1955 S Trumball Ave

Chap. 5

"'Cause I have hella feelings for you...I act like I don't fuckin' care. 'Cause I'm so fucking scared"
                                                  -Blackbear "IDFC"

I tapped my foot on the ground as I stood against the car, peering out to the view's of Chicago.

Mickey was late, as usual.

I sighed, lighting a cigarette and placing it between my lips and inhaling the smoke. I exhaled, sighing again as I went and started to get aggravated. Where the fuck was Milkovich?!

"Ya know..shit's gonna give you cancer kid." I smiled, turning around and staring at him.

"I pray on that every night before I go to bed Mickey." He took the cigarette from my lips and placed it between his own inhaling as well.

"I need you to do something for me" I rolled my eyes.

"And that's how it usually starts.."I mumbled, kicking the gravel underneath our feet.

"How what starts Gallagher?" He asked looking at me with his eyes squinted.

"You ALWAYS need me to do something for you. What is it this time? Sell the girls coke for you again? Give one of them your number so you can fuck them mercilessly? Or is it a surprise this time?" I asked quite honestly getting annoyed. I was late for work and he was wasting time.

"You know what? Fuck you. If you didn't want to do anything for me then you shouldn't have said yes every time I asked." He said pointing at me and getting agitated.

"Mickey, You know exactly why I say yes every fuckin' time. Now for fucks sake what do you want so I can go to work? I'm already fucking late" I asked, staring at the sky.

"Fuckin'....Fuck Gallagher! Fuck!" I grunted and laughed.

"T-T-T-Today junior!" I said staring at Mickey. He looked at me with a look of shock on his face as if he was surprised I'd talk to him like this.

"You know what... fucking forget it" He spat and started walking off.  I just stood there smiling.

"You know what, Mickey? Maybe if you weren't scared to tell me what the fuck you wanted me to do and what the fuck  is going on between us you wouldn't be stumbling over your words" I got in the car and drove to work.

Fuckin' Milkovich.

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 As I was in the locker room my phone was going off constantly with texts and calls from Mickey.

I ignored every single one of them.

I got a couple of texts from Fi or Ian asking me what happened. I guess Mickey heard what I said and was livid. Went to the house and was causing problems over it.

"Dahlia he's really fucking pissed what did you say to him?" Ian texted me. I quickly replied, saying that "I finally gave him a taste of his own fucking attitude". With that being said I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't as skinny as the other girls, wasn't nearly as pretty but I was pretty in my own rights. I just shrugged what ever feeling I had and put my favorite 8 inch pleaser boots on to finish my look for the night and got to work.

Mickey's point of view

I looked at  Ian and instantly got pissed.

"The fuck are you staring at, Gallagher?!"

"Well, Mickey.  What's your deal with her?" He peered at me with his hands in a joined thing on his knees staring at me.

"The fuck do you mean?" I asked looking back at him taking the beer off the table.

"Mick, we all know how you feel about her. You're over protective" he started

"You stare at her when ever she's near" Mandy pipped in, plopping down on the couch next to me.

"When ever some guy mentions liking her you beat them to a fuckin' pulp" Kev also chimmed in from the kitchen.

"And you're not the same Mickey we all used to know" Fiona finished.

"Fuck...." I said to myself quietly.  Now I think about it... they were right.

"Well. Who's car am I stealing for a bit?" I asked, chugging the beer and slamming the can down on the table.  Steve threw me his keys and added a "Don't fucking wreck my car". I flipped him off and went to find the damn girl I'm apparently falling for.

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As soon as I got into the damn club in the first place, the music was LOUD. Not to mention the girls all around were dressed almost alike. All very different if you wanted to get into technicalities but pretty much the same. Thongs, tops. dresses of some sort. High ass fucking heels that i'll never understand why anyone would wear. I just looked around for her to try and talk some fuckin' sense into her head.

"MICKEY!" I spun around praying that it was her I was hearing call my name.

It wasn't.

"Ian... why the fuck are you here?" I asked whilst walking to the bar to get a beer.

"Because who wouldn't want to skip out on a chance to stare down something hot?" He said smiling.

"Ian...you're gay?" I said looking back him and simply nodding as soon as I saw him conversing with a male bartender. 

We sat around for about a hour waiting for Dahlia and couldn't find her. I was getting ready to go when I recognized one of her favorite songs being played.   

"Tell me pretty lies, look me in the face."

I looked to the stage and there she was. She wore a short black dress that had chains handing down her back. Her shoes were fuckin' tall as shit, but she looked so pretty. I couldn't help but think to myself that that was my girl.

"Tell me that you love me, even if it's fake. "


Me and Ian just watched her move and dance. She was fucking flexible, and so god damn sexy.

"It took her so long to do that damn machine gun." I looked at Ian with a weird look on my face.

"A fucking what?" I asked, staring at her. My girl.

"The trick she just did with her leg over her shoulder? It's a machine gun." He said, chewing on a sandwich.

"Yeah sure.. what ever" I spoke. I got up from my seat where we were after a song or two and headed towards where she was walking off stage.

Dahlia's P.O.V


As I got down from my last set, I noticed Mickey walking towards me.

"The fuck does he want now..." I thought to myself while walking towards him.

"Mickey...what do you want now?" I asked him. I was tired. I was sweaty. I was ready to go the fuck home.

But when we reached each other he just cupped my face and pulled me in close.

Tonight I could say I finally got what I was praying for. 

It set everything I had on my mind at ease, even if it was only for a little bit it still meant something because what everyone suspected.

Finally. A year after meeting the trash of the south side.

He finally fucking kissed me.


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YAY!

So I just want to say this scene was HEAVILY inspired by when Mickey kissed Ian in the club. HEAVILY. But how is everyone liking everything?

I hope you guys had a good holiday!