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“Christ, Mandy. I’m coming!”
Mickey winces as his annoying sister almost dislocates his shoulder while pulling him roughly.
“Well you’re not going fast enough, asswipe!”
They’re currently racing down the city street, shoving their way through the crowd. Mickey’s flipping off every second asshole who shouts at them in annoyance. He also may or may not knock over some douchebag who had the audacity to shout out, “Watch where you’re going, cunt!”
Mandy’s been dragging him around all day for this random hipster festival and man it’s been annoying. The temperature is way too high, the sun is burning way too brightly and it’s only April, for fuck’s sake. But no, Mandy, that bitch, had insisted on coming.
And now they’re sprinting for the station to catch the L because their train is leaving in five minutes and Mandy doesn’t “want to wait around with your stupid ass.”
“Douchebag, you’re the one who went all starry-eyed at the gun exhibit. Don’t pretend it didn’t turn your stupid ass on and that it’s not why we’re now fucking late!”
Mandy screams in annoyance and Mickey only sighs in response.
“Hurry… up!”
“Christ, woman, I’m going! I’m going!”
Mickey only has a second to relish the shade they’ve found upon entering the station when he’s pulled roughly again.
“It’s fucking here! Let’s go, Mickey!”
And of course, the train’s just about to leave when they get to the platform.
“Come on!”
“Shit!”
*BAM*
As the train shuffles off, Mickey glances back and flips off the station guard who’s glaring at him and Mandy for their antics in boarding just before the doors closed.
It’s when Mandy pulls him into a seat that it catches up with him.
“Ahh… shit! That hurts!”
Mandy huffs in annoyance. “What’d you run into the pole for, douchebag?”
Mickey flips her off. “Why the fuck would I run into that on purpose, bitch?” He tentatively touches his forehead and winces. “Fuck.”
“Pfft,” Mandy snarks back. “At least we made it, no thanks to your stupid ass.”
Mickey growls and launches at her.
“Oww! Mickey, hands off now that I’m a C-cup!”
“C-cup, bitch you wish.”
There’s a chuckle nearby, and both siblings turn around fast enough to get whiplash. Mickey sees Mandy’s jaw drop as they face not just any guy, but possibly the most good-looking guy he’s ever laid his eyes on (His jaw totally doesn’t drop too).
It’s a young redhead, maybe about Mandy’s age. His hair is all cute and messy, and his freckled face has a wide, goofy grin stretched across it. He’s wearing a tight shirt that leaves little to the imagination and damn if Mickey isn’t feeling some urges right now. Mickey’s also very aware that this moment feels like it’s come straight out of one of those chick flicks that Mandy’s always dragging him to (he does not purposely go into movie theatres to watch re-runs of The Notebook, thank you very much), but he’s literally frozen in place staring into the greenest eyes he’s ever seen, and caught between wanting to run his fingers along the redhead’s well-shaped biceps or his sharp jaw. The redhead chuckles again and it’s doing wonders for his pale, fucking exquisite face while inflicting absolute chaos on Mickey’s heart.
He hears Mandy give a high-pitched squeal and watches as she leaps right into the seat next to the guy. Fucking traitor.
“Fine bitch, just abandon me after I nearly split my face in two.”
Mandy snorts in response and raises her eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah Regina at least it’s not a bus. Don’t be so dramatic.” There’s an underlying softness to her voice though and she seems to shuffle a little closer back to Mickey, but he waves her off. With that, she goes back into bitch mode.
“Ugh, Mickey, trust you to slam your stupid face into a pole.”
The redhead chuckles again and Mickey turns to meet his gaze.
“I don’t know. I think it’s a shame for that cute face of his.”
Mickey’s face turns completely red at the redhead’s absolutely playful tone. And it’s a different kind of red from the angry colour diffusing across his face before from ramming into the pole. Mandy moans and gets up. Moving back next to Mickey, she plops herself back down and punches Mickey roughly in the arm.
“Ow, what was that for?”
“Douchebag. You slam into a fucking pole and humiliate the crap out of yourself and still your stupid face picks up some hot ass. I can’t deal with this.” Mandy huffs, sinks further into her seat and stares resolutely out the window.
Mickey rolls his eyes and looks back at the redhead, whose grin has only gotten wider during Mandy’s tantrum.
“Hi Mickey.” He leans forward and holds out his hand. “I’m Ian.”
Four years later, Mickey nearly slams into a pole again while running for the L. This time though, he’s saved by Ian dragging him away just in time. Mandy’s the one flipping them off this time as the train carries them away from her wrath at having missed the train. Mickey simply laughs and firmly kisses his redheaded husband.