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

Just a boy from the South Side

"Ian?" my dad said across the field.

"Hey," I said hugging him.

"Where's Noel and what about your sister?" he said confused. I completely had forgotten about Layla. She was still staying at my grandparents while I was at Mickey's.

"She's at Grandma's" I said.

"What about Noel and who's this?" he said pointing to Mickey who was starring at both of us.

"Noel couldn't come. He's just upset. This is Mickey. He's my friend," I said smiling and looked at Mickey who was looking at his phone.

"Hi, Mr. Gallagher. I'm sorry for your loss," Mickey said looking up from his phone.

"My loss? Who passed? Where am I?" my dad said looking around.

"Mom did. Rose. Your wife died from stage 4 cancer. Lung cancer," I said looking at Mickey who had a sad look on his face.

Mickey pulled me away from my dad.

"You are staying at my house tonight," he said.

"I know,"  I said confused.

"Don't believe anything he says," Mickey said walking away.

"I hope that's not your boyfriend. You know it's a sin to be gay," he says shaking his head. "I always thought you were gay,"

"It's not a sin to be gay dad. Some people love the same love. There's nothing wrong with that," I said.

"If you are gay you are not to come home!" my dad screamed and Mickey looked over.

Mickey came over.

"Anything wrong Ian?" 

"There's something wrong!" my dad interrupted.

"My son is a fag!" he yelled.

"Dad, no I'm not. You can't call people who are gay, fags!" I said quietly.

"Don't tell me what to do!" he said lifting his fists in the air.

"Leave it alone Ian," Mickey whispered in my ear.

"You whispering that you are going to fuck him so hard later Mickey, is it?" 

"Yes it is Mickey and no I'm not telling him that," Mickey said.

"Sureeee," my dad said.

"How about you just go home," I said quietly.

"Home? Why would I? This is a partyyyy," he yelled and everyone starred at him.

"Sir, you need to quiet down," a man that was a worker said.

"QUIET DOWN?! NO WAY!" he said pushing that man.

Mickey stepped forward and grabbed my dad.

"You stay here, I'll take him home," Mickey said waving me away with the one hand he had available. The other was holding back my dad who was trying to punch people. 

"No, I'm coming!" I said demandly.

"Okay fine," Mickey said walking to the car.

My dad swearing and wiggling around.

"Stay still," Mickey said picking up my dad from the ground.

We finally got to the car and Mickey put my dad in the backseat and I got up front.

"Here. Put these on him," I said picking up handcuffs.

"Where did you find those?" Mickey asked picking them up and putting them on him.

"I don't know, it's your car so don't ask me," I laughed.

Mickey slammed the door and got in the front seat and sat down and started the car and looked at me in the eyes.

"Get me the fuck out of here!" my dad screamed.

"One more thing," Mickey said getting close to my face.

"Don't kiss him you faggot!" my dad yelled.

I got close to Mickey's face like I was about to kiss him.

"NOOOOO FUCK YOU IAN!" "YOU ARE SUCH A FAGGOT!" my dad said kicking my seat.

I backed up.

"Thank fucking god," my dad said.

We got to my house and my dad was asleep. Mickey took him out and set him in his room and shut the door.

"Thanks for coming with me," Mickey said smiling.

"No problem. I never thought my dad was going to be a really bad drunk," I said sighing.

"I didn't think my mom was either. She was once good," Mickey said frowning.

"We are good actors. If my dad wasn't if those cuffs he would have skinned me for kissing a boy," I said laughing.

"I used to take classes when I was younger. My dad would have had my ass too," Mickey and I went to my room and sat down on my bed.

He starred at me.

"What?" I asked as Mickey continued to stare at me.

"Nothing," he said getting up from my bed.

"I can't do this Ian. I can't keep being with you. You're a good friend but that's all you are ever going to be. That's all you ever can be. Your dad doesn't want you being gay and neither does mine," he said walking out of my room.

I sat on my bed for a second. Why can't everything just go back to normal?

I looked outside my window. The road wasn't busy. I seen smoke flying through the air.

"That must be Mickey," I thought.

I got up from my bed and headed downstairs and grabbed my sweater.

I opened up the front door and seen Mickey sitting on the porch stairs. He didn't look back. I closed the door.

"You're an ass. You know that, right?" I said turning to him. He hit his cigarette and kept his eyes on the road.

"Runs in the family," he said normally.

"Listen," I said.

"I never liked girls. Ever. I never cared for them and still don't," I paused.

"If you like girls so be it. If you like me then okay but you can't keep giving a shit about what people think. Hell, you're Mickey Milkovich. You were born on the South Side. You are the boy that threatened me with a knife in 7th grade when I asked you where Mandy was. You were the boy that didn't give a shit about me and now you are the only person there for me. I don't give a shit if you love me or not but just figure out what YOU want and not what your family wants for you," I said standing up and going inside the house.

I shouldn't have been that dramatic to Mickey. I never knew what was going to happen after that but let's just say I wished I would have been a little less dramatic with him.