Fuck You Gallagher

Im on a mission to get laid

Mickey
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Can't get his accent put of my head.
How he says, eh? After every sentence like a dumbass, a cute dumbass.
His eyes that were light blue, almost grey.. I'm guessing he has some kind of eye condition because he said he can't see well so he runs at night time and his eyes look broken. His blonde fluffy hair and his big ass fucking body, 6,3 for chists sake he's huge,

Logan almost made me completely forget about Ian but i was rudely whisked back to reality when Ian jumped up.

"mick, up"
"yeah, yeah I'm up what's wrong" I say hopefully, thinking he wants to do the devils tango.
"I'm heading out, lip needs me for something."
I know he's lying. Just ask him mick grow balls. "Are..uhm do..i..its... yeah" fuckin idiot I can't even talk. Ian ignored my pathetic attempt to speak and gathers his coat and a change of clothes "it's his baby or something see ya mick" and just like that he rushes out the door.

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Ians point of view
Trevor texted me at 2 A.M
Miss you, wanna hook up?
I got that as I laid next to my boyfriend mickey, who I can't look at recently, I've been having nightmares, trauma forcing old memories of me and him, that time with Svetlana and his dad, all in all I know it wasn't micks fault. But it's haunting me, maybe I'm just sub consciously trying to find a reason to hate him.

Of course I ran when I got the text.
Be there in 20

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Mickeys pov
Fuckin asshole, My heart aches a bit as insecurity creeps back in, I ain't no bitch though
I'm going out

Fuck you Gallagher.

It's 2:10 am I know this bitch is out jogging, I pull on the semi respectable clothing I find on the floor and saunter out of the apartment. I'm on a mission to get laid.

Like a pussy I wait outside the apartment door contemplating running back in and crying on my pillow or "working out" with the nice south african boy.

I decide the latter running to the south african boys house and possibly crying on his pillow. So I start my saunter again down the stairs (I was extremely upset that we got an apartment on the second floor) and out the apartment complex.

I walk to that faggoty off license in hopes of running into him.
As I near my heart aches more. I want Ian. I think to myself biting my hangnail. We've been to prison together could he possibly just not love me anymore.

I pull my phone out and without hesitation I'm about to call him untill that fucking south african boy is walking towards me.

"Fuck." I say to myself my finger hovering over the ians name (red headed cock sucker ❤️)  I had to make a decision and I made what I believed at the time to be the wrong one, Logan.

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Logans pov
I have retinitis pigmentosa, which is deterioration of the retina, my vision has been slowly dying since I was 4 years old, I'm 24 now so I can't see shit, I see way better at night because during The day I see a glare from windows, the sun, TV, lights and that completely covers my vision where at night I see a very dimmed version of the world, like when your phone is on the lowest level of brightness, sometimes I wear sun glasses at night to hide the moon from my eyes.