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Ian sat next to Mickey on the couch, they were playing Cod and having beers. Normal best friend things; except Ian hated it. Ian didn't want to be friends with the blue eyed boy, he wanted to be so much more and so did Mickey.Mandy knew it, lip knew it, all of the Milkovich family knew it along with the rest of the Gallagher clan as well. They all knew it, they could all see how the two boys felt for one another, how much they cared for one another, that look that they gave each other, they all saw it but the two boys themselves.
Mickey looked at Ian, pausing the game. He could tell that Ian's mind was far away, not even moving his hands to play the game anymore. "God he looks beautiful" He thought, before in inner south side thug came into his mind and started yelling at him for being such a fag, but he couldn't help it. Not when it came to Ian.
When Mickey thought about Ian, he thought about the future, he'd think about what it would be like if he told Ian how he felt and Ian felt the same way. Which of course he didn't. Mickey knew that Ian thought of him only in a best friend way, after 4 years of friendship, living together and both of them saving each other more times then either of them could count if Ian had felt something he would have shown the blue eyed boy right? Although Mick had an inner fight with himself as After saying all of that he still wouldn't tell the ginger boy how he felt.
"Mickey?" Ian said, breaking Mickey from his thoughts.
"Y-yeah?" He asked, Mickey wished there was away to live in your thoughts, to make it so he could stay in the land where him and Ian were in love and nothing could change that
"The foods here silly" he laughed walking to the kitchen in the apartment they had shared.
"What have you been thinking about so hard?" He asked, looking at the boy as he had sat the Chinese food on plates before giving one to him.
"Many and lip, I can't believe they are talking about getting married" he lied, although there was still some truth to what he had said. Lip had already asked Mickey if it was okay he ask Mandy the big question and Mandy had been talking about wedding dresses with Ian.
"I know, it's crazy. But I'm happy for them, lil finally let her in and she finally let him in and they fell in love, kind of perfect ya know?" Ian went on, talking about how he couldn't wait for the wedding to actually happen. He had adding something in about "I'd rather go with you than some loser who's gonna et drunk and want to sleep in my bed after we fuck" which caused Mickey to almost choke on his food. " it's just as friends Mickey calm down" he thought to himself, little did he know he was wrong.
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Lip and Mandy sat on their couch, her feet over his lap and his hands on her upper thighs, sitting and talking with a glass of win in Mandy's hand and a beer in lips.
"I just don't understand why Ian won't say anything to him. It's not like we don't know they are head over heels for each other, why can't they know?" Lip asked, taking a sip of his beer.
"well because both of them are scared the other doesn't love them back, neither of them want to lose the other one. But don't worry too much, it won't last long I know that" she laughed, grabbing the bottle filling up her now empty glass.
"But they would be so much happier ya know? I'm tired of Ian's bad days being because the one man he wants to be with doesn't know and it ends with him getting drunk and crying" lip complains.
"I know you care about him, and I care about both of them. It's hard to see them both be so stupid but neither of us can do anything, so I think we should just do extra kissing for them" Mandy says, putting her cup down and climbing on top of his lap.
"Ya know I think I'd be okay with that" Lip says kissing her causing a giggle to leave Mandy's lips. God how he loved that giggle.
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Back a few blocks down Ian couldn't stand it anymore, the pain in his heart of not having the blue eyed boy, not being able to kiss him, to touch him, to tell him he loves him. How could he? How could he throw away a 4 year friendship because he wanted the pain to stop, he couldn't. He needed Mickey in his life, even if he wanted so much more then a fucking friendship, not having Mick at all would be so much worse to him.
It was around 9 when he decided he was gonna go out to the bar, he needed a drink and to be out of the apartment for a while.
He made up some lie about meeting Mandy for coffee and left, not giving much of an explanation, which of course left Mickey wondering.
Once Ian got to the bar there was no time waisted, he ordered two shots and a beer and got the throat numbing drinks down as quick as possible, and it didn't take long for them to kick in as he got drink easier on his meds. Before anyone could say anything he was dancing and acting crazy, but he loved it. There was no pain or sadness or even self hatred at the moment and he loved it.
Ian had spent the next 3 hours turning down every guy who came up to him. Normally he'd flirt, have some fun and do everything he could to get the milkovich off his mind and sometimes if he was lucky enough it worked. But tonight wasn't one of those nights, he just sat there hating himself for never telling the boy how he felt about him.
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Mickey had started worrying when after 3 hours of Ian being gone he hadn't got a text or anything from either one, Ian nor Mandy.
Of course Mandy was busy with her soon to be husband and Ian was somewhere dancing with some guy, all of which Mickey had no idea, but he didn't like it. He didn't like not knowing that Ian was safe. It made him worry ten times as much.
After spending what feels like hours trying to get ahold of Ian and leaving at least 20 voicemails that Mick knew he'd have to explain as to why he was so worried about his "Friend". Ian had called him.
"Heyyy Mickky" Ian slurred, obviously fucking hammered. Mickey knew right then and there that Ian had lied, that Mands was probably at home sleeping and Ian was god knows where drinking anything he could find.
"Ian where are you?" Mickey asked, trying his best not to let how pissed off he was in his voice as he spoke.
"Umm, the fairytale. but shhh don't tell mickey"Ian said. Okay so he was more than just a little drunk.
"Stay there, dont move. Do you understand? Im coming to get you" He told Ian and Ian replied with an "Mhm". No one will understand how fast Mickey got his shoes and coat on, getting in the car and going to save Ian.
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After about two hours of driving, getting Ian in the car, getting Ian up the stairs and onto his bed, Mickey was tired as hell.
"Ian, why did you drink so much? You know that drinking this much isn't good with your meds. Im worried" Mickey said pulling a pair of pajama pants from his dresser, waiting for the drunk boy to answer.
Mickey was in the middle of taking off Ians shoes when he started to speak "I was trying to forget. Forget that I love him but he doesn't love me." Mickeys heart began to hurt, he officially had no chance with the boy in front of him.
"I mean hes my roommate, my best friend, how could i expect him too? I see him everyday and its just a reminder that I don't get to see him, that I dont get to wake up or fall asleep next to him, that I don't get to bend him over-" Thats when Mickey stopped him.
"Ian, if you remember any of this when your sober.. Go talk to your roommate please. You'll never know unless you try"