Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me
Ian and Mickey were laying in Mickey's bed together one night. Ian's hand glides across Mickey's naked back, he runs his fingers across a scar that ran parallel with Mickey's spine. "How'd you get this one?" Ian asked. "What?" Mickey asked. "The scar, by your spine." Ian said "How'd you get it?". Mickey was quiet for a second, thinking back. "Terry pushed a shelf over, I got caught under it. Broke some shit, hurt so bad I couldn't move." Mickey pauses "Mandy was the only one home and couldn't move the shelf on her own, so she tried to pull me out from under it. Something that was on the shelve ended up slicing the shit out of my back." Mickey said, "You don't fuckin' remember?". "Yeah, yeah. I remember now." Ian said. "What about this one?" Ian asked moving his hand to run across the scar on the back of Mickey's left shoulder and slightly down his back, it wasn't a cut like the other one, it as a burn. "What the fuck is this show and tell?" Mickey asked. "You don't have to tell me, Mick." Ian said moving his hand to rub Mickey's back again. There was a pause. "I told Iggy that- I told Iggy about something and Terry found out and it pissed him off." Mickey explains "He grab a pan from Mandy, she had been cooking breakfast. There was hot grease in the pan, and he poured it on my shoulder.". "Shit Mickey." Ian said "I'm sorry that happened.". "Shut up." Mickey mumbled.
Ian moves to run his fingers through Mickey's hair. It was a comforting motion to Mickey and Ian knew that. He moved Mickey's hair away from his forehead and runs his thumb across a scar that was on his forehead and ran into his hair. He didn't keep his thumb there long but Mickey still to noticed. "That was from when Terry threw me down the porch stairs." Mickey said. "That fucking asshole" Ian mumbled leaning over to kiss the scar. "Well, he's dead now" Mickey said "Can't do shit anymore.".
Mickey shuffles a little bit so he can point at some little circle scars on his arms. " Cigarette burns." Mickey said "I have some on my legs and back to.". Ian looks at Mickey confused slightly "Figured you're gonna ask." Mickey said "Might as well just tell you.". "Okay." Ian said voice barely above a whisper waiting to see if Mickey continues.
"There's some on my back and chest from when he'd shoot me with BB gun. Terry'd do it when me or Iggy or Colin would fuck up." Mickey chuckled "We'd fuck up a lot.". "I remember." Ian said sadly.
"The scratches on my arms-" Mickey sighs "Those were me. Burning my 'episode's but you know that already, Red.". "Um this one-" Mickey said pulling his boxers down slightly to show a scar on his right hip that ran from his back to his stomach. "Terry's friend did it because- 'I wasn't listening'". Ian raises an eyebrow "Wasn't listening?". Mickey runs his finger across the scar looking at it like in some sort of trance. "It's nothing, Gallagher." Mickey said "It's fine.". Ian wanted to push more but Mickey is opening up and he doesn't want to push it and make him stop all together.
Mickey went on telling the stories of his scars. The one on his hand from when he caught a knife while playing 'dodge the dagger'. One on his stomach from having gotten stab in a fight. Track marks from the few times he had shoot up.
And Ian sat and listened to all the stories, feeling bad for the boy he loved.