Being a Gallgher isn't easy, especially not for Ian's twin Alyssa Gallagher who lives on the southside with her many sibling and alcoholic father who drops in and out whenever he pleases.
Then there's the emotionless asshole who Alyssa just can't s...
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I got Debbie to help me search my old room for any information about the twins after I was cornered in the bathroom by two army asswipes. Apparently, Ian and Aly had stolen a fucking helicopter, if they didn't have the possibility of going to prison, I'd be proud.
"What kind of clues we looking for?" Debbie asking, frowning as she rummaged through Alyssa's drawers. "A friend of theirs we didn't know about, an address, anything really," I shrugged, flipping through Ian's army leaflet.
"What's-?" Debbie puzzled and I looked up to see her holding a small, pink, silicone bullet. My eyes widened, "Uhh, Debs, I wouldn't..." I tried to warn her but she pressed the button and it buzzed to life. Debbie stared at it, "What is this?"
"Uhhh..." I faltered, chuckling slightly. "Is it like a massager thing?" She wondered before turning it off making me sigh. "Sure, Debs," I nodded.
She stood and walked over to me, "They really stole a helicopter? Doesn't sound like something they'd do..." Debbie sighed as she began to help me with Ian's stuff. "You're worried?" Debbie asked.
"Yeah," I hung my head, throwing down Ian's leaflet, "Yeah, you know it would be nice to find them before the army does," I explained with a nod.
"Well, I can help look for them after school tomorrow," Debbie offered, looking over to me. I thought before nodding to her, "Yeah, it would be great if you could talk to Mandy."
"You don't want to?" Debbie moved to my side and took a seat on Ian's bed. She sighed, "She's mad at you, isn't she?" Debbie pressed when I didn't answer.
"Yeah, we reconnected and things got complicated..." I told her, resting my elbows on my knees. "Did you have sex?" Debbie asked causing me to stare at her.
"What?" I chuckled. Debbie shook her head, "You don't have to tell me," she said with pursed lips.
I shrugged, "Yeah, but, you know it was no big deal," I said. Debbie frowned, "If it wasn't sex then what was the problem?" She wondered.
I looked at her, "Everything else..."
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I watched Debbie walk out of the Milkovich house and jog down the porch steps and over to where I was standing waiting. "Anything?" I checked.
"Yeah, she said we should ask Ian's old boyfriend," Debbie explained as we began walking side by side, "Someone with grey hair..."
"Jimmy's dad," I stated. Debbie furrowed her brows in confusion, "He crawled into my bed once," I informed her, "Poked me with a full chub."
"Wait, you mean Ned?" Debbie questioned. "Yeah, Ned," I reached into my pocket for my phone. "Wait, so Jimmy's dad was Ian's boyfriend?" Debbie frowned.
