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Giving him a curious look for a moment, Mickey shrugged and reached for the cigarette with a tiny smirk and an expression that he hoped translated as something like a ‘thank you’. “Oh, I get that all the time. Want me to kick your ass again?” Pulling out a cigarette and the lighter from the pack, he lit it up and handed them both back to Lip.
Lip pocketed the pack and smiled, “no, I, uh..” Lip stared down at the ash on the concrete and then looked up, “I don’t think you’ll be so lucky this time. Not without your brothers and that handy pool stick of yours.”
Taking the first deep drag of his cigarette, he laughed. “Nahh. I could give you the beat down right now, if I wanted to.” He knew that in reality, he wouldn’t be able to go out unscathed from a fight with Lip. Especially if what Mandy had said about him joining a fight club was true. Still, he was confident that he’d be able to win. And it was fun to talk big like this with someone that he was pretty sure wouldn’t jump him for it.
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While he wouldn’t admit it out loud, the idea of Ian leaving made something in his chest hurt. Sure, he was bad about conversation. He was really bad about treating Ian the way he deserved. But he wanted to try, and he definitely wouldn’t be able to make any ground if he kept scaring Ian off. “Don’t- I didn’t mean it like that, alright?”
Ian’s eyes flickered something that could be considered pain for just a moment before turning back to their blank state. “Yeah? Explain how you meant it, then. Go on. I’m waiting.”
“I meant that fuckin’ look on your face.” The words came out almost like a spit, and he took a small step closer to Ian as he stared him down. “The one where you’re forcin’ the smile and pretending everything’s fine. And I know you know what I’m talkin’ about, Firecrotch.” He realized how frustrated he was getting, knew it was showing with his words, and had to remind himself more than once to back off a bit.
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Lip took a drag from his cigarette. “Hey, Mickey.”
Eyes fixed on the cigarette for a few moments while he tried to decide whether or not to knock it out of Lip’s hand, Mickey snorted. “Hey, Shithead.”
Lip chuckled and nodded his head as he took another drag. He held out the pack with his free hand in a silent offer. “And to think I was beginning to miss your charming company.”
Giving him a curious look for a moment, Mickey shrugged and reached for the cigarette with a tiny smirk and an expression that he hoped translated as something like a ‘thank you’. “Oh, I get that all the time. Want me to kick your ass again?” Pulling out a cigarette and the lighter from the pack, he lit it up and handed them both back to Lip.
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“Why don’t you?” Ian suddenly felt annoyed— Annoyed at basically everything Mickey was doing. The pushing him away, the acting like a complete dick to him. He sighed and shook his head. “Sorry. I’m gonna go, alright?”
While he wouldn’t admit it out loud, the idea of Ian leaving made something in his chest hurt. Sure, he was bad about conversation. He was really bad about treating Ian the way he deserved. But he wanted to try, and he definitely wouldn’t be able to make any ground if he kept scaring Ian off. “Don’t- I didn’t mean it like that, alright?”
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Lip took a drag from his cigarette. “Hey, Mickey.”
Eyes fixed on the cigarette for a few moments while he tried to decide whether or not to knock it out of Lip’s hand, Mickey snorted. “Hey, Shithead.”
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Ian felt that familiar sting in the pit of his stomach, but he was used to it by now. He forced a smile and took a step back, hands clenched at his sides. “Alright.”
After keeping his eyes downcast for a few moments, Mickey chanced a glance up at Ian. Immediately, however, he wished that he hadn’t. “Knock it off, would you?” He looked over the other’s shoulder, trying hard to not make eye contact. Not when Ian had that look on his face.
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“Yeah, you can,” Ian rolled his eyes before reaching out to brush his hand against Mickey’s cheek, his expression softening. “I miss you.”
“No, I’m pretty sure you can’t-” At first, he lightly leaned into the touch, before instinct took over and he jerked his head away from the hand. They were still in public- albeit, they weren’t exactly in a crowded area, but Mickey had learned to be cautious. “Knock that off, someone might see.”
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“Oh good.
just what I need, a visit from the resident asshole.”
Scoffing, Mickey shook his head, crossing his arms and putting on a frown. “As if you didn’t miss me.”
Ian rolled his eyes, mimicking Mickey. “Please, you wouldn’t know. You never stick around long enough for me to say it.”
His nose crinkled slightly, expression melting into a scowl at the way Ian’s pose mirrored his own. “That doesn’t even make sense.” He moved so that his hands were in his pockets, breathing out a huff through his nose. “You can’t miss someone if they’re standing right in front of you,Firecrotch.”
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