❝ my family are so fucked up. i love them ❞
hannah gallagher, the middle child.
a spit fire, a smart ass and god damn loyal.
as long as she doesn't turn out like her parents, she doesn't care.
she's just trying not to get herself killed.
❝ fuck the...
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Debbie held up the laptop, trying to get a bar, Hannah lifting her for a height advantage.
"You got anything?" Hannah asked the girl with a small grunt, as there was a consistent knock at the front door, Fiona answering it.
Debbie shook her head, "I've only got one bar."
The door slammed shut, "Where's my damn toaster? Huh? Who borrows a toaster?" Kevin cried as he walked to the kitchen in nothing but his dressing gown, seeing Carl trying to melt his Superman action figure to his Iron-Man action figure, "Yo, yo, yo, Destructo, that's my toaster."
"I'm trying to make Melted Man." Carl said, his focus on his project.
"Yeah, well, use a blowtorch like a normal kid," Kevin said, lifting the boy out of the chair and sitting down in the now vacant seat, determined to have his toast, "Fi, some flower delivery guy was looking for your address." He told her, holding out the beautiful bouquet to the girl.
"They're from him. Toss them." Fiona sat, nodding her head over to where Steve was standing, chucking the flowers in the trash.
"No, they're not," Steve shook his head, "Nope."
"Yes. Four bars. Thank you, Beaver327." Debbie grinned as Hannah put her down and sat at the counter.
"When the fuck did you get here?" Hannah asked, looking Steve up and down as there was a knock on the back door, "And why?" She chuckled, opening the door to see a smiling Elodie.
"Thought you might wanna walk to school together." Elodie smiled.
"Sure. Keep your coat on, it's fucking freezing in here," Hannah nodded, letting the girl into the chaotic house, "Want some cereal with watered down milk?"
Elodie smirked, reaching into her back, "Mom made you a bagel this morning." She said, holding th tupperware box out to Hannah.
The girl took it with a raised eyebrow, "She doesn't know-?"
"No," Elodie quickly shook her head, "I just told her we were walking together. She loves you and she loves to cook. Win-win."
"Tell Sally thanks." Hannah grinned, opening the box and beginning to devour her breakfast
"Back for more abuse," Lip commented as he entered the kitchen, raiding the fridge, "You're like a boomerang."
