ian's snapchat in series 4-5 (outside POV)
"Oh, shit," Sasha mutters at her phone, smacking Ally on the shoulder and shoving her phone in front of her. "Look, Ian's posting on Snap again."
She furrows her brows. "Is he living with the Milkoviches now?"
"I guess so," she shrugs, "we should let Ryan know, he'll be dying to see this," Sasha says.
"He's probably already seen it," Ally scoffs. "Guy's obsessed."
"You think Ian'll come back to school?" Sasha asks.
"It's not long 'till we graduate, so my bets are on no," Ally says. "Ryan needs to get over that little crush, I mean, he's never gonna ask Ian out."
"Yeah, and Ian's more of a hook-up guy anyway, from what I've heard. Ryan's not like that," Sasha agrees as they head to their next class.
"What the fuck?" Ryan snaps at lunch around a mouthful of food. He turns his phone around to face his friends. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"Oh, shit," Sasha winces.
"That's weird," Ally says, darting her eyes nervously between the phone and Sasha. Ryan's a handful usually, but if Ian's dating someone, he's going to be even more dramatic.
"Who's he dating?" Ryan mutters, zooming in to the edges of the photo.
"He's probably talking about Mandy," Sasha suggests, sipping her coke.
"Yeah, but you know he talks about Mandy like that," Ally says. "They always said shit like that, even after people knew Ian was gay. It's totally platonic."
"Yeah, it's probably just Mandy," Sasha says.
"Hm, yeah, probably. It's not like he can date a guy while he's at the Milkovich house anyway. He'd get fucking murdered," Ryan says, still squinting at the photo.
"Now he's at a Milkovich party!" Ryan exclaims, rushing up to their group early one morning.
"I mean, he's living with them," Sasha says. "He's probably gonna be at their parties."
"Yeah, but their parties are all family parties. Whole bunch of druggies and junkies," Ryan scoffs. "What's Ian doing with people like that?"
Ally rolls her eyes. "He's living with them."
"Yeah, but I'm worried about him. He's obviously getting in with a bad crowd."
Sasha groans. "He's not your problem. You're not even friends."
"We sat next to each other in Algebra for three years, we know each other," Ryan argues, stubbornly glaring at her. "And only their family goes to those parties. Why would they let Ian be there?"
"Because he's living with them!" Sasha shouts, laughing at his ridiculous line of logic.
"What if him and Mandy are actually dating?"
"What, he's un-gayed himself?" Ally scoffs. "No, they're not dating, Ryan. Stop freaking out."
"That's not Mandy's phone," Ryan states, placing his phone in the middle of the table like a detective investigating a murder case.
Sasha rolls her eyes, already tired of the conversation. It was tolerable when Ian was actually going to school with them, but now they haven't seen him in almost a year and she couldn't care less about Ryan's feelings about him.
"She probably got a new one," Sasha mutters, lighting a cigarette. "You know they steal shit all the time."
"No, I served her at Target the other day. Her phone was red," Ally says. Sasha glares at her for encouraging him. She shrugs. "It's true."
"Who's got a white phone?" Ryan ponders, tapping his chin.
"Mickey has a million phones," Ally suggests. "'Cause of all his illegal shit. Ian's probably just making fun of him."
"But why would he do that?"
"'Cause he's Mandy's brother. They probably talk sometimes," Sasha says. "Given he's living with them and everything."
"Mickey's homophobic as fuck, though. Why would Ian hang around with him?"
"I don't know!" Sasha shouts. "Maybe he doesn't know. Or maybe he's not bad about Ian. Or maybe Ian doesn't care."
"See?" Sasha says the next morning, when Ryan joins them. "He's just become friends with Mickey. Maybe he isn't as homophobic as we thought."
"He beat up Donny under the bleachers that one time 'cause him and Ian were fucking. He's definitely homophobic and definitely knows Ian's gay," Ryan scoffs.
"Isn't Ian a top?" Ally asks. "Maybe he doesn't mind that."
