@milkovichsmickey asked for a starter, and I love them with all my <3 so they shall receive!
Mandy was in a club with some friends she had met in her new home. Of course, the new home never felt like the old one. She missed Iggy’s laugh that was way too loud and the face Mickey made when he was annoyed which was pretty much all of the time. Music was blaring around her, but her focus was on the man in front of her. He was hunched over, sporting a bloody nose. Mandy Milkovich knew how to fight back. He had been persistent after she had said no, and she was more than 7 beers in and some kind of fruity girly drink that made her head spin.
“Oh shit..”
She stumbled a few steps away from him, her head spinning as she does so. A hand comes up to push through her black hair, it had used to be blonde but the upkeep of it was fairly expensive so she had let it go. Her breathing was hard, her hand stained with the blood from his nose. Kenyatta had made her a victim, and she wasn’t about to go there again. She feels a hand on her shoulder, spinning around with eyes of fury she’d ready to strike again.
“MICKEY?!”
She shouts over the music, her eyes softening although shock is rippling through her. She throws her arms around her brother, head still spinning from the alcohol. Relief floods through at seeing him standing in front of her. “How did you find me?”
