Mickey flops down next to his sister on the couch, and she wordlessly passes him a plate of pizza bites. He takes them with a grateful nod. It’s a typical night for the two of them, except Mickey’s just asked Ian on a date, and his mind is buzzing with thoughts about the redhead. He’s so caught up in thinking about Ian’s stupid, pretty, freckled face that he doesn’t realize he’s zoned out until Mandy’s waving a hand in front of his face.
“Earth to Mickey, helloooooo,” She sings, her expression far too amused for his liking. Damn Mandy and her antics. She was way too excited about Mickey finding someone he actually liked
“What, bitch?” He blinked back to life, glaring at her and stealing a pizza bite off the plate.
“When’s Ian coming over?” …show more content…
got it, super excited <3
Mickey’s heart flutters in his chest, but he plays it off as nonchalantly as possible.
Come five pm, and he’s fretting again. He can’t decide on a shirt to wear, and his hair’s all over the place. It’s fucking stressful. Eventually, he plucks a black button down from the floor, and grabs a tub of hair gel from his bathroom.
He’s ready and pacing in half an hour. Ian won’t mind if he’s a bit early, right? Hopefully. He leaves at a quarter till, and is at Ian’s with five minutes to spare.
The lobby lets him up per usual, and he knocks on Ian’s apartment door, wringing his hands together. Ian pulls the door open, and Mickey blinks.
He looks a hundred times better than he did when Mickey was here last. Granted, that wasn’t particularly hard, since Ian had looked ridiculously sad and half alive, but it was still brilliant to see. If Mickey thought he was pretty then, he was practically otherworldly now. Ian’s hair was coiffed, one strand flopping in his eyes. He was wearing a grey button up and dark jeans, both of which seemed to make the color of his hair stand out even more than it usually …show more content…
“Nothing happened, though. You were there.”
Mickey groaned lightly in exasperation, taking a bite of his burger just so he doesn’t have to speak. It only delays his response by a second or two. “Yeah, I know,” he replies, thinking about their work day on Monday. He’ll just have to see if Ian gets as fucked up as he usually does. “I saved your ass,” he adds to lighten the mood, and Ian’s grinning again.
“I owe you,” he says. It makes both of Mickey’s eyebrows shoot straight up.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Ian winks, and Mickey could’ve ripped his clothes off right there. He sees clearly why Ian has such success as a stripper. He’s not only friendly and beautiful, he’s a fucking tease. Self control, he reminds himself, rolling his eyes at Ian.
“Alright. We’ll see how you can repay me later.”
They finish eating after a bit, and Mickey pays the bill with whatever cash he’d scrounged up for the week. It’s not much, but it’s enough to pay for their dinner, and he’s a bit proud that he can afford to take Ian out somewhere-- even a dingy dinner.
He drives Ian back to his apartment, and plans to pull up outside, when Ian looks over at him and asks, “Walk me
“Earth to Mickey, helloooooo,” She sings, her expression far too amused for his liking. Damn Mandy and her antics. She was way too excited about Mickey finding someone he actually liked
“What, bitch?” He blinked back to life, glaring at her and stealing a pizza bite off the plate.
“When’s Ian coming over?” …show more content…
got it, super excited <3
Mickey’s heart flutters in his chest, but he plays it off as nonchalantly as possible.
Come five pm, and he’s fretting again. He can’t decide on a shirt to wear, and his hair’s all over the place. It’s fucking stressful. Eventually, he plucks a black button down from the floor, and grabs a tub of hair gel from his bathroom.
He’s ready and pacing in half an hour. Ian won’t mind if he’s a bit early, right? Hopefully. He leaves at a quarter till, and is at Ian’s with five minutes to spare.
The lobby lets him up per usual, and he knocks on Ian’s apartment door, wringing his hands together. Ian pulls the door open, and Mickey blinks.
He looks a hundred times better than he did when Mickey was here last. Granted, that wasn’t particularly hard, since Ian had looked ridiculously sad and half alive, but it was still brilliant to see. If Mickey thought he was pretty then, he was practically otherworldly now. Ian’s hair was coiffed, one strand flopping in his eyes. He was wearing a grey button up and dark jeans, both of which seemed to make the color of his hair stand out even more than it usually …show more content…
“Nothing happened, though. You were there.”
Mickey groaned lightly in exasperation, taking a bite of his burger just so he doesn’t have to speak. It only delays his response by a second or two. “Yeah, I know,” he replies, thinking about their work day on Monday. He’ll just have to see if Ian gets as fucked up as he usually does. “I saved your ass,” he adds to lighten the mood, and Ian’s grinning again.
“I owe you,” he says. It makes both of Mickey’s eyebrows shoot straight up.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Ian winks, and Mickey could’ve ripped his clothes off right there. He sees clearly why Ian has such success as a stripper. He’s not only friendly and beautiful, he’s a fucking tease. Self control, he reminds himself, rolling his eyes at Ian.
“Alright. We’ll see how you can repay me later.”
They finish eating after a bit, and Mickey pays the bill with whatever cash he’d scrounged up for the week. It’s not much, but it’s enough to pay for their dinner, and he’s a bit proud that he can afford to take Ian out somewhere-- even a dingy dinner.
He drives Ian back to his apartment, and plans to pull up outside, when Ian looks over at him and asks, “Walk me