Set a Match to it (gallavich)

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Fuck, looking in the mirror was weird. His coked out sister even made him dye his eyebrows. He looked like a pretty boy, barely recognizable. "I guess that's the whole point, though," Mickey muttered to himself. 

"What?" Mandy called from the other room. 

"Wasn't talkin' to you." 

Mandy appeared in the door way anyways. "You okay?" 

Mickey was going to lie, instead he said, "Man. It's so twisted doing this. Makes me sick, ya know?" 

"He wouldn't mind. He'd probably offer it if he knew."

"Mandy. He's dead." Mickey spat, "I stole his name. My own fuckin' brother. How sick is that?"

"Joey wouldn't have minded. I promise, Mick. Calm down." When Mickey was in Mexico, he got a call from Iggy his fourth month in.  He left this number for emergencies only, he remembered being hesitant before pressing talk. Iggy called to let Mickey know their brother, Joey, died. He OD'd on some shitty horse. 

"Hey, Joey was clean. Never got caught or nothing. Nobody's  looking for him or checking on him. We buried his body in Wisconsin. Real respectable, real quite. No records or nothing." 

"What the fuck are you getting at Ig? You better be using a prepay-ed phone man, throw that shit away..."

Basically, Mickey did the fucked up, most Milkovich thing he could do. He stole his dead brother's identity. 

Mickey had no real idea why he decided to come back. He was free in Mexico. Although it wasn't the beach he anticipated, it was all desert. The only tequila he scored was were the few drops he bummed after his shift at the old bar he tended at. 

He was always told himself he didn't have anything to come back to. His family wasn't much, and Ian left him one too many times. 

Mickey found himself back in Chicago anyways. With blonde hair and tan skin. And his name was Joey. The only plus side was Mickey already had the paper work and the family resemblance. 

It's been months since Mickey had been back in Chicago, he stayed low. Mandy made more than enough with her escort business, the two lived comfortably enough in the small apartment they snagged. Mickey was used to sitting indoors all day, he's been trapped behind bars more than enough times. He still felt restless. Everything was so in reach, no more than 30 miles away. Yet, he was trapped. By fear. Mickey Milkovich had his moments of holding back, but he always came out with a bang in the end. Joey Milkovich was much quieter, more afraid. 

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NOTE: Chapter's will occasionally change POV, I will let you know who's it is in the beginning by making it obvious. Thank you.