chapter 3 ~ his mickey

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"Mickey," Mandy called through the house.

"What," he said, groaning.

"Get off your ass and go to work," Mandy says, setting the bag of groceries on the counter and going in the fridge to get a beer.

"Fuck off," Mickey says.

"Are you ever gonna tell me what happened with you and Ian?"

"No," Mickey said putting his shoes on. He didn't want to think about thag Day. Mickey didn't want to think about Ian. Ian broke his heart. Leaving him at the border. Ian would never know how Mickey felt when he drove off.

"What's the fucking point of keeping it a secret? You moved me down here you might as well tell me," Mandy said drinking her beer.

"Nothing fucking happened."

"You can't keep burrying shit Mick. Talk to me," Mandy tried.

"I gotta go," Mickey said. Mandy hugged him tight and he gave her a side hug back.

"You're telling me when you come back," she called as Mickey made his way out of the house. Grabbing Mandy's keys and his wallet.

"Over my dead body," he muttered. He didn't want to have to relive that, but every time he closed his eyes he saw Ian.





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the song (above) makes me cry whenever i hear it. Hope you enjoyed. They will get longer. I promise. Love you all and hope have a wonderul day.

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