Fuck You Gallagher

white..african what kinda hybrid is that shit?

As I scurry to the front door I hear Ian call out
"Hopefully you don't become deceased without my dick for five fucking minutes!!"
"Don't worry man, I don't need you ascusting ass dick!" I retort back slightly proud of myself for that one

I pick up the pace, the faster i walk.. or waddled, i don't know why but i have a funny limp, south side walk some would call it, it's when you.....fuck why am I thinking this? have to get a beer

Where was i? oh yeah. The faster I walk the less I think ...although I just interrupted my own distraction so now ive lead my stupid brain back to thinking about ians not so disgusting ass dick....ass dick heheh I'm so fucking funny I  think to myself..."hey!"

I look up to see a tall...6ft,3ish white, blonde haired, blue eyed fuckin schmoopy moopey guy looking down at me.
"Fuck I'm sorry man, my night vision isn't working tonight haha" he says in an accent ive never fuckin heard before, it was like British with a bit of sewer water.

"The fuck is that accent" Ignoring his not funny joke
"Oh...I'm south african, sorry for bumping into yo.." he's interrupted by the dwarf
"You're white though..not sure how that fuckin..." I do a hand gesture to show my unknowingness .

The man's jaw stays surprisingly still..not dropping at my kinda intentional ignorance
"Yes I have gathered I am white thank you good meneer." Asshole

"white..african, what kinda hybrid is that shit?" I mumble under my breath

"What you doing on a run at three A.M anyway" the first sentence ive have said to the poor man without a curse word in it.

"My vision is shit so I run in the dark..I can see ..uh better. Logan, you are...?"

"Mickey,"

"How fuckin tall are you man" I say quickly not giving him a chance to ask about my name, not expecting him to either. I stare at his gaunt stature
"Like the mouse eh?" he asked anyway ignoring the question
"You are so fuckin funny man." I say dead pan, not finding it funny at all
"How tall are you" I ask again
"6,4" I felt my balls get sucked inside of me as if I entered cold water.
"JESUS fuck"

A smirk covers logans face
"So out of curiosity my friend how tall are you" this question was inevitable, I am a child compared to Ian, so you can imagine what this dudes like with me.
"Fehvsewn" I  say quick and under my breath playfully.
"What's that mumbles?" Logan says smiling,it was an incredibly white dentist ad fuckin smile that I couldn't help but smile back at.

"Five fuckin 7" I make sure to say with a high head

"Uh well you look it, I mean it's a big Heights for such man to carry!" Logan gestures at ALLLLL of me

I hold my hands up "i mean it is fuckin difficult all this man to be carrying" I like this bit of playfulness, as I have no one else the only person I've interacted with for the last few years is Ian, and thus was the only nice or fun words I've heard in months

Someone's phone dings
Logan shakes his head "not me"
So I take my phone out, it's Ian

Get me old style while you're out

I respond

Sory just becum resently deseesed with out your discusting ass dick

I knew I misspelled a fuck ton of words but I don't care anymore about that.

I hate to admit it but I'm upset with Ian, he ain't getting no fucking old-style from me.

"Look man I gotta go ill see ya around"
Logan flashes another Hollywood smile
"Guess I'll see you my friend"
"Aight bye"
"Bye"

I continue my quest to get beer

Fuck that guy, I think to myself
Fuckin hybrid motherfucker, white seudo black african,whatever the fuck he was

I was fuckin smitten...no denying the hard on I have from the african white dude brushing past me. His hand brushed against my stomach

I don't want that fuckin mutt I got a ginger..who isn't going to leave me for nothing, I say nodding to the lamp post

I feels disgusting for the hard on I had, Ian hasn't touched me in weeks so im hyper sensitive to that shit

I feel terrible even though I  shouldn't , i feel like i cheated for having a hard on.

I might be some sort of dyslexic whatever the fuck that is... Ian forced me to get checked for it last year...whatever! Im getting side tracked to hide from the pain, a skill ive learned and mastered through the years..fuck am I getting side tracked about being side tracked?

Anyway!  Even though I'm  dyslexic doesn't mean that I'm  oblivious to how Ian looks or touches other guys, at the gym last week I've seen Ian stroke a dudes abs,usually I would stab a mother fucker but Ian hadn't touched me for months and I  grew more and more insecure about the relationship, so I did nothing, afraid he'll dump me on the spot.

Doesn't matter im at the store now, time for the next quest, getting the overpriced west side beer.