★Friends★

19

Ian had basically laid in bed the entire week. He didn't move. After Mandy had come over it'd got bad. After Fiona had checked on him it got even worse. Ian didn't go to school and he didn't even really care. He just assumed Fiona called and told them he was sick or something. It wasn't a complete lie. He didn't care about much right now.

Of course his boyfriend had tried to make him feel better. Aiden came over once but Ian just snapped at him like he did at Fiona. Aiden hadn't come back, well at least up into the bedroom. Ian could hear him downstairs sometimes.

Lip was home from college. Ian should be happy, right? His brother tried his best to get him out of bed but Ian just grunted and pulled the covers over his head. His siblings would place a plate of food on the nightstand and Ian would eat half of it sometimes. Sometimes he just let it sit there. He just didn't feel like eating.

He didn't feel anything.
***

"And my boy is back!" Cheers sounded around the room after Terry's speech. Terry clapped Colin on the back and went back to talking to his friends. Mickey was in the kitchen with a beer in hand. "Having fun?" Colin smirked, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a beer for himself.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that, it is your party." Mickey responded.
"But is it really?" Colin asked with raised eyebrows. Of course Mickey knew what he meant. This party was more than likely just for Terry to get high and piss off some people.

They stood there, both silently drinking their beers. The house was getting more crowded and louder by the minute. Colin sat down his drink on the counter and dug through his pocket. He lit up when he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a joint and smirked. "Wanna?"

Mickey shrugged and nodded. It was better than this dumbass party. Mickey followed Colin out the back door and they both took a seat on the steps.

"So hows life out of prison?" Mickey asked as Colin pulled out a lighter. "Pretty good I guess, better than prison. That shit gets boring. Fast." Colin answered. He raised the joint his lips and inhaled. He passed to Mickey after a bit. "How's your shit?"

"Same I guess." Mickey answered.
They didn't say much to each other. Not that they didn't want to though. It was just that they were both enjoying the quiet. Well not quiet exactly because of the blasting music from inside but no one was screaming at each other right now. The guy from earlier popped into Mickeys head and he kinda wanted to know who he was.

"So who's Alex?" Mickey asked. Colin shrugged and muttered "No one." Mickey heard a phone ding and Colin pulled out his. Mickey watched as Colin read a text and could see the little smile playing on his lips and a slight blush.

"Who that?" Mickey asked but just got a 'no one' in response. He shouldn't care but curiosity got the better of him. "Bullshit." Mickey scoffed. "Why the hell do you even care." Colin asked defensively.

"Dont Bitch. Just curious for fucks sake." Mickey replied. Colin took back the joint from Mickey. He didn't look at Mickey as he stubbed out the joint and threw it in the yard. "Do you really want to know?" Colin asked, keeping his eyes on the rotting wood step below him.

"Don't really give a fuck but sure."

"It was Alex."

Mickey almost laughed. "You got all bitchy about some asshole texting you, what the fu-"

Colin didn't know why he said it. Probably a really bad fucking idea. It was more than likely the weed he just smoked, but he said it.

"I'm gay."

"Oh."