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“Fuck!” Ian and Mickey yelled in unison when an out-fielder caught what looked like a possible home run. “How the fuck does someone jump that high, Jesus!” Mickey groaned, sipping his beer. Ian shrugged before reaching to take Mickey’s hand. Mickey quickly pulled his hand away as if it was hiding something valuable. “What?” Ian smirked. Mickey looked around uncomfortably, “One more beer.” “You got it,” Ian said with a smile. He left to get two more beers and groaned when he noticed how long the line was. “Excuse me?” Ian turned and looked at a little old lady

Chapter 2: Gay Ian Ian got up early, tripping over his feet as he tried to get dressed. He walked down the staircase closest to the front door, deciding breakfast was a no-go. His stomach was in knots and he felt like he was going to puke. ROTC taught him how to fight, but Mickey Milkovich was a hell of a lot scarier than some guy with a gun. Ian grabbed the baseball bat off the wall and left. He headed to the Milkovich’s house, his limbs feeling weaker and weaker. He wasn’t sure why Mickey scared him so much. Maybe it wasn’t the fear of getting his face bashed in. Maybe it was just nerves he got every time Mickey was aro

Chapter 1: Mandy Ian “Hey, Ian!” Ian looked up at Mandy Milkovich who was walking down the stairs of the L. She was wearing a tiny shirt under a heavy coat. Ian was shocked her legs weren’t blue by this point, “Hi, Mandy.” “Thanks for helping me out in history today.” Mandy bit on her lip and moved closer to Ian. “No problem,” Ian smiled taking a step back. “That guy’s a total jerk.” “Totally,” Mandy giggled. “Wanna hang out?” Ian wasn’t sure what to say. He had never really been fond of anyone in the Milkovich family. The father was a

“Hey,” Dick said as he closed the door with his foot. He had a gallon of paint in either hand. Jason took one of the cans of paint, “Do we really have to repaint the entire apartment?" "I could use a change,” Dick said looking at the chipped white walls. “Besides, after Red Hood knocked the teeth out of his last victim’s head, I’d say we need to paint.” Dick set the other can down and looked at a small blood splatter on the wall. “Why’d you even have to bring him here, anyway?” “He was already here. Bitch thought he could rob us,” Jason smiled. Dick shook his he

“I was walking back from the gas chambers; my hands were shaking and I could not catch my breath. It was my first time at the gas chambers. Of course, I knew exactly what went on in those places. I was taught how they were designed, what their purpose was, and, of course, why they were there. Seeing them, being inside them was something beyond my wildest dreams. “Years ago I joined the Hitler Youth. I was educated in the Nazi party’s goals and ideals. I knew that all men, women, and children who were not like me were inferior. It was not just Jews that I was taught to hate. Oh no, I was taught to hate anyone who was born di

Jason walked in with a bowl of popcorn, “Food has arrived—“ “Sh!” Dick snapped, “This is the best part.” Dick sat up on the couch so his feet were planted on the floor, his elbows on his knees, and his hands holding his chin up. Jason shook his head and smiled. He put the bowl on the table and climbed onto the couch. He sat with his legs up on the coffee table and one arm draped over Dick’s side of the couch. Jason looked at the T.V. screen at a movie he’d never seen before. Right now Matt Damon and Robin Williams were sitting in a park. Jason looked over at Dick who seemed mesmerized b

I felt his soft fingers brush mine as we walked through the hallways. I didn't think much of it until his finger touched my wrist and trailed down into my palm. I pulled my hand away. "What's wrong?" He whispers in my ear. "I'm not ready for everyone else to know." "Know what?" I heard the humor in his voice and it made me angry. I didn't respond, knowing he wanted me to say those five words. 'I'm in love with you.' He sighed, grabbing my backpack and pulling me into an empty math classroom. "What the hell?" I whisper. I could only see the outline of his tall, athletic frame in the darkness. His hands grabbed my biceps and pulled me aga