Ian huffed quietly as he sat on the freezing porch of the Milkovich house, waiting impatiently for Mickey to arrive home. Mickey had just gotten out of juvie for the second time this time for breaking into the Kash-n'-Grab and stealing... After a little bit less than a year, he was released for "good behavior" and was finally making his way home. Ian was didn't care, as long as Mickey was safe... Mickey was his of friend. sort of fuck buddy, but whatever.

"Where the fuck is he...?"