eighty-four ,, gallavich
"i slept with mickey milkovich last night," ian whispers. "so?" "so-" ian stares at his phone for a second. "i slept with mandy's fucking brother." "ian, what do you want me to say? congratulations? you've been dating mickey for almost a year," lip says, sounding confused as fuck. ian blinks. that can't be right. ian'...