A fucked life (very flawful)-Ian Gallagher By: Keirla Olmstead (Book 1)

Who's that?

The door open downstairs and I sat up.

"There here," I said to Mickey who was on his phone.

"Mickey?" Mandy yelled from downstairs.

"Up here Mandy," he yelled back and I heard thumps up the stairs.

"Ian?" she said standing by the door.

"Come here!" she said so happy.

"Ah, the fucker can't cause he's an idiot and doesn't know how to grab a towel properly," he said lifting up my ankle.

"Fuck Mick!" I kicked him with my other leg.

"Ow, fuck you Gallagher," he says pushing me.

"Noel's not coming to the funeral. But your dad is," Mandy said sitting down beside Mickey and pushed him on the ground.

"Ow, what the fuck Mandy," Mickey said getting up.

"Why not Noel and when did you find him?" I asked.

"Noel was never cool that day at the police station. We found your dad at a bar down by the South Side. He was drunk and aggressive. Mickey helped knock him out for a few hours and put him on some meds that take the alcohol out of his body. Mickey then went to your school," 

"That's when I jumped you," Mickey continued.

"Oh yeahhh," I laughed.

"Welcome back Ian," Mandy said turning around.

"Here's your tux for tomorrow. Also, our dad is coming back into town Mick so we have to prep for that,"

"Great," Mickey said rolling his eyes. 

"Apparently mom is coming home with him as well," she said.

"Where'd you get the money for this? Also, what happened that day of the police office?" I asked.

"We don't have money. I stole this from Mick's closet," she whispered.

"Hey! I can hear you loud and clear. I knew it looked familiar," he said punching her.

"Ouch, about that day at the office. Noel told me what happened me and told me not to tell you. Mickey asked why Noel was acting different so I told him not excepting him to tell you. Noel also told me that he didn't want you to go in for questioning because you are just a kid and that would be way too much stress on you. He was scared that you would be nervous or not know how to answer a question and just lie. He said that you often lied when you were scared. Noel asked me why you weren't answering his text and I recommended to check his location. Not knowing Mick brought you there for questioning," she explained.

"What happened after I ran away?" I asked turning to Mickey.

"Noel had me by the ass. He said that you would only run away if you didn't get you own way but you would come home later on or if anything seriously happened that you would run away for a while but that only happened once or twice. He said that he also found some magazines of girls under your bed and you've never been like that before," Mickey blushed.

"Fuck, those were good ass magazines," I said knowing that they weren't girls in the actually magazine it's self.

"Yeah, apparently there are naked and gay porn in there," Mandy added shrugging.

I laughed off the pain.

"That was for a health project," I lied.

"Yeah, your search history agreed with that too," Mickey said chuckling. 

"Bitch!" I punched him.

"Ow, sorry. He made me type in "g" on your computer. Then he practically threw a chair out a window," Mickey said.

"Wow, who knew I had a homophobic brother," I said sighing.

"Maybe it's just because with everything going on," Mandy says getting up.

"The funeral is starting soon. Get dressed," 

"Okay," I said and Mandy left.

"You gonna go?" Mickey was starring at his phone.

"Oh right, yes. Sorry" he said getting up. I  whipped him quickly with my towel and put it back on.

He turned around and gave me the middle finger.

I was all ready and Mickey was on the porch having a smoke with a sad face.

"What's up?" I asked him sitting down.

"My mom is coming home again and I'm just not sure if I want to see her again," he said handing me a smoke.

"No thanks," I said.

"What's your mom like?" I said zippering my coat up.

"She's a drug addict. That's the only memory that I have of her," he said sighing and blowing smoke out his mouth.

"What about when you were a kid. What were you parents like?" I asked.

"My dad left Mandy and I home alone once when we were 6 and 7 to go deal drugs with my mom. My mom had gotten alcohol positioning so often that the people at the hospital knew who we were," he said getting up.

"She wants to drive us to the funeral," he said rolling his eyes.

"Oh, what did you say?" I asked looking up at him.

"I didn't tell her anything. I didn't even say anything at all. I'm driving. Common," he said reaching down.

"Your ankle still hurt?" he asked putting my arm around his neck.

"More fucked than ever," I said hoping down the stairs.

"I'll get you some crutches from when I broke my leg," he said taking me to his car and slamming the door shut.

We went to his house and a women was out on his deck sitting down in a lawn chair with a smoke.

"Fuck, she's here," Mickey said turning off the car.

"Who?" I stand unbuckling my seat belt.

"My mom," he said.

"Oh shit," I said turning to Mickey who was rubbing his eyes.

"I can go get the crutches myself," I said unlocking my door and hopping out. 

"I'll go with you," he said hopping out of the car.

"MICKEY!" the women said running down the steps and hugging him.

"Who's this?" she asked Mickey pointing to me.

"Ian," he said waving me into the house.

"Hold up, is he your boyfriend?" his mom stopped him in front of the house.

"I'm just his friend," I said.

"Uh huh, you guys have fun in there. There's lube in your dad's nightstand," she said winking at me.

"I know mom," Mickey said rolling his eyes and heading inside.

"Oh, so you already did it," she laughed.

We headed inside and Mickey turned to me.

"I thought my dad ran out," I laughed.

"I'm not gay. My mom just thinks I am. She has a weird obsession with me being gay," he said rolling his eyes.

"Maybe you're right," I say smiling at him.

"I don't know," he says grabbing the crutches.

"Thanks," I said as he handed me them.

"You look cute," I said smiling at him.

"I guess you do too," he says quietly.

I felt tingly inside and happy.

We got to the funeral.

"Holy fuck, my dad looks like shit," I said getting out of the car quietly.

"Drug and alcohol abuse. You can stay at my house tonight," Mickey said.

"That's how my mom looked the first time I seen her come home from a party when I was 5," he said frowning.

 "Thanks," I said closing the door.