Gallavich Fluff & Smut

chapter 9 ~ his mickey

Phillip
Any word?

Mandy
He says no.

Phillip
Please Mandy. Tell him if you have to. At this point anything you say to get him down here.

Mandy
I'll try Lip.

Phillip
Thanks

Mandy took a deep breath before walking to Mickey's door. She knocked, for some reason she felt that if she knocked it would help the situation, and he answered.

"What?"

"Please come with me to Chicago," she begged for the millionth time.

"No. I'm wanted in Chicago anyways," Mickey says walking past Mandy and into the kitchen.

"Mickey would you stop being such a stubborn asshole and go to Chicago. You got out once after you see Ian you can leave. I promise. Just please," Mandy says. Mickey opens a beer he got out of the fridge and gives Mandy a look.

"Why the fuck does he need to see me? He has a fucking boyfriend," Mickey remembered Ian's exact words and they stung a little bit.

You think my life hasn't moved on since you were locked up Mickey?

I'm not pissing away my life.

I have my shit together Mickey! And I- I have a... a fucking boyfriend!

Fuck a 'little bit' it hurt a lot.

"Not anymore Mick, his boyfriend left him," Mandy explains.

"Well, Ian should've crossed the finish line with me," Mickey said.

"Mick please he's-"

"He's what?"

"He's off his meds."

"Well then he should get back on them and he'll come to his senses and realize he doesn't need me," Mick regretted that. He didn't mean it at all.

"You don't mean that Mick," Mandy said.

"You're right Mandy, but can't I just get over Ian? You got over Lip."

"Mickey he's our best friend. Please."

"I'll talk to him. Call him."

"You gotta see him Mick."

"Mandy I'm trying," Mickey said. His voice sounded jittery.

Mandy pulled out her phone and called Lip.

"Lip put Ian on," Mandy says.

Lip hands Ian the phone and Ian looks at it confused before putting his ear up to it.

Mandy handed Mickey the phone and Mickey took a deep breath. He put his ear up to the phone and closed his eyes. "Hey Ian," he said. His throat went dry with that sentence so he took a swig of his beer.

"M-Mickey? Is that you?"

"Yeah it's me firecrotch," he used the nickname so Ian could know it was really him. It made him want to sit and reminisce.

"Mickey I'm so fucking sorry. I should be there with you. Or you should be with me. I fucked up so bad. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm so sorry. Mickey. I'm so so sorry," Ian rambled on and Mickey could tell he meant it. Medicated or Not; he meant it.

"Ian, shush," Mickey said. Ian instantly shut up and he waited to hear Mickey's voice.
"I heard you wanted to see me."

"I did. But you fucking hate me. I'd hate me too. I left you. I'm a horrible fucking person. All the shit you went through cause of me. I'm sorry. For everything. Shit there's so much I've done. You got shot twice cause of me. I'm a fuck up-"

"Don't think like that. Cut that shit out. I don't hate you. I couldn't hate you," Mickey sighs.

"I'm really tired Mick," Ian says. He tried emotionally, physically, and mentally. He's so tired.

"Me too Ian," Mickey nods.

"I meant it," Ian says.

"Meant what?"

"I meant it when I said I loved you."

"I know Ian."

"Night Mickey."

"Night Ian."

Mickey hung up the phone with a shakey breath.

"Thank you," Mandy says, taking her phone from him.

"Don't thank me," Mickey says taking his beer with him to his room. He finishes it before going to sleep.

"I need to see him," Ian said to Lip before going to sleep.
Face tucked deep into a pillow. Arm holding the pillow close.