You and your soulmate have matching tattoos of the day you'll meet. The tattoo appears on your 17th birthday. If your soulmate is younger, there's will appear the same day.
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Mickey traced his tattoo on his skin. His shirt dangled above him as he looked into the mirror. There's an actual date on his hip. An actual date. He smiled to himself and caressed it slowly. He never thought he would get one. He never knew anyone else who had one besides his brother Iggy and his Aunt. Not even his dad had one. He remembers some argument his mom and dad had. His mom had one, Terry didn't, which made him upset. Maybe that's why his mom ran off. His date said 01/18/12 that was soon. He just turned 17, so he knew it was a close date. He smiled then quickly pulled his shirt down when he heard his dad walk into his room. "You alright?" Terry asked and Mickey nodded. "Get your shit, do some runs for your old man huh?" He asked and Mickey nodded again. "Don't take your sweet ass time either kid." He said and then closed the door. Mickey released a breathe and laid down on his bed. He looked up at his cracked ceiling and counted the glow up stars thats sticked there. His mom but those for him. After him and Mandy started having nightmares, she stole them just for her kids. Mickey lifted up his shirt and caressed the tattoo. He smiled to himself and thought about his soulmate. Did they get one today as well?
"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Ian said as he ran up the steps. "Shit." He said again and ran into the bathroom. He tossed his bag on the floor and pulled his shirt over. He wiped the mirror a bit and stood sideways. He smiled and caressed the mark he had. 01-18-12 was marked on his hip. He smiled and caressed it once more. His soulmates 17th birthday was today. He smiled to himself knowing his soulmate was older. The date was close, he smiled to himself again. Almost everyone in his family had one, even Frank and Monica which both were on the same day. Fiona had one but she hardly cared for it and Lip even had one. He caressed it once more and smiled. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over himself. He walked into his room and marked his calendar. January 18th was the day his whole world would change. He smiled and touched his hip. "I'll find you." He said and laid down pulling out his homework.
January 18th, 2012
Mickey was pissed. He was pissed for a whole lot of reasons. Today was the day he was supposed to meet his soulmate. But no, he had to continue dealing with that deadbeat Gallagher kid. Even though Mandy called his death off, the kid still needed to be taught a lesson. He groaned as he got up. The beer was still in him from the party last night. He sat up and drank the water Mandy placed for him. "The hell." He said when he realized it was only three in the morning. He groaned and laid back down. He looked up at the stars on his ceiling and smiled. Even though he was pissed, he still was excited and happy to finally meet his person.
Ian was upset. He should have called things off with Kash a long time ago. He should have called them off when his tattoo appeared. He was upset at the fact the lowlife Milcovich was messing up his day. He needed to get that damn gun back, not for Kash, but for his job. If he didn't get it back, Linda would get rid of him right away. She had enough of him. He arrived at the Milcovich house and stopped at the gate. He considered telling Mandy to get the gun herself as he went looking for his person. Something drew him to open the gate. Still the Milcoviches were some crazy and dangerous people so he grabbed a tire iron and walked in. The place smelt like cheap booze and cigarettes. He walked in and saw Terry passed out, no sight of Mandy. He walked some more and approached a door. He caught the sign in the door and realized it must be Mickeys room. Just get the gun and leave he told himself and opened the door slowly. When he walked in the room scent changed. It smelt like cigarettes, body spray, and for some reason a hint of rose smell. Ian could admit this scent smelt great. He closed the door and look down at Mickey. He lifted the tire iron and poked Mickey.
Mickey felt a sharp pain on his back. He groaned and thought it was his dad or stupid brother. He blinked his eyes a few times and realized that both of them don't get up this early. "The fuck." He groaned out and noticed red hair in front of him. "I want the gun back Mickey." The figure said and Mickey had to blink a few more times to get his eyesight back. "Gallagher?" He asked remembering that voice. "The gun." Ian said holding the tire iron closer to him. To be honest Mickey was tired and just wanted to kick the kids ass and get him out of here. "Alright." He mumbled and began digging in his drawer knowing damn well the gun was in his dresser. He felt the other boy relax and could see him drop his guard. He quickly moved and grabbed Ian. They wrestled a bit. Ian was a lot stronger than he thought. His back hit the dresser and they continued fighting. He fell on the couch and saw Ian reach for the tire iron again. As an instinct he jumped on him. Once he realized he got the upper hand he grabbed the tire iron while straddling Ian's waists. He saw the other boy turn and wait for his face to be bashed in until something stopped him.
Ian faced away and waited for Mickey to end him. He looked up and noticed Mickey breathing heavily and looking down at him. Something about Mickeys eyes caught his attention. It was until he felt Mickeys obvious boner poking out his sweats he realized he wanted him. Mickey tossed the tire iron and stared at him. Ian pulled himself under from him as Mickey began taking his shirt off. He hated that it was cold outside and he had so many layers. "Take this off." Mickey whispered as he helped him and Ian nodded. Once his shirt was off Mickey moved to his sweats. Mickey laid on his bed and stripped his boxers and sweats off. Ian got between his legs and pulled his pants and boxers down as well. In the back of Ian's head, something told him no, don't do this. Today he was supposed to meet his soulmate and here he was about to fuck Mickey Milcovich. He stared at Mickey who looked confused as well. "You okay." Ian asked and Mickey stared at him. "I can't do this." He said while tapping his arm to move, Ian looked back at him and nodded. He knew what he meant, he supposed he also had a tattoo as well. Ian got off him and laid at his side. They both looked at each other. "You got one too?" Mickey asked and Ian nodded. "Got it a couple months ago, you?" He asked and Mickey nodded. "Same here." He said and Ian nodded as well. "What's your date?" Ian asked and Mickey scoffed. "Fuck off." He said with a laugh and Ian smiled. "I'm serious, what is it?" He asked and Mickey stared at him. "Man we were about to what? I guess cheat on our persons, whens yours?" He said and Mickey smiled. "It's actually today." Mickey said and Ian stared at him.
"What about you Firecrotch?" Mickey asked and Ian stared at him. Mickey stared at him and it seemed like Ian was in shock. Mickey raised himself up and lifted the blanket. He knew it was usually placed on the hips. Mickey gasped and looked down at Ian's mark. Same month, day, and year as his. He caressed Ian's and then his own. "What?" He whispered and looked back at Ian. Mickey smiled to himself and then laid back down. He turned his head towards Ian who locked eyes on him. Ian raised his hand and Mickey flinched away from the touch. "Please." Ian said softly and Mickey stared at him. He finally relaxed and then nodded. Ian softly caressed Mickeys cheek. Mickey closed his eyes at the touch. He never felt so complete in his life. With Ian there, he felt whole. He opened his eyes and they met Ian's. "I found you." Ian whispered softly and Mickey smiled. Together they laid there, under the stars, in each other presence. They laid together as soulmates did, they would lay together like that, forever.
