(chapter 2) PILOT
❝you don't know us fiona!❞"REALLY? AN OLD LADY on the train?" fiona asks the oldest gallagher boys
"oh yeah, the doors were closing on her walker. lip barely got his foot in, in time to stop-" ian was explaