"Let's just go," I pleaded to Ian. I want to get the pills for him.
"I told you I was over them Mickey."
"I get that, but maybe we can get a lower dosage or something." Is that even a thing? I don't think it is.
I watched Ian as he collected his papers off of the floor and put them into a pile. He put it on the dresser. He stood there, saying nothing. "I'm going downstairs," I told him as I got up off of the bed and walked down stairs. Debbie was sitting on the couch with her baby in her hand, crying. Jesus Christ.
I got a beer out of the fridge and went to sit next to her and the milk sucker.
"Where's Ian?"
"Upstairs."
"Is he okay?" She asked me.
I nodded my head as I took a sip of my beer. It was cold and felt good going down my throat. "He's fine."
I'm so sick of people asking if he's okay, and asking if he's on his medication. Can't I just fucking breathe? Can't he fucking breathe? Jesus fucking Christ.
I began to worry about Ian upstairs by himself. Who knows what the fuck is in that room that he could hurt himself with. I just needed a beer and a break from his energetic ass.
"I should go and check on him." I said as I got up and ran up the stairs. Ian was laying on the floor in the hallway, doing sit-ups.
"45, 46, 47.." he mumbled as he was out of breath. He focused his attention towards me and stopped. "Can I have a sip?"
I handed him the beer and he took a sip. He then handed it back to me and leaned his back against the door. "Are you going to talk to svet?" He asked me.
"Yes, I will. But you are coming with me."
"Mickey..." He grabbed my hands causing my breath to hitch. "I'm okay, okay?"
"Fuck, I know you are. I just worry about you a lot." I admitted, staring into his eyes.
He pressed his lips against mine and I grabbed his face, leaning into him. The door opened and we both collapsed on the floor but we both continued to kiss each other. "I- I love you." I said into the kiss.
"I love you." He said back making my heart skip a beat. He doesn't say it enough. I feel like I'm always saying it, and he hardly does, so when he does say it, I can't get enough.
The thought of someone being capable of loving me is insane. I don't get how someone could love me, when I'm me.
.....
The next day I went to the alibi with Ian, apparently svet is working there now. I saw her standing behind the bar, her eyes met mine. "Ass hole. Why you here?"
"I want to get a Divorce."
"Divorce? How come?"
"Because the marriage was fucking stupid. We don't love each other, it was all fake. I want to marry someone else."
"Carrot boy?"
"Yes, fucking carrot boy." I said looking back to Ian. I sat down and she poured me a glass of beer and Ian one too.
"No need for divorce. I'm married." She said, wait what?
I cocked my eyebrows at her. "Wait so are marriage wasn't even real?"
"Yes."
Ian and I left the alibi with grins on our faces. I'm so relieved I was never married to that Russian whore.
"I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach." Ian said as we opened the door to the house.
I smiled, "you do? Why?"
"I'm going to be married to you. Like we're actually getting married. I never thought this would happen."
"So what, do we go down to the court house?" I asked.
"Why would we do that? Why not a proper wedding?" Ian asked.
I shook my head, "we don't need that shit."
"You had it with Svet, why not me?"
"It's the same thing Ian. Why does it mean so much to you anyway?" I asked him as I sat down on the couch.
He walked towards the stairs so I turned around to look at him. "Forget it. I'm not going to do it if you don't even want too. I'm not dragging you to the alter Mickey." He said sternly as he angrily walked up the steps.
"Fuck," I mumbled as I followed him upstairs.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I told you I would do this. I told you I would marry you." The words sounded foreign as they came out. I walked closer to him and leaned up against the door frame. "I don't get how many times I have to tell you I would do anything for you. I'm fucking lying to your family about you taking the meds. I'm up all night and all day worrying about you, thinking about you. I'm going to fucking marry you. A real wedding."
"Really?" His eyes were glossy.
"Fuck, Yes."
"Will you wear a dress?" A smile formed on his face. I laughed and flipped him off. "Fuck you Gallagher."
"Okay, come here."
