❝ 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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Hannah furrowed her eyebrows as she, Elodie and Adam walked back to the Gallagher house, seeing Carl, Lip and Debbie cutting up giant pieces of meet in the back yard.
"The fuck is going on here?" Hannah asked with a chuckle, hopping over the fence with ease, her friends doing the same, struggling.
"Stole it from a truck." Lip shrugged.
Hannah grinned as Debbie passed her an axe, "Cool."
"Also, Steve's gonna give you twenty bucks if you tell Fiona she can spend the night with him at a hotel." Her little sister said.
"Cool," Hannah nodded, turning to her friends, "You guys wanna stay the night?"
"Sure."
"Then grab an axe." The redhead grinned, her friends complying.
The back door then opened, Steve dragging out Fiona, asking, "You think you guys can survive one night without Fiona?"
"No!" Debbie cried with a frown, "Heh. Kidding." She chuckled.
"Sure." Cal nodded.
"Yeah, have a great time." Lip added.
"Get drunk, fuck a lot," Hannah shrugged, "Whatever you want."
Fiona rolled her eyes with a sigh, "Debs, go pick up Liam from Sheila's."
"No, wait. Debs, hold on." Steve stopped the girl from moving, following his girlfriend back inside.
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With all of the meat finally cut up, Lip, Debbie, Carl, Hannah, Elodie and Adam walked into the living room, which was covered in mail.
"What's all this?" Lip asked as they all took off their coats.
"Frank's bills," Fiona scoffed, looking through each one, "Six hundred and eighty dollars at Murphy's Liquor." She shook her head.
Lip picked one up, "Twelve hundred at the Windy Titty?"
Hannah cringed, "Gross."
"A grand to Big Lenny?" Debbie raised an eyebrow.
"Drug dealers take credit cards?" Carl asked.
"Among other things." Hannah hummed, taking the letter out of her younger sister's hand.
"He bought a 65-inch flat-screen?" Adam raised an eyebrow.
"Where the hell is that?" Lip asked.
"Wait, let me see those," Fiona said, everyone handing the bills over, "Unbelievable." She scoffed.
