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(Takes place right after Ian gets on the bus.)

Die Alone- A Shameless fanfiction

Ian and Mickey

Chapter One

Ian smiled softly as his head thumped against the back of his maroon bus seat. The whole place reeked of exhaust and sweaty boys. He was finally free, he had managed to get out of the Southside. He tried to forget about Mickey, his indifference, his lack of love. Ian was going to be happy godammit, he was going to finally live. Suddenly this morning's events hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Don't.." Mickey's voice scratched out, broken and choked up. Ian turned from where he was at the door and met Mickey's eyes. "Don't what?" He challenged, done with being the only one allowed to fucking feel at all. Mickey just stared back at him, lost, searching for the words that were dying on his tongue.

Tears suddenly sprang to Ian's eyes, wiping away his smile. He realized Mickey did care, knew that he had to care. But he wasn't gonna just be his bitch either. Mickey had to accept that he loved Ian, that he needed Ian as much as Ian needed him. That was the only way that Ian would ever be able to take him back. He was tired of "just fucking." He was ready to make love to Mickey, to kiss him, to sleep together, to go on dates, to watch movies. Suddenly these tears were more than just dewdrops. Now they turned into a torrential downpour, as his body was wracked with sobs.

"What the fuck faggot? You some kinda pussy?" The kid next to him blurted loudly. Ian flinched at the word. "Leave me alone." He managed to get out, trying to stifle his sobs. He felt like his heart was exploding, like his soul was collapsing. His skin felt icy cold and burning hot at the same time, his chest ached and it wasn't just because he was crying so hard. Ian couldn't stop the sobbing any more than the kid next to him could stop saying faggot.

"Hahah look at you little ROTC faggot, you gonna run home to your mommy? Gonna fucking piss yourself from your faggoty-ass crying, motherfucker? What a fucking loser." He said viciously, the other guys on the bus crowding to watch Ian's spectacle.

"Get me the fuck off this bus." Ian hissed quietly, crying still, but silently.

"What was that?" The guy growled.

Ian stood up and smashed the guy's head against the window and ran to the front of the bus. "GET ME THE FUCK OFF OF THIS FUCKING BUS OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL CRASH IT!" He shouted, losing all control. Every time he blinked he could see Mickey's crying face painted on the backs of his eyelids.

"Jesus Christ kid, get off." The driver said, pulling over. The other guys on the bus just stared at him in shock, unable to fathom the fact that Ian had just seriously wounded another comrade. "Just so you know asshole," Ian said, standing there, "I am a fucking faggot and I wouldn't fuck you if I had a million bucks." He walked off the bus and wiped the tears from his eyes.