I See Love In Your Eyes.

Fuck Off.

He was half way down the road before Ian could catch up with him. Grabbing his arm he halted Mickey. Trying to catch his breath, he doubles over. For a little guy he could walk quite far in a short amount of time.

"Mickey I'm sorry. You know your reputation isn't the greatest. But that doesn't give them the right. If I had known it was such a big fucking deal I wou..." Ian was cut off by a punch that landed square on his jaw.

Stumbling back his eyes widened as he saw anger and sadness fill Mickeys eyes. He felt bad but shit did that hurt.

"You wouldn't have invited me huh? Just because I done some bad shit don't mean I'm all bad. Fucking asshole. You guys are pricks." Mickey threw his hands up and started to walk away.

"You are an asshole Mickey Milkovich. I would have still invited you but I would have warned them so they weren't such rude pieces of shit. I don't give a fuck what you have done or what you haven't. That's not the fucking point." Ian grabbed Mickey by the arm and threw him on the ground.

"Get the fuck off of me. This isn't gonna end well for you." Mickey struggled against Ian.

"No it probably isn't but you can't just walk away from a problem because it didn't go your fucking way. You have a reputation, what did you expect. Everyone isn't like me Mickey. People only see the outside." Ian set back on Mickey's thighs and breathed.

"Jesus Gallagher. Sentimental much. Just fucking met me. Think you know me so fucking well huh, well you do.." Ian cut Mickey off with a headbutt to the face.

Ian crawled off him and stumbled to his feet. He looked down at Mickey, blood covered his face and his eyes sparkled. Bending down he held his hand out and pulled Mickey up. Gave him a light smack on the cheek and turned to walk back to the house.

"I know I don't know you very well but are you coming to dinner or not. Fuck what they say. I'm inviting you. If not it's fine." Ian didn't even wait for a response but smiled softly when he felt the familiar presence behind him.

Walking into the house, the world stopped around them as they headed towards the table and grabbed food.  Mickey followed behind him as he climbed the flight of stairs to one of the rooms upstairs. The house became silent.

Noone said a word and that made it easier to ignore everyone else but each other. They got into Ian's shared room. He dropped onto the bed with his plate of God knows what and began eating. Looking up he smiled awkwardly at Mickey who stood there like a statue.

"You can sit idiot. Ain't nobody gonna bother us up here." Ian followed Mickey with his eyes as he sat down on the bed next to him.

"I see the look on your face, I don't know what it is but it's not half bad. Just looks like dog shit." The boys both laughed.

They sat in silence as they ate. Which was weirder than before. Ian didn't know how to initiate a conversation after everything that happened.

"Does it hurt?" Mickey broke the silence putting his fork down.

"What?" He looked over, the twinkle still flickered in those beautiful blue eyes.

"That." Mickey pokes Ian's jaw, bruise already formed.

Ian swatted his hand away and rubbed his jaw. Wincing at the pain he shook his head.

"Not really, does your nose hurt?" Ian moved to face him and touched it softly.

He could hear Mickey's breath hitch and he let his hand fall. He felt bad for head butting him but he deserved it. All of a sudden he felt a smack on the side of his head.

"What the fuck Mickey!" He grabbed his head.

"Payback for the cigarette Gallagher. Don't bitch you deserved that for inadvertently making fun of how tall I am." Mickey chuckled and laid down on the bed. He placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

Ian didn't say anything and just grabbed both the plates and headed downstairs. Dropping them in the sink he turned and grabbed two beers from the fridge and headed back up stairs.

Stopping by the bathroom he looked at his jaw. Bruised and swollen he lightly touched it. Wincing he grabbed his beers and turned around running right into Lip.

"Dude what happened?"

"Nothing we just fought, talked and everything is good now. Just drop it." Ian sighed and swerved around him.

Writers Note: Halfway done. Already written another story. More to come. I'm still getting the hang of writing again. Thank you.