IAN
It had been almost 9 months and Debbie was now only a few weeks away from giving birth. Mickey had stayed away from her, not wanting anything bad to happen, so I was making sure that Debbie was okay.
"Wow, Debs. You look like you're about to pop!" Lip smiled, kissing Debbie's cheek.
"Yep. I definitely am." Debbie smiled.
"Mickey and I are super excited about the twins, but Mickey is nervous so he's staying away from Debbie until the babies are born." I laughed as Frank busted through the front door, a beer in his house.
"I'm selling the house!" He yelled, confusing everyone.
"What house?" Debbie laughed.
"You know, I mean this house, the, uh...the Gallagher house. You know, if we fix it up a little bit, uh, we could make a nice profit. We'd each take our share, and, uh, you know, we could...get on with our lives." Frank drunkenly walked around the living room.
"Fuck that." I helped Debbie off the couch, watching as she waddled over to the kitchen to grab a drink.
"Good idea, but no way. You're not selling our house." Debbie hissed, pissed at Frank.
"I'm in." Lip sighed.
Within minutes, the Gallagher household was arguing about the house.
"It's not your house, it's mine!" Frank yelled, angering the rest of the family.
The rest of the day was spent arguing, so when everyone went to bed, the house was dead silent, and you could feel the anger.
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"So, um...things got a little bit heated yesterday, but now that we've all slept on it, I would like to reopen the discussion about fixing up the house to sell. Um...if we knocked out a couple walls, created a more open floor plan, we could add thirty grand to the sale price." Frank suggested, walking around the kitchen as we all made our own respective breakfast foods.
"Debs...what do you think?" Frank looked his pregnant daughter, smiling.
"Oh, Frank...well, I think you can take your open floor plan and lick my vagina." She hissed, pushing Frank's morning breath away from her.
"Gross." Mickey rolled his eyes as he sat at the table with two pieces of toast in front of him.
"Jesus fucking Christ, what is the big deal?" Lip was for some reason siding with Frank.
"I grew up here." Debbie argued.
"Yeah, we all grew up here. Maybe our kids can grow up someplace nicer." Lip got angry.
"Yeah, maybe somewhere Frank doesn't live." Lip smirked, before being hit in the head by Frank.
"It's a good idea. You are the only one who doesn't think so." Lip yelled at Debbie, who tried to stay calm, considering stress was bad for pregnancies.
"Well, you only think so because Frank thinks so." Debbie pointed to Frank who still seemed drunk.
"And Carl's too stupid to think anything at all." Debbie pointed to Carl who stood up.
"Hey, that's not true." Carl argued.
"Mickey and I have been saving up to get our own place." I admitted, Mickey getting out of his seat.
"When did that idea come?" Debbie asked, confused.
"Right when Fiona moved out." I spoke.
"Fiona got her own place. I should too." Debbie mocked Ian.
"That's bullshit. I don't just do things cause Fiona says." I rolled my eyes, Mickey laughing.
"Well, you sort of do, though." He laughed as he poured himself another cup of coffee.
"Fuck the both of you. I'm my own man." I moved away from Debbie, who was angrily mixing some pancake batter.
"Okay, big shit. Why don't you tell Lip and Frank you don't wanna sell the house, then?" Mickey looked at me.
"What the fuck?" I was about to hit Mickey, but Carl stopped me.
"Carl, we sell, we each get grand. Right? Maybe more, okay? You could get a sick bachelor pad for that." Frank looked at his son and smirked.
"Awesome." Carl nodded.
"You're gonna have to clean that bachelor pad and cook your own meals." Debbie smiled.
"Shit." Carl sighed.
"You'll be able to have sex without someone barging in and asking for deodorant." Lip smiled.
"But you'll have to pay your own bills." The apartment battle was now between Lip and Debbie, both trying to convince Carl.
"Look, you can do that online. It's easy." Lip smiled, trying to disprove Debbie's ideas.
"You think he can pay his own bills online? Carl doesn't know which remote turns the TV on." Debbie scoffed.
"Debbie, you can't just insult your way into getting what you want." I smiled.
"We just all hate Debbie." Carl laughed.
"All right, could we all just put our personal shit aside, right, calm the fuck down, and just have a rational discussion for once?" Frank yelled, calming down the situation.
"We have to pay for water?" Carl asked, confused.
"Yes, water costs money." Debbie rolled her eyes.
"Okay, how about we don't calm the fuck down, and we get up in Debbie's face, and we call her out for being the selfish brat that she is?" Frank rolled his eyes, clearly not wanting to continue this conversation.
"I could get a maid, right? I don't wanna have to clean the shit out of my own toilet." Carl smiled, acting like he was a genius.
"A maid's not gonna cook for you. You're gonna starve." Debbie smirked.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay! Everybody shut the fuck up, please. Let's just vote and be done with it. I vote sell." Frank spoke.
"I vote no." Debbie stood still, looking confused.
"Ian." Lip asked.
"I vote no." I admitted.
"Yes. Gallaghers, unite." Debbie smiled, looking like she was about to scream.
"You fucking kidding me?" Lip angrily looked at Ian.
"Oh, shut up." I rolled my eyes as Mickey left the room, not wanting to be involved, but he stopped.
"Carl?" Lip asked.
"Can I think about it?" Carl asked.
"Yes." Lip sighed.
"Debbie, did you just pee yourself?" Mickey looked at Debbie, who was trying to hold back a scream, but it didn't work.
"Shit! The twins!" I realised what was going on. Frank called Fiona, Lip called 911. Mickey and I helped Debbie sit down so that she would be in less pain.
Liam just watched the situation unfold.
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Always going to be him//Gallavich
RomanceIan had always struggled with the idea of finding someone who truly loved him- a soulmate. After many failed relationships, he comes across Mickey Milkovich. As a result of one night together, Ian realises that maybe finding love isn't as hard as h...
