Mickey was laying in his bunk. He had been in jail for over a year now. Which also means he had been missing Ian for over a year. Oh Ian, how Ian had made him feel safe and comforted, how Ian held him at night. Ian was someone who mickey actually cared about.
Mickey rolled over and picked up a picture Fiona brought when she visited him. It was the picture of Ian he had in a catalog that he held in his bathroom. He slid his finger along his jawline. "I'll be back soon Ian." mickey whispered repeatedly. "Yo can you shut the fuck up and go to fucking bed?"said the bunker below him. "Whatever." Mickey replied rolling over facing the wall, still looking at Ian's picture.
He put the picture back under his pillow and closed his eyes. As he closed his eyes, thoughts ran through his head. "What is Ian found someone else? What is that someone else is better than me? What if he fucks better than I do?Ha-ha what am I thinking? Nobody fucks better than me. But what if he cares about Ian more than I do? What if he loves Ian more than I love Ian? What if Ian loves him more than me?" he questioned as these thoughts ran through his head. Mickey decided to think of something else and go to bed.
The next morning, Mickey was woken by the sound of a whistle waking up the other inmates. "Rise and shine you deadbeats. Get up and stand against cells preparing yourselves for breakfast." Yelled a guard. He sat up and stretched before finally hopping down and standing up against his cell. He heard lots of yawns and groans. Mickey hated the breakfast they served. He hated anything they served, but he had to eat in order to survive.
Before the guard opened their cell, Mickey quickly grabbed the picture of Ian and rammed it in his pocket, hoping no one saw him. Mickey walked out and followed the line of people walking toward the cafeteria.
He grabbed a tray that seemed to have some crusty substance left on it from the other night. He glanced at it in disgust. He went down the line, noticing what they were having. Eggs, bacon and some shit that looked like it had a finger in it."What the fuck. Is that a finger..? Yep, it's a finger." He said disgusted at the fact that they cook this and everyone eats it.
The cook looked at him, "Don't like it. Don't eat it." She exclaimed in a deep rudely voice. Mickey ignored her and kept walking down the line. The cook put bacon on his tray that was as hard as his dick when around Ian. He shook his head.
Kept walking though, finally he got the eggs hoping they'd be semi better than what he had on his tray already. Nope. He was wrong. Poking at the eggs that felt like rubber. "Why am i still here?" He questioned. "Mickey Milkovich?" A guard asked.
"Yea that's me. Fuck you want, pig?"Mickey screeched at the guard. "Today is your lucky Mr. Milkovich. You're being released."The guard explained. "Wait, what? Why?How?" He asked questioning the guard. "Due to overcrowding we're releasing you. We have murders and serial killers coming in today. Come with me to gather your clothes and things and you will be released." The guard continued to explain.
The guard led Mickey to the front desk and told him to stay there. Mickey waited while the guard went back and got a plastic bag filled with his stuff inside. Mickey didn't do anything stupid, because he knew how close he was from seeing Ian again and making things right with him. The guard handed mickey his stuff and led him to the back door where they were unloading new inmates.
They waited for the buzzer to go off and as soon as the buzzer went off, the guard held the door open for mickey. Mickey stepped out in shock of how long he'd been in there. He seemed like everything had changed when barely anything changed.Mickey walked past the new inmates and when he finally got off the steps and away from people.
He turned around and did what always did when he got released. "Hey!" yelled Mickey. Everyone stopping and turning around to see who yelled. "Fuck you, fuck you and especially fuck you!" The guard shook his head and brought in the rest of the inmates inside.
Mickey was free now. He could finally go find Ian and try to get him back with him. But the question he asked himself was, Where exactly was fire crotch?
