❝ 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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"Are you sure you spelt it right?" Hannah asked from where she was peering over Lip's shoulder at the laptop.
"I think I know how to spell my own name, Han," The boy rolled his eyes, "I'm not an idiot."
"Hey!" Carl pouted as he left the bedroom, "It happens sometimes, okay?" He said, closing the door behind him.
His siblings rolled their eyes as there was a short knock on the door and Fiona entered the room, followed by Debbie.
"Stop downloading porn." The eldest sibling sang.
"Oops, busted." Lip hummed.
"Boobs." Hannah nodded.
"I need a sweater." Fiona told them.
Lip nodded over to the closet, "Help yourself."
"What are you guys doing?" Fiona asked the two gathered around the laptop.
"We're looking for homeboy's dad." Lip said.
"They're looking for homeboy's dad." Ian corrected from where he was lying on his bed, continuously throwing a ball into the air and catching,
"Jesus," Lip muttered, "There are a lot of Gallaghers."
"What kind of name is Humberto Gallagher?" Hannah asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey, Fiona, do you know any of Frank's brothers' names?" Lip asked.
"Shit, I have no idea." Fiona shook her head.
"You know if we've got an Uncle Dakary roaming around anywhere?" Hannah asked, staring at the laptop screen, "People who give their kids stupid names should be arrested."
"Oh, I think one of them's Wendell or something." Fiona shrugged.
"And that's why Grammy's in the clink." Hannah nodded.
"I suppose we could just start calling them all." Lip shrugged, glancing up at the sister behind him.
Hannah chuckled slightly, "Not with our phone bill."
"Why do you care, anyway?" Fiona asked.
"They just wish it was them that wasn't Frank's kid." Ian sighed.
"That is true." Hannah nodded, pointing over at her fellow redhead.
"Plus, you know, if we find Ian's real dad, you know, maybe he'll give us some cash," Lip shrugged, "Or we could report his name to the state and collect extra child support."
Ian rolled his eyes, cringing, "Then I'd have to hang out with the dude."
