Gallavich Fluff & Smut

chapter 11

Last chapter I said '7-8' chapters left or whatever. I lied. Since I haven't updated for a while I'm extending the story. 😁
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"Hey," Ian said, clearing his throat.

Silence was all that could he heard from both lines. "Sorry to bother you. Bye," Ian hung up quickly and took a deep breath.

Mickey stared at the phone for a few moments before calling him back.

"Take the phone," Mickey heard Lip say.

"What do I say," Ian whispered back.

"You could start with 'I miss you' or some shit," Mickey walked to the fridge and got a beer. Sitting the phone on the counter to open it. He put the phone up to his ear and waited. He heard whispering, more specifically "You don't have to whisper, just say 'hi' dumbass." "Alright."

"Hi Mickey," Ian's voice made Mickey burst out laughing.

"Hey," Mickey said back.

"What do I say now," Ian whispers to Lip.

"I'm out of here. I'll get my phone back tomorrow," Lip gets his jacket and walks out of the room.

"Hello," Mickey says after a moment of silence.

"Im so sorry. This was a waste of your time. I should-"

"How was your day Ian," Mickey asks.

"It's been good," Ian says hesitantly. "Work is eventful. Saving lives all day. You?"

"My job makes no fucking since. Good to know you're having a good day though."

"What's your job?"

"I'm a construction worker."

"Okay," Ian nods. "What's the 'no fucking since' part?"

"I fucking suck at math. And Construction is math and physics or some shit."

"If I remember correctly math was the class that was an easy 'A' for you, whenever you showed up," Ian squints and Mickey groans.

"It's not highschool bullshit. Sure that shit was easy, but it's a lot more shit and if you get it wrong a person could die- that's what we're fucking told, so the math has to be right every time."

"So it does make since, it's just a lot of pressure on you?"

"Sorta."

It was silent for a few moments before the both spoke up.

"I-" they both said after a while.

"You go-" they tried.

Mickey closed his mouth and took a deep breath. "You go," he told Ian.

"Thank you."

Mickey sipped his beer then put it down on the counter. "Why the fuck are you thanking me?"

"For talking with me."

"Believe it or not I wouldn't have called back unless I wanted to."

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah," Mickey shrugs.

"Really," Ian says getting excited.

"Don't get your panites in a bunch. I wanted to call you it's not the end of the fucking world."

"Oh. Sorry," he sounded sad and Mickey sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm joking Ian. I wanted to talk to you, you can get your panties in a bunch."

Ian chuckled and Mickey smiled.

"I missed you Mick."

"I missed you too."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's late as hell and Family Guy has gone off so..."

"Night Mick. I- I miss you too. A lot."

"Night Ian."

Mickey hangs up and Mandy comes into the kitchen and gets her phone.

"So..."

"Can you give Lip my number so he can give it to Ian?"

"Sure Mick."