Ryan huffs. "Maybe. I just don't know why he'd want to be around the Milkoviches of all people. They're rude, dirty, poor as fuck, violent criminals. Don't you think he'd prefer to be around someone like me?"
And there it is. Sasha clenches her jaw. Ryan and his stick up his ass showing up yet again. He's always been like that, thinking he's better than everyone because he had the option of going to private school and chose their shitty school instead for some reason, looking down on everyone else who doesn't have that kind of money. He's only gotten worse over the years. Sasha's not really sure why she's still friends with him.
"Clearly, Mickey's still an asshole," Ryan says, gesturing to her phone. "Ian would definitely prefer hanging around people like us. Maybe I should try to run into him at some point."
Ally glances at her, trying to hide her smirk. Ryan always has plans on how he'll talk to Ian, and he always pussies out. They both know that will never happen.
"That's actually weird," Ryan says. "That's not Mandy's gun, that's Mickey's gun. I saw it once. Mandy doesn't have guns. Why is he using Mickey's shower?"
"Maybe they only have one shower," Sasha tells him, barely looking up to see the picture.
"No, if they had one shower, then Mandy's things would be in that one. You're telling me Mandy just uses body wash, no shampoo, no conditioner?" Ryan laughs. "Nah, she definitely doesn't use that shower."
"Why would it matter that he's using Mickey's shower?"
"I don't know. It has to mean something, though," Ryan mumbles, narrowing his eyes.
"Yeah, they're probably just friends now," Ryan sighs. "I don't know why, but whatever."
"Uh-huh," Ally mumbles, not paying any attention. "Huh, he looks kinda hot there."
"Mm, yeah, he does," Sasha agrees.
"No he doesn't," Ryan snaps, storming off.
Sasha laughs at him as he walks away.
"Look what Ian posted," Ally says to her one evening, while they're smoking in the park.
"Don't you start on him too," Sasha groans.
"No, this is actually weird," Ally tells her. "They're like... cuddled up together."
"Huh," Sasha frowns, staring at the image. "Maybe they just fell asleep next to each other? I dunno, but that's weird."
The next day, Ryan is raging about it. He says Ian shouldn't be associated with him, says Mickey's probably getting him involved in all sorts of trouble.
He never mentions how close they are, even though Sasha knows he noticed that. The idea of Mickey being gay is a surprise, but not completely outside of the world of believability. Sasha can see it, maybe. Although she doesn't think that's what's happening, there's probably a more reasonable explanation, but maybe.
"Oh, they're definitely together," Ally says, eyebrows raised.
"Holy shit," Sasha says, putting her coke down to fully appreciate the image. "A hundred per cent," she agrees.
"Have you fucking seen this?" Ryan suddenly says, appearing from nowhere and startling her.
"We were just looking at it," Ally tells him.
"Are they fucking together?" Ryan spits.
"Looks like it," Sasha says.
"Sorry, man," Ally winces.
"This is fucking-- what the fuck? What does that douchebag have that I don't? He's probably some abusive, manipulative fucking--"
"Oh, he posted another story," Sasha interrupts.
It's a video, only about thirty seconds long. Mickey's featured in flashes, scrambling around Ian's shoulder.
"Un-post that!" he's shouting, trying to grab Ian's phone. "Stop fucking recording me, Gallagher, I'll fucking kill you. Delete it!"
Ian's laughing, grinning from ear to ear as he holds the phone out of reach.
"No!" he's saying around his smile. "It's cute!"
"I'm not fucking cute! I'll murder you, I'll actually goddamn murder you!"
Ian laughs, doesn't seem scared at all. "No, you won't, idiot. You like me too much."
The video abruptly cuts off. Ryan's nostrils are flared, face red with barely contained rage.
"Oh, shut up," Ally scoffs. "They look happy."
"Yeah," Sasha nods. "Crazy that Mickey's gay, though."
(set as if people didn't know Mickey came out even though they definitely would have heard about it)
