"What’s that ‘spose to be?"
Debbie turns quickly to see Mickey slouching against the door frame. “Why do you care?”
Mickey shrugs, taking another step into her room, glancing around. “Just askin’. Everybody else has fucked off somewhere.” He peers over her shoulder. “‘Virginity countdown?’” he reads.
Debbie nods. “Yupp. My boyfriend won’t have sex with me until I’m sixteen.”
"How the fuck old is he?"
She eyes him. “Twenty-one.”
Mickey huffs and plops down on her squeaky bed. “Why the fuck you tryin’ to grow up so fast anyways?”
"Why do you care?" Debbie asks again, getting more annoyed.
"I don’t. How old are you, twelve?"
"Thirteen," Debbie shoots back defensively. "And a half."
"Damn, kid. I’d give my left nut to be thirteen again."
Debbie leans back, wrapping her arms around her knees. “How old were you when you, ya know..lost it?”
"You’re askin’ me how old I was the first time I fucked some chick?"
Mickey shrugs. “About your age, I guess.”
"See!" Debbie cries, throwing up her hands. "Everyone’s done it but me."
"So what? Where the fuck’s it say you gotta be like everybody else?"
Debbie rests her chin on her folded arms and lifts a shoulder.
Mickey rolls his eyes and slides down onto the floor, across from her. “If I tell ya something, don’t think it’s ‘cause you’re special or some shit. I’m just tellin’ ya because you’re Gallagher’s sister.”
"You mean Ian?"
"Yeah, whatever. Look. Me losin’ it at thirteen didn’t mean shit."
“‘Cause. I ain’t even into chicks anyways. Thought it would turn me straight. And guess the fuck what? It didn’t.”
"So why’d you do it?"
"Because everyone said I should." He gives Debbie a pointed look before awkwardly patting her knee and getting to his feet.
Mickey turns on his heel. “Yeah?”
Debbie grins up at him. “Thanks.”
Mickey smirks for a second before sauntering down the hall. He calls back, “just don’t get used to it.”
Because no one’s telling Debbie to chill out and enjoy being a kid, so obviously Mickey’s the one that needs to do it.