Finally, these fucking Gallaghers and their stamina. Mandy couldnât help herself but laugh at the collision. It wasnât a booming fit of laughter, but her chuckles moved her shoulders up and down at the very least.Thatâs what Ian got for trying to outrun a Milkovich, even though he seemed to remember jack shit. The amusement quickly left her when she got close enough .To hear the apology to the bicyclist and the choice words of the stranger.Mandy narrowed her eyes crouching down to grab a rock that she chucked in the direction of the cyclist. âDonât be fucking rude asshole! He said he was sorry!âShe shrieked out momentarily turning her attention to that stupid limp and that ugly as fuck bike if she had any say in it.
Mandy lets him talk balling her hands into tiny fists. The glare reserved for the cyclist reared its ugly murderous glare to her best friend instead. Of course she knew he was fucking gay. He had told her.. Then she gets the best idea of the night. She holds up a hand giving him the middle finger to try to silence his rambling towards the end. âAre you fucking telling me you ran into Justin Timberlake?â Of course she knew this wasnât the truth âwell hopefully not or else she would have to kick his ass for her brother. âAre you fucking seriously trying to find a dumbass excuse to break up with me ?First you go fucking on and on about fucking Justin Timberlake and now Amnesia?!â Mandy takes a few steps towards him. âOh donât lie to yourself. I bet if we were somewhere more private I could get your sexual attraction to come hither.â Mandy licked her upper lip suggestively. She almost cracked into laughter which would have given her scheme away.
She notices the scrape and turns her head to face down the pathway the biker took. Â The cold eyes of the girl rounding back to look up to Ian. âPlease donât tell me youâre going to start bitching about a little scratch now.â The roughness of her tone more playful than earlier. Â Part of Mandy wants to haul ass and find the biker to deliver a punch to their face. Only because she needed an avenue for her temper, and that sure as shit hadnât been sex in awhile. âI know your name. Iâve been calling you this entire time. Iâm Mandy.You were my first real boyfriend. Do you remember my brother?â Mandy asked bluntly to the point, her arms folding across her chest. âIâd hardly forget a dick like yours Gallagher or the hair.â She had no clue really about his dick persay, but this weird fucking interaction was highly amusing he. Â She acknowledges the scrape again with an upnod, âDo you want some whiskey to put on that? I got a flask in my jacket pocket.. Unless it fell out since you made me play fuck the police with you.â
âYour brother?â Ian echoed, furrowing his brow as he looked at the girl. Mandy. It was becoming harder and harder to remember things, now that the rain had disappeared and the mist was back. But that didnât stop Ian from staring down at the ground in concentration, trying to sort through his mind in attempt to extract some information about the girl in front of him. Boyfriend. Brother. Mandy.Â
Suddenly, a small piece of something clicked, and he raised his eyebrows, looking up at Mandy quickly. âMickey. Mickey is your brother. You -- weâre friends? Best friends.â He nodded a bit, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âBest friends, yeah. I canât really grasp at anything else, but --â He shrugged uselessly. âYouâre important as shit to me. I know that much.â
Ian clasped his hands together, grimacing a bit at the thought of Mickey. âIâve seen Mickey. Donât -- donât really remember him, though. Thereâs bits and pieces there. My heart remembers him fine. But my mind -- I dunno. Itâs hard. But fuck, enough about your brother. How much do you remember, Mands?â