possible tw - forceful nudes
A FEW DAYS WENT BY and Billie hadn't heard a word from Carl. She woke up an hour earlier than usual to banging and commotion going on.
Immigration.
She quickly shot up from her bed, and threw on a shirt from the floor, same with her pants. She grabbed her phone and went out her window, closing it on the way out and texted Kev.
Kev
Me
Went out the window
Kev
Ok goood
Billie jumped from the roof and walked over to the Gallagher's.
"Morning all!" She yelled and shut the door.
"Morning." A couple people yelled back.
"Jesus is someone murdering the baby?" Billie asked as she walked into the kitchen, referencing to Franny.
"I don't know how long she can go for." Fiona said as she held a magazine and walked into the kitchen.
"What's that?" Billie asked.
"Wedding magazine." She replied.
"Why?" Billie asked as she poured herself a cup of orange juice.
"Me and Sean are getting married. Did Carl not tell you?" Fiona asked.
"No shit, really?" Billie said after taking a sip from her juice.
"Yeah. It's in a couple days. I told Carl to tell you that you're invited because I barely ever see you around here anymore." Fiona laughed.
"Yeah. Me and Carl haven't really talked much the past few days." Billie explained.
"Why?" Fiona asked.
"Don't know, ask him." Billie said finishing off her juice and putting the cup in the sink
"Franny stopped for like half an hour last night." Lip complained as he walked down the stairs. "I'm glad I moved back home. Wouldn't wanna miss this." Lip spoke sarcastically.
"Sounds like a hunger cry. Debs might not be producing enough milk. She might need to supplement with formula. Someone should tell her." Fiona said as she grabbed a mug.
"Not you?" Billie asked.
"It's none of my business. She's made that abundantly clear. She's not sleeping, eating, showering. I wish she'd let one of you just hold the baby." Fiona complained.
"Maybe she's got that postpartum thing. You know, when girls go feral in corners and gouge anyone's eyes out who get too close." Lip spoke.
"What are those things called, that guys wear at weddings? The flower things?" Fiona said making her way into the living room.
"Boutonnières." Billie told her.
"Lip and Ian get them, right?" She asked Sean.
"Yeah." Sean chuckled.
Billie and Lip started talking and eventually made their way into the living room as they talked about Frank being a deadbeat father.
"Done. I'll pay." Frank spoke referencing to the flowers.
"In money." Fiona told him.
"Cash. Dinero. Greenbacks." He listed.
"Well, you know, if you're catching up on dad shit, you can cover my tuition. Teach me how to ride a bike." Lip told Frank as he put Liams shoes on.
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eilish - carl gallagher
Fanfiction(PLEASE READ!!!) this story is discontinued thus far. i most likely won't come back to it but you never know. the writing is truely awful, none of it was drafted nor planned i just wrote as i went so if there are plot holes (they definitely is) jus...
