Mickey didn't know what the hell he was doing. He smoked at the gate. It was winter and he was bundled up. He tossed his cigarette and exhaled loudly. "Fuck it." He said and opened the gate. He closed it and jogged up the porch. Before knocking he stopped. He closed his eyes and began to walk away. "Ughhh." He said and ran up the porch again. He knocked softly and waited. He heard slight cussing and then the door opened slightly. "Hello." Sheila said greeting him. "Hey." Mickey said offering a smile. "Oh." She said happily. "Terry's boy." She said and Mickey closed his eyes groaning. "Yeah." He said and shuddered from the cold. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, come in, come in." She said and Mickey walked to come in when she closed the door. Mickey stood their confused until he saw her give him a plastic bag. "Put your shoes in here honey." She said and he grabbed the bag. He sighed and untied his shoes.
The house was clean, way too clean. He walked in awkwardly and stopped when he noticed they plastic wraps on the furniture. "Come in sweet heart, I'm just making Christmas cookies." She said and went into the kitchen. He took his jacket and beanie off, he placed them on the hook. He pulled the dining chair out and sat down. "If you're waiting for Karen, she's not here, I think she's with Philip, you know, the Gallagher kid." She said and checked the oven. Mickey groaned at the word Gallagher. "Well that's good." He said and she closed it. "I'm here to talk to you." He said and she tossed her mitten. "Me? What ever for sweetheart?" She asked and before he could answer she turned towards him again. "Are your thirsty honey?" She asked. "I got milk, soda, apple juice." She added and he looked at her. "Beer?" She suggested and he smiled. "Uh." He said and she put a hand on her hip. "I'll have a soda." He said and she nodded. She came back with a coke and placed in front of him adding a coaster. "What's did you need sweetie?" She said and sat down. Mickey opened it and took a sip.
He stared at her and she smiled. "I think I need, umm, advice?" He said and she leaned back. "Advice hon? What's wrong?" She asked and Mickey signed. "I like someone." He said and she smiled. "I like them and I don't know how to tell them, every time I see them my stomach starts to hurt." He said and she smiled. "Your moms not around anymore?" She asked and Mickey stared at her. He took another sip. "Yeah, she ran ou-uhh left." Mickey answered and she nodded. "It must be hard not being able to talk about this without a mother." She said and Mickey nodded. "So." She said changing from sad to curios. "Who is this person?" She asked and he smiled. "It's someone I met recently, I mean, I've know who he was before but-" Mickey stopped realizing what he said. He said he. He stared at Sheila and she looked confused. He shifted and she shook her head. "Well." She said and he stared at her slightly afraid, feeling exposed. "This he, seems really special." She said and he smiled. "Honey when you mean your stomach hurts, do you mean butterflies?" She asked and Mickey stared at her confused. "Oh my." She said and leaned closer.
"This feeling you have means you like them, more then friends." She said and he took another sip. "This stomach ache is no stomach ache, you feel something for him, that's unexplainable and beautiful the same time." She said and Mickey nodded. "Have you thought about telling him?" She asked and Mickey looked up. "I want to, I just don't know how." He said and she nodded. "What about a letter?" She said getting excited. "A love letter?" He asked and she nodded excitedly. He smiled softly. "It doesn't have to be a love letter, just a letter of what you are feeling, what's the boys name?" She asked and he shifted. "Uhh." He said uncomfortably. She gave him a small smile. "Honey." She said and placed her hands on the table. "I promise, I won't tell anyone, I might be crazy but I'm not dumb." She said and Mickey nodded. He took another sip and a deep breath. "It's Gallagher." He said and Sheila looked shocked. "Philip?" She asked surprised and he looked disgusted at her. "No the other one, Ian." He said and she smiled. "Oh the twin." She said and Mickey looked at her confused. "What? No, Ian, the one with red hair." He said and she nodded. "Yes, yes, the gay one." She said and Mickey smiled, wanting to roll his eyes. "Yes, the gay one." He said and she smiled.
"I really don't know what a letter would do." Mickey said and Sheila turned her head to think. "Could right down your feelings and emotions." She said and Mickey smiled. "The thing is, I don't know how." He said and Sheila pursed her lips and looked up. "It doesn't have to be anything serious Mickey." She said and Mickey stared at her. "Just put what you want him to know, what he needs to know." She said and Mickey stared at here. What he needs to know. He took another sip and Sheila smiled. "Mickey." She said and Mickey looked at her. "I just want to say, you are very, very, very brave." She said and Mickey stared at her feeling like a small child. "Your father." She said and shook her head. "He's a bully." She said and Mickey laughed softly. A bully is a word to describe him. "You deserve someone that will care for you, that loves you." She said and he looked at her. "Loves?" He said and Sheila smiled noticing his hesitation at the word love. "Everyone deserves someone they can love, who will love them back." She said and Mickey stared at her. "Everyone also includes you hon." She added and Mickey smiled. "Thanks Sheila." Mickey said and she smiled. "No problem sweetheart." She responded and Mickey nodded. He got up and grabbed his coat. "You come back anytime Mickey if it's for more advice or just to talk." She said and Mickey nodded. She jumped up quickly.
"Hold on." She said and ran to the kitchen. Mickey raised his eyebrows and stopped. A few cusses and banging later she came to the door where he was standing. "Here you go." She said happily handing him some cookies. He looked at the plastic bag and smiled. "These edibles?" He joked and Sheila smiled. "Of course they're edible sweetie." She responded and Mickey laughed. She was too pure. "Thanks." He said and opened the door. She waved with a smile. On the way home Mickey ate one, after a debate with his mind he decided to save some for his family. He entered the Milcovich house and saw Iggy and Mandy. They both were sitting at the table."Hey." He said and they waved. He tossed the cookies on the table and they each took one. Iggy took a bit first. "Mmm, this is good, where'd you get it?" He asked. Mandy took it as a sign and took a bite. "Mmm, who the hell makes Christmas cookies around here." She asked while chewing. "Sheilas." Mickey answered. "Batty Sheila?" Iggy asked and Mandy giggled. "Aye, she gave us some cookies, leave her alone." Mickey said and they shrugged. Terry walked in and they all got quite. "Fucks this?" Terry asked picking up a Santa decorated cookie. "Christmas cookies from Shei-uh Batty Sheila" Mickey answered hating that he called her that. Terry took a bite and chewed loudly. "Weird bitch can sure cook." He said and walked away. Iggy and Mandy shook their heads softly. "Dick." Iggy mumbled and walked to his room. "Thanks for the cookies Mick." Mandy said and touched his shoulder then walked away.
Mickey laid in his bed and thought about Ian. He though about his hair, eyes, and his fucking lips. Maybe someday he would be able to tell Ian how he feels. Maybe him and Ian could run away from everything, from Terry. Maybe someday Ian could be Mickeys. On the other side of the streets, Ian laid in bed, thinking the same exact thing.
Notes:
-I always wondered how Mickey and Sheila would talk to each other.
-Idea came randomly.
