Being a Gallgher isn't easy, especially not for Ian's twin Alyssa Gallagher who lives on the southside with her many sibling and alcoholic father who drops in and out whenever he pleases.
Then there's the emotionless asshole who Alyssa just can't s...
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Mickey and I walked into the school's baseball field one night. It was late and the moonlight was the only light source we had.
"Hot as balls tonight," Mickey groaned, stretching his arms above his head. I bit my lip not knowing what to talk about, so I brought up the first thing on my mind.
"Hey, so Ian's taking Geometry, Algebra 2, Trigonometry, Chemistry, wants me to take it with him," I shrugged. Mickey glanced at me, "During the summer?" he puzzled.
I nodded, "He's trying to get into West Point, me and Lip are helping him," I explained. "Waste of time," Mickey grumbled. I laughed, "He's serious about it. You know, I've thought about going with him."
Mickey blinked at me, "To the army? The fuck would you do?" he questioned, screwing his eyebrows towards me. "I'll figure it out."
"Whatever," he muttered as we walked into the coaches box. Mickey pulled a can of beer out of the bag he was holding before chucking it on a bench. He glanced at me when I reached his side, he pulled out a pocket knife, I rolled my eyes.
"Here, shotgun," he stated, piercing a hole in the can and quickly raising it to his mouth to drink. He inclined his head signalling for me to take it, he guided it to my mouth and I downed the bitter liquid until it burned my throat.
I swallowed and chucked the can down, choking on a cough. I heard Mickey snigger behind me, "Too much for ya?" I shook my head, wiping my mouth.
I felt his eyes on me and I took a breath, "So, you uh...make a lot of friends on the inside?" I asked, Mickey didn't respond. I was suddenly spun around to face him, he looked down at me with a smirk.
"You wanna do some girly chit-chat shit or do you wanna get on me?"
I raised my eyebrows at him as my jaw went slack. Mickey nodded, "Thought so," he leaned forward and smashed his lips against mine. Moving his hands to hike my skirt over my hips as I started unbuckling his pants.
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The sprinklers shot on when we finished. Mickey groaned loudly as he pulled his pants up. He stared out onto the field, "Always wanted to do that here!" He yelled before chuckling before heading to his bag.
"Get back at that commissioner who kicked me off my baseball team for pissing on first base," he scoffed, pulling another can out his bag. I nodded, "I remember."
Mickey glanced at me, "You heard about that?" he wondered. I chuckled, "Ian was playing second." I sat on a bench and leant back against the wall. Mickey tossed me the can and moved to the exit of the box.
He jumped up and grabbed hold of the roof and began doing pull-ups. I found myself staring at him as he did so, his biceps were bigger than before, he must have been working out.
