violet gallagher // shameless

11- a gallagher and a milkovich?

the next day ian and i were working again. as we walked in we froze. kash was sitting behind the counter with a black eye.
"mickey? again!" i snapped.

" don't think he detached a retina this time. linda's gonna shit a brick!" kash said.

"look we'll replace the the stuff he stole before linda comes back" ian said.

"not this time. it's gonna take 3 days for the background check" kash sighted.
then i realized. my jaw dropped.
"he stole the fucking gun!" i snapped.

"i pulled it on him, even released the safety, but what was i supposed to do? shoot him over a packet of cup of soup?" kash exclaimed. ian and i looked at us with a face that said shit.

———-

the next day i decided to get the gun back. i got up from my bed, where i sat with ian, sharing a joint.

"where are you going vi?" he asked.

"gonna get that fucking gun back" i said, pulling on my jacket and shoes.

"okay, but be careful" he said. then i left.

———-

i walked into the milkovich house. terry was laying on the, being passed out.

"ew" i almost threw up when i smelled him. god this man has to shower. but i just walked pass him, looking for mickeys room.  on my way i found a bat, which i took with me.
finally i found his room. on the door was a cardboard-sign pinned, that said stay the fuck out. i just ignored it and quickly got into the room.

mickey looked so peaceful and innocent when he slept. i looked at him for a few seconds but then i remembered why i was here. i poked him with he bat.
"wake up milkovich!" i whispered.

"the fuck?!" me muttered, slowly opening his eyes.

"i want the gun back mickey!" i snapped.
he rubbed his eyes. "gallagher?"

"the gun!" i demanded, pointing the bat into his face.

"alright" he mumbled and got up. he stood right in front of me. his blue eyes looked like they could see through me. and everything i felt. jesus his eyes were beautiful. no no no no, i need to stop thinking like that. the  fuck was wrong with me?

suddenly he jumped at me. he hold my wrist in which i was hold the bat. it was so fast that i couldn't react. but at somehow he flipped me over onto his bed and pinned me down.

i tried to kick him with my legs and get out but he was so much stronger than me. mickey straddled my waist, keeping me down and took the bat away. he hold it up to me and i closed my eyes being ready for the pain. but nothing happened.

confused i opened my eyes again, looking up at him. mickey was still holding me down, the bat in his hand. but he didn't do anything. then he lowered it. relief came over me. thank god.

we had a pretty intense eye contact and the fact that he was keeping me down like that, gave me butterflies. what the actual fuck. the butterflies got stronger.

the next thing i remeber is him pulling off his shirt and helping me to get my off as well. our lips crashed together. then he began to kiss my neck. it felt so good. he pinned my hands down. with the other hand he took my underwear off. his kisses went more down. kissing my chest, my stomach and so on. he took of his trousers.

then it happened. i can't believe it.

———-

after it was putting my shirt back on. we both knew, if any of our families found out, we're dead. it was okay to be friends with the milkoviches, but hooking up with one... shit would seriously go down.

"not a fucking word to anyone about this. you hear me milkovich?"

"sure thing little gallagher" he smirked at me. then i left his room.
mandy was standing outside the door.

"what were you doing in there violet?" she asked. i smiled and pulled up my shirt a bit, revealing the gun.  she smiled as well when she saw it.