Gallavich Fluff & Smut

chapter 15

The drive was long. No shit it was long. They were driving from Mexico to fucking Chicago.

He nervously tapped in the passenger seat. Hating that he couldn't do much else but ride. If he wasn't wanting her would've drove, but to get past the border he had to slip back in the dress.

The dress that made his eyes water. The dress that reminded him too much of Ian leaving him.

"Fuckin hate this thing Mandy," Mickey said rolling his eyes.

"I can only imagine."

"Fuck does that mean," Mickey squints.

"Do you ever think about context? Fucking idiot. I rarely wear dresses idiot. I can only imagine how you feel in that itchy piece of shit."

"How do you know it's itchy?"

"The fabric and you're leg. Looks like you're getting a rash or something."

"Probably from you fucking shaving them."

"Well Mick. If your legs weren't so fucking hairy they wouldn't have had to get shaved."

"I'm not a fucking girl. The fuck I look like shaving my legs?"

"You know you told me 'bout Ian saying you have nice legs. I'm sorry. If you weren't wanted and.. maybe had a better chance of getting pass the border regularly than I wouldn't have forced you in that shit."

"Why you apologizing? I..I wanted to do this shit."

"I can see out of the corner of my eye, everytime you look down your face falls. You know, like you're sad. Clearly, it makes you sad."

"It's fine Mands. Really," Mickey takes a breath. "It is."

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"Mickey's coming," Lip says to the motionless Ian.

"Yeah," Fi joins in. "Just for you Ian. Should be here tomorrow."

Lip looked over as a tear fell down Fiona's face. She quickly wiped it away. Sniffling.

"Do you wanna.. talk to him," Fiona trys.

Ian nods. Eyes beyond red from tears. He wanted to apologize. He knew that that wasn't going to take this heavyness off of his chest. But apologizing to Mickey felt like the only thing he could control.

"Well that can be arranged. When Mandy texts us back we can definitely make that happen," Fiona says.

"In the mean time, Ian can you try and eat?"

Ian shakes his head.

"Please?"

"For Mickey," Fiona begs.

Ian slowly nods. Lip walks towards the bed and places the banana next to Ian.

Ian opens his eyes and for a second stares at it. Then his hand slowly grabs it and the other peels the peel. Ian slowly raises it to his mouth and takes a bite. He chews and swallows. Fiona sighs as he takes another bite, thanking him under her breath.