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[mickeyhudson]

[mickeyhudson]

He was glad that this kid didn’t press him to ‘talk it out’ or whatever shit that most people tried to get others to do. Mickey wasn’t in the mood, and that wasn’t going to go away by some poking or prodding. “Gustaf Remington? Fuck, I can see why you chose a nickname,” he smirked, snatching the flask back from Remy before taking a swig of his own.

The fact that they didn’t have to talk made it easier, he swished the whiskey around in his mouth before swallowing again. “Gustaf Remington,” he riddled off, looking over at Mickey. “Uber Swedish.”

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Mickey scoffed, standing up before making a big show of moving out of the way. “It’s like you make it your job to piss people off. No one likes a girl with a stick up their ass, Barbie.”

“Can’t you move the pity party a little to the left? I don’t like to change my routine.”

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Mickey’s head whipped over to the girl, his face morphing into that of disgust. “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t give a shit about my friends fucking each other.” He snarled, taking a long drink out of his flask. “Your sarcasm is annoying as shit.”

"Why are you in such a piss poor mood?" She asked before she realised. "Oh, the Lottie and Jamie thing. Don’t worry. I’m not ecstatic about it either and neither is Bryden so you’re not alone. We can’t all take things as well as I do, though." She said flipping her hair. "So, what can I do to cheer little Mickey up?"

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"Genius.” Mickey rolled his eyes, leaning his head back onto the wall. Jesus, he hated feeling so fucking pathetic. “Is Remy short for somethin’?” He asked, avoiding the question.

Remy took it up, tipping the flask back. “Whiskey,” he noted, swallowing a mouthful. “Is there something wrong, or can I just keep stealing the booze without having to chit chat?”

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"Wait --” he said instinctively, his hand catching her forearm before she got up to leave. He didn’t want her to go. He didn’t want her to walk out that door and leave him in his own bundle of misery -- not just at that moment, but for all of those other moments to come. After years of bottling up all of those feelings he’d been harboring for Lottie, he never would have thought that all it would take was her sleeping with his best friend for them to surface. “Don’t.” His voice was low, barely even audible if she hadn’t been mere inches away from him to start with. Mickey’s hand was still on her arm, yet impulsively he allowed it to slowly move up to her cheek before leaning in and kissing her softly. Perhaps more tenderly than he’d ever kissed someone before.

Lottie felt like she couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Things between her and Mickey were never supposed to be awkward, yet things seemed to have escalated quickly. “Mick—” She tried, but immediately stopped herself. An ‘i’m sorry’ was stuck in her throat, and before she could prevent it, she added on, “I think I should go.”

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"Cry me a river then, Sterling. Not my problem that you can’t move ten fucking feet from me.”

“You are in my way. I train here.”

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Mickey frowned, letting out a huff before reaching out his arm with the flask for Remy to take. “Knock yourself out.” He wasn’t in the mood to have a pointless argument with someone.

“Right then.” Remy backed up, “I was wondering if you were going to share, but if you’d rather not, I’ll get my own.”

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Mickey didn’t know whether he wanted to punch a wall or just plain walk out of the room. There was a weird mix of emotions within him that he didn’t know what to do with, something he’d never experienced before. It had always been different with Lottie; his reactions, his motives, his movements. And now, he wasn’t sure what to do with any of it. For once, Mick was practically speechless. “Okay.”

Lottie was usually a cool, confident person, but she found her confidence deteriorating right before Mickey’s eyes. She could feel the disappointment under his gaze. She knows it would be the same thing for her if the roles were reversed. Lottie chose to look down towards the bed that she laid on top of instead of meeting his eyes. “—No.”

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“Fuck off. I’m not in the mood.”

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Mickey + quotes ↳ “Fuck you, fuck you and especially fuck you!”

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Mickey froze, unable to comprehend the five words that’d just slipped out of her mouth. She fucked his best friend. She fucked Jamie Nevins. Jamie Fucking Nevins. Out of all people. “What?” Was all he could manage to get out, his eyebrows narrowing at the girl who he usually could talk about anything with. “You’re joking.”

Sometimes Lottie hated how well Mickey could read her. It wasn’t like she wore her heart on her sleeve— Mickey just knew her well enough that the two understood each other without the need to outright say it. She really didn’t want to cause shit even more than already, but Mickey wasn’t going to budge. “I———-might’ve slept with Jamie.” 

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A small smirk appeared on the male’s lips, satisfied that Felix was taking the ‘no questions’ route. That’s exactly what he needed to make this shit work, or else he’d pussy out like anyone else would. He was almost expecting an argument having prepared himself to deal out whatever type of threat he could think of, but Felix just proved that he was much smarter than that. Thank the fucking lord.

“Train tracks downtown. I have to make a deal,” he shrugged his duffle bag further up his shoulder before heading out of the open door. “You just sit your pretty butt in your shiny Camero, or whatever the fuck you got, and I’ll take it from there.” 

do me a solid { felix & mickey }

Felix was sitting at his desk, doing some reading for one of his classes, when there was a knock on the door. He glanced up and was about to call for the person to come in, when they - who turned out to be one Mickey Hudson - barged in anyway. He closed his book, frowning at the other boy’s blunt, mildy offensive greeting. There was a hesitance in him, when Mickey reminded him of their deal and the favor he owed him, but they had agreed that it would be a favor that would cause no harm to anyone - physically, at least. So he took a breath and rose from his seat. 

"Yes, quite right," said Felix, grabbing for the jacket which still contained his keys, incidentally his leather one, "Where are we headed?" He felt as though Mickey would appreciate it if he asked little outside of need-to-know questions. 

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"Oh, come the fuck off it," he said, rolling his eyes. "Don't pretend you've got too much god damn pride or something that you think you can just hide shit from me. 'Specially when I can tell you're not too thrilled about it." Mickey shook his head, cocking his head to get a better look at her. "What -- did the guy make you do it? Tell me and I'll do something about it."

Lottie took the pillow into her arms, her chin resting on top of it as he shot her a look. It wasn’t that Lottie was shit at lying— it was just that Mickey knew her well enough to tell when she was hiding something from him. She knew he’d react badly if she told him who exactly she slept with, so she merely played the dumb look. “I’m not fucking hiding anything.” Shit, now she was getting defensive.

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"I would stop fucking insulting you if you would stop warranting it!" Holy hell, she had to be on something. Either that or she was having a psychotic break. Both would make sense in his eyes. "Fine, whatever." 

"How about you get out of my face and stop insulting me where it’s not warranted?” Nope. There was no chance in hell she was calming now, her anger was reaching it’s peak. “Get lost, Mickey.”

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"Ask me another question and I'll knock your fucking teeth out."

"…Why?"