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Alanya

Alanya Milkovich bastard child of Terry and and a hooker. She comes to the Gallagher home looking for Mickey. They've never met and she's scared. Her guardian just died and she had nowhere to go. Someone told her in passing that Terry had a son named Mickey who was fucking a Gallagher. April 25 2022

ALANYA

I walk slowly down the sidewalk, I'm nervous. Extremely so. I see a faded blue house in the distance. That's where the Gallagher's live, apparently.

My feet crunch the snow as the house gets closer and closer. I'm almost at the gate now. What am I even gonna say to them? I push open the gate slowly and walk to the door.

I knock on the door three times softly, with only one knuckle hitting to door. I take a step back as I hear footsteps behind the door.

The door is quickly thrown open by a tall brunet girl. She looks at me in distain.

"Ya' what'da y'a want?" She seems quite defensive.

"I'm looking for Mickey Milkovich I heard he might be here." I said softly.

"No. He ain't here now scram! What eva' ya' want you ain't gonna get it here, now go!" She slammed the door in my face.

I stare at it in shock. What am I gonna do now? I grip the straps of my worn rucksack as I hangs on my back. I slowly turn and walk down the steps.

I know other people live here. Maybe one of them can help. Beside the steps is an open area exposed underneath the deck. I grab a blanket from my bag lay it down onto the snow, then push myself into the corner of the steps. I sit my bag gently beside me and prepare to wait an excruciatingly long time for someone else to arrive.

My eyes flutter and close slowly. The cold feels glorious, a freezing blanket surrounding me. I must have drifted off because when I awoke a was still at the stairs, only this time I could hear voices getting closer.

I open my eyes slowly. When they adjust to the light I see a group of kids waking to the gate. Now it never I guess.

They open the gate oblivious to me until they reach the stairs.

"Who the hell is that?" A short boy yelled.

"Carl, Debs go inside. I'll handle this." The two short kids run inside and the tall redhead approches me.

"Hi, um.. I'm sorry. I was um.. I was just looking for someone." My head lowers timidly. "His name is Mickey- Milkovich I was told I could find him here." I sigh and snake my head tears threatening to fall.

"I don't even know why I'm here I should just go." I grab my bag and shift to stand.

"No, it's okay. He's not here but you could wait I guess. He should be back soon." I look up at him.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, come on inside, get warmed up." He smiled at me gentility.

As I stood he put his hand behind my back, guiding me but not touching me. I walk the stairs slowly approaching the door for the second time today. I look up to him.

"Are you sure this is okay? The other girl wouldn't even talk to me."  I shake my head as I talk.

"Oh, you mean Fiona? Don't worry about her she just doesn't trust strangers." He smiled and lead me inside.