drinking, we ended up back at his place. Before I knew it, I was being ass fucked by a guy I had only met hours prior.

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I woke up to the feeling of someone's hand on my stomach. I smiled for a moment, believing the hand belonged to Ian, but when I turned over to see that Ian wasn't in bed with me, the prior night's events flooded back into my brain.

IAN
I tried to fall asleep, but nothing worked. I got out of bed, making sure not to disturb Trevor, who unlike me, was able to fall asleep 2 minutes before resting his head on one of my pillows.

I went for a run around the neighbourhood. It was cold, but at least the run would clear my mind. I ran as far and as fast as I could, trying to tire myself out. Eventually, I made it back to the Gallagher house. As I headed inside, I checked my phone, noticing a missed call from Mickey. Confused, I checked to see if he had left a message, and he had. I hesitantly clicked on the voice message, wondering what Mickey had said.

"Hi Ian. It's Mickey. I just got released from prison! I'm free! Can we meet up? I need...to apologise." My heart dropped. Mickey was out of prison, and I had only just found out now.

Holy shit.

I couldn't think. I just stared at the wall in front of me, trying to understand what I had just heard. Mickey wanted to apologise.