I wander around the store aimlessly, there was so many fuckin faggoty ass beers all i wanted was sweet tender loving old style.
Old style won't stroke some twinks abs, won't stare at some fuckers buying WATERMELON OR NOTHING, he won't stay out all hours of the night then come home "tired", old style might get a hard on for the might as well be dog, cat, donkey, horse, hybrid south african motherfucker
Anyway! Beer time, "yo,man got any beer" I spoke to a fugly looking dude with green hair
The worker gestures to the whole store,
"I got Farmhouse Ale, American Wheat, Vienna Lager, IPAs..."
I interrupt his stupid ass
"What about beer?"
The worker scoffs and points to the domestic fridge
I sauntered over there and see my sweet, sweet Chicago old style and pick up three cans, I then sauntered back to the counter
"18 bucks"
"18 FUCKING BUCKS?"
unfuckingbelievable
"Check it again" I demanded
The clerk looked tired but reluctantly did it again out of fear of my fist going up his ass "18 bucks"
"6 BUCKS FOR A FUCKIN BEER?!"
All I could here a small "yep"
"Should be five for the fuckin pack" I leave with my beers
***
I return home and open the door to the bedroom, I left an old style in the fridge for ian, the same one Ian wasn't fucking getting.
Ian was still asleep so I kick my scummy shoes off and my y2k jeans, whatever the fuck they are, Ian calls them that. Once they are removed, I lay reluctantly next to Ian wanting to hold or be held so badly..fuck it
I wrap one arm around my boyfriend, it was calm..peaceful something I longed for, my peace and serenity was literally knocked out of me when Ian bounced his elbow against my chest
"shit,what the fuck Gallagher?"
"Warm, mickey"
I turn away not physically hurt but wanting to sob, unable to distract my mind which is unusual. One little sneaky bastard of a tear sneaks out of my inner corner so I punch the fuck outta it with my pointer finger quick as lightning.
All I wanted was to be held right now, even the fuckin horse lama man would do right now, my main focus was not letting any sneaky cunts out of my stupid eyelids right now
Eventually I must have fell asleep cradling myself comfortably like I did after, or before a major beating I received or witnessed, dear reader your lucky I admitted that to you. I rocked and rocked, Ian doesn't think I realize I do it, Ian hasn't pointed it out, he feels too bad seeing his stupid pussy boyfriend rocking back and forth holding my own wrist do prevent it being grabbed, which is stupid as it leaves the other one capable of being grabbed but I dont care it brings minor comfort .
He doesn't feel bad enough to comfort me though or to say goodnight or a simple I love you, something which I make it my point to do every night.
Maybe there's a reason....
Fucks sake i know the reason I'm too pussy shit to admit though, I haven't even said it in my own head never mind with my mouth.
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Fuck You Gallagher
RomanceMicky milkovich gets doubts with his relationship with ian, Ian falls out of love and rekindles with someone while leaving mickey to wait around like some bitch, or so Ian thinks.
