Shameless - Mickeys POV - Gallavich

Beatdown

I don't know what I was thinking taking Kash's gun. I like to push buttons but maybe I took this one too far. It's just that him and damn Gallagher are so fuckin' frustrating. Especially Gallagher. Every time I'm around him, I don't feel like myself. I don't feel like I want to beat his ass the way I should, instead I feel like I want to hug him or some shit; just to be closer to him. I need to get that fuckin' kid out of my head.

I throw myself unto my bed and lay with my face pushed into the pillows. I could use some sleep, I haven't been getting any since I met him. I feel myself slowly start to drift off. All I ever do lately is think about him and his ridiculous red hair, pale skin, adorable brown freckles. I think about his lips and how soft they would be if I had the guts to press mine against them.
What in the actual fuck is going on right now in my head.
I sit up straight and rub my eyes. Maybe I need to get a beer or go meet a chick, I could just kick his ass. That might help, for a second.

Before I can think of any other ideas of how to forget his cute fuckin' face, my bedroom door swings open, causing me to stand straight as I'm met with Ian's gaze. He grabs the door from behind him without taking his eyes off of mine, and slams it shut. What the hell is he doing here?

"I know you have his gun Mickey and I want it back now." He yells as he holds up a bat in his hand. Is he serious right now? Is this shit supposed to scare me? Because all it's doing is further making my mind wander. Damn he looks good when he's angry.
What the hell Mickey, cut this gay shit out.
"Now Mick, I'm serious." He says when he realizes I'm not moving.

I have got to stop these thoughts in my head, it's insane. I guess I will just have to kick his ass after all.
"Alright Gallagher, I'll give you the gun. No need to be Babe Ruth today." I laugh as he stands there ready to fight it out. He must really think a lousy bat terrifies me or some shit. Did he forget who my father is? I have no fears.

I turn around and lean down towards my desk as I pretend to grab something. I feel him creep closer to me like he's trying to watch my every move. Once I hear the creak in the floor that I'm looking for, which tells me he's a few inches away from me, I turn back toward him and swing my fist into his face causing him to take a few steps back and drop the bat.
Fuck did that feel good, only for a few seconds though, until I see some blood fall from his nose. Shit, I hurt him.