The Secret Between Us//Gallavich

2| Slow success

IAN
The arrangement between Mandy, Mickey and I was slowly turning into a success. Dinner with the Milkovich family was okay. I sat between Mandy and Mickey, which at first was weird, but after a while, became fine.

When I got home from the Milkovich house at around 11 pm, I watched as Lip stood up off the top step of the porch, a cigarette in his mouth.

"Where you been?" He asked, blowing smoke out of his nose.

"I've been at the Milkovich house." I explained, watching as slip looked at me confused.

"Why?" Lip questioned.

"I- I was spending the evening with my girlfriend and her family." I spoke, watching as Lip's eyes widened.

"Girlfriend? Since when?!" Lip looked surprised.

"Since tonight." I admitted.

"Mandy or Sandy Milkovich?" Lip asked.

"Mandy..." I smiled.

"Holy shit." Lip chuckled.

"Please...don't tell anyone!" I asked, watching as Lip smirked.

"FIONA!" Lip yelled, forcing Fiona to exit the house and come outside.

"What do you want?" Fiona asked, confused.

"Ian has a girlfriend..." Lip announced, forcing me to look away in embarrassment.

"Oh my god! Who is she?" Fiona smiled.

"Brace yourself. Mandy Milkovich. Our little bro is dating a Milkovich!" Lip announced as Fiona's eyes widened.

"Fuck you, Lip." I rolled my eyes.

"Invite Mandy over for dinner tomorrow night. Tell her she can bring Mickey." Fiona asked as I rolled my eyes.

"Sure." I exhaled, pushing past Lip who smirked.

Me: Fiona's inviting you and Mickey over for dinner tomorrow night.

Mandy: Lip found out and he told Fiona, didn't he?

Me: Yep.

———
(The Next Evening)

At 5 pm, I watched as Mandy and Mickey walked toward the house, Mickey's face slightly lighting up when he saw me. I jumped down the steps, making sure that neither Fiona nor Lip were watching before I placed a kiss on Mickey's cheek.

"I missed you too, Ian. But why am I here?" Mickey asked, confused.

"Fiona invited Mandy, and I guess she didn't want to leave you out?" I wasn't really sure.

Without warning, Mandy pulled me in for a kiss, confusing me at first.

"What was that for?" I asked as Mandy smiled.

"I just felt like kissing my boyfriend. Also, Lip and Fiona just came outside." She informed me.

I pulled away from the hug that Mandy had pulled me into, looking at Fiona, who looked surprised.

"Fiona, this is my girlfriend Mandy." I introduced Mandy to Fiona, who tried to keep smiling.

"Nice to meet you, Mandy." Fiona shook Mandy's hand, Lip clearly finding this whole situation hilarious.

"She put her best shirt and pants on for you." Lip whispered to me, a smirk on his face.

Walking inside the house, Debbie was the first to start talking to Mandy, while Carl focused on learning about all of Mickey's crimes. When the dinner itself was served, I sat between Mandy and Mickey again. I could feel Mickey's hand landing on my leg, rubbing up and down my thigh ever so slightly. I wasn't going to lie, he was turning me on a little bit.

"Dude, keep it calm down there." Mandy whispered to me.

———

Fiona and Mandy seemed to have been getting along. They would talk about different subjects that they were both interested in. I even at one point heard Mandy and Fiona joke about Mickey, which made me feel kind of sad. When dinner was finished, Mandy and Fiona moved to the couch. Mickey, Lip and I watched as Fiona actually tried to get to know Mandy, confusing us.

"Are Mandy Milkovich and Fiona Gallagher actually getting along?" Mickey laughed.

"I think so..." I watched the women, trying to understand their conversation.

"I wonder how their conversation is going. Fiona goes "I've been raising my 5 siblings since I was 6" and Mandy goes "I've been stealing money and being a criminal since I was a child". Yeah. That's a very interesting conversation." Lip laughed.

"She's only been stealing since she was a child. Dad would never let Mandy be a full on criminal." Mickey corrected Lip, who scoffed.

"Is it just me, or can I not wait for this evening to be over?" I asked, looking at Mickey and Lip.

"Hey, at least this evening has been a slow success." Mickey winked at me.

"This arrangement might actually work." Mickey placed his hand on my ass and squeezed as we walked into the kitchen, both of us grabbing another beer.

"If it does, we're two lucky bastards." I smiled, hoping that no one caught Mickey squeezing my ass.