Shield - Gallavich

Chapter three - Needed

My whole body was numb unlike my thoughts which were going a mile a minute.

'Say something Mickey.'

'Why are you just staring at him?'

'Holy shit think of something, anything!'

They were interrupted when Ian began to move around in his chair after what felt like forever of him just sitting staring at the floor.

"...Hey" Ian looks up to meet my eyes. Hey? what the fuck? I'm here with my mind in a hurricane and thats all he has to say. Four fucking months of waiting only to be rewarded with a nice solid one word, 'hey'.

Well shit. I suppose I better say hey back then or maybe ask why he broke up with me? Or if he has started taking his meds? How was he doing at work? Maybe I should ask about Yev? Why did he come here?

Instead I went with the first and safer option.

"Hey" I replied. Ian let out a soft laugh from his nose, probably because of how ridiculous and awkward we were being with each other.

"Shit Mickey, if I knew I was coming for a job interview I would've worn a suit and tie." He replies with sarcasm laced in his voice.

His smile was flashed at me, only for a few seconds, but it was enough to make me smile back at him. A genuine smile. Shit, I've missed him so fucking much.

"I've missed you." I voice my thoughts to him in barely a whisper, only audible for him to hear. The last thing I need is pricks in here knowing about my one weakness.

"...Mickey" Ian drops his head, closes his eyes and looks down at the floor once again. I have to admit that wasn't the reaction I was hoping for from him, fuck I wish we could just bounce back to how we were before all of this shit.

I frantically try to find something to lighten up the mood from this serious tone, I hate being serious, its just not how I function.

I hold my hand up to the glass and stare forward until he looks back up. An instant smile surfaces as the memory of him doing this to me resurfaces in his memory, followed by his cheeks beginning to rise and turning into a round shape on his face. Just enough to part his lips but not enough for a laugh to escape. Goddamn he's so fucking cute, no matter how big and tough he acts, that smile will stay with him forever. I love that. I love him.

"If someone would have told me 5 years ago that Mickey Milkovich would be holding his hand up to the glass and telling me how he's missed me, I would've laughed in their face y'know sometimes I wonder how the fuck we even spiralled this far, I me-" I cut him off before giving him any opportunity to hurt me.

"Why did you come here Ian?" I blurt out without my brain registering.

"I didn't come to get back together if thats what you mean. You're in prison and y'know how things are with my..." He pauses, "problems."

"So you aren't on your meds?" I reply.

"No" He says sternly and the glimmer of hope inside me begins to drain. "I meant what I said Mick, I'm not going to start popping pills and become someone who i'm not, I don't want to be like that." Why is he such a stubborn fucking asshole?

"So why are you here then?" The obvious question escapes my lips.

"I came to talk to you about Svet and Yev." My mind spirals and I instantly think of the worst, did they die? Ian must've picked up my worries because he speaks up "They're struggling Mickey. Svetlana cant work and take care of Yev at the same time. I heard about you getting extra time, you need to cut that shit out, they need you."

I was so wrapped up about Ian I completely forgot that the money I left for them would eventually run out.

"I know you get out in a couple of days, just make sure you don't do any dumb shit. Svet wouldn't come to tell you, she didn't want to have to rely on you to take care of her. So I suppose somebody had to and thats why i'm here." I cant help but feel a little hurt by his words, I was so stupid thinking he would come here just to see me.

"ONE MINUTE!" The guard stood at the side of the door yells to everyone. Twat.

Ian has probably been helping them, I know how much he cares for Yevgeny and he wouldn't just let him starve regardless of weather he was sick or whatever you call it.

"I wont do anything stupid and I'll be out of this shit hole by wednesday, I promise." I reassure him and he gives me a nod in response. I get up and walk back over to the prick of a guard.

"Mickey!" I instantly turn around to face Ian but he just stares at me blankly. I smirk which soon turns into a smile, he hasn't forgotten about me...he hasn't forgotten about us.

Thats it, the final push I needed to get my shit together and not get any more extra time. It's kinda nice to know that people need me, I like feeling needed.

I break the eye contact and walk back towards my cell, lay down on the bunk and stare up at the ceiling with a teenage girl fucking grin plastered onto my face.