Angel-face
"Mickey, why aren't you outside with everyone else? We just got the pool set up, why don't you go for a swim?" Fiona asked walking into Mickey's room. "I have to study for this stupid fucking make up test." Mickey said. "Take a break." Fiona said. "I don't have time. I have to do this and then start getting ready for work. And im on closing shift with fucking Lilian- UGH!" Mickey groans flopping back on his bed. "Mickey, You need a break." Fiona said. Mickey started "I don't have time-" "Have you even eaten today?" Fiona asked "Yeah" Mickey said. "Really? What did you eat?" Fiona asked. Mickey blank stared trying to think. "Mickey get up." Fiona said "No" Mickey said. Fiona walks over to Mickey and starts trying to pull him off the bed "Fi, nooooooo." Mickey whined. "Come on, Angel-face! Time to take a break." Fiona said finally getting Mickey up. "You're gonna come downstairs and eat, then your gonna go into that back yard and have fun then when its time will come get you so you can get ready for work. Got it?" Fiona asked "Yeah." Mickey said.
Mickey's shift was fucking horrible. First, he was on shift with his bitchiest of managers, Lilian. He didn't know how she managed to become a manager because she never did her fucking job. Second, some fuck-wad had spilled a drink on him halfway through his shift, the bitch had did it on purpose because Mickey 'didn't check' (he did) if they had a shirt in the fuckers size and Lilian's bitch ass barely gave him a second to clean himself off before telling him to get his ass back to work. Lastly at the end of his shift a different fucker decide it was a good idea to throw a bunch of the merchandise around and broke one of the display cases before security got there and guess who the fuck had to clean it up, MICKEY! Oh and not to mention he ended up slicing the palm of his left hand open while cleaning it up. He didn't even give a shit at that point he just wanted to go the fuck home. So he slapped a band-aid on it finish cleaning the glass and then it was time for him to go home. He'd be lying if he said he didn't cry on the way back home. He expected everyone in the Gallagher house to be asleep when he got home because it was almost midnight by the time he walked through the door but he was wrong. Fiona was sat on the couch watching a movie. "Hey, Mick. Your home." Fiona said while Mickey sat down never to her. Fiona looked him up an down "Oh, Mickey. What happened?" Fiona asked putting her hand on Mickey's back. "So bitch spilled a fucking drink on me and Lilian didn't give me any fucking time to clean up or call someone to bring me something before she made me work my ass off doing both mine and HER job and then- then some fucker broke our display case and I had to clean it up and I sliced the shit out of my hand!" Mickey explained. "Oh, Mick. How about you go get changed and i'll go get stuff to clean up your hand." Fiona said patting Mickey's back one more time before getting up, Mickey getting up not to long after.
A few minutes later they were back sitting on the couch, Mickey now in different clothes and Fiona cleaning the cut on his left hand. Once Fiona was done and wrapped up Mickey's hand and she looked you at him "There you go, Angel-face. All better.". Mickey started crying again, he didn't know if it was from the stress of earlier or from just being overwhelmed in general but he cried and cried. Fiona just pulls Mickey into a side hug, wrapping him in her arms as he lays his head on her chest. At some point Mickey must have started to pull at his hair without noticing because Fiona pulls his hand back and says "Don't do that, Angel. Your gonna hurt yourself.". Fiona holds his hand in hers and starts running her finger through his hair in the spot he had been pulling at. "You're gonna be okay, Mickey. Everything's gonna be okay."