“I knew it!” you exclaim, your voice echoing through the room as Mickey 17 steps inside. Mickey 18 lingers in the bathroom while you stand there, anticipation bubbling over. “I knew this was going to happen! Oh my god!” you add, disbelief and excitement lacing your words.

“Calm down, will you?” Mickey 17 sighs, his expression quickly shifting to one of confusion. His brows knit together as he studies your face. “Wait… why are you smiling? Shouldn’t you be freaking out right now?”

Before you can respond, Mickey 18 emerges from the bathroom, shirtless, and casually positions himself beside you. A smirk plays on his lips as he glances between you and his counterpart.

“You know exactly why they’re smiling,” Mickey 18 remarks slyly.

You lift your hands, placing one on each of their faces, turning their attention toward you. “This is the greatest day of my life,” you declare with absolute certainty.

Mickey 17’s frown deepens. “Babe… why are you talking like that?” His eyes scan the room before landing on a small canister of oxy sitting on the desk. His expression darkens instantly.

“You gave them drugs?” he snaps at Mickey 18 before turning back to you, concern overtaking his frustration. He cups your face, his grip firm but gentle, blocking out everything else around him. “Look at me,” he urges. “Did you take any oxy? Are you high right now?”