You were a poor teen living in the South side of Chicago. Your dad left you when you were a baby and left you with your alcoholic mom. Which basically meant: ”fend for yourself.”

As usual your mom stole your last paycheck to buy more alcohol and god knows what. You sighed looking down at the empty envelope and then back to your empty closet, you had the same clothes from since you were 12, some of it fit, and some didn’t. So you had to buy new clothes, but how?

You made your way to the mall, walking into the first clothing store you came across and checked out some of the t-shirts. You noticed the only worker in the store was distracted, you looked around to see if anyone was watching and quickly tucked the shirt under your own.

But that didn’t go unnoticed when the worker pointed at you and another one started walking towards you. ‘Fuck.’ You mumbled running around out of the store as fast as you could.

The other one ran after you. You tried to make some sharp turns to try and shake him off but when you finally thought you lost him he jumped you from behind and pinned you down on the ground.

You lock eyes with Mickey. “Y/N, what the fuck?” He sighed loosening his grip on you. “What the hell was that?” He asked.

You took a deep breath pulling the shirt out of your own and tossed it to him, resting your head on the ground in defeat.

Mickey huffed eyeing the shirt. “Come on girl, seriously? I’m disappointed you know, i thought i taught you better, and this?” He said holding up the shirt. “This is horrendous.” He chuckled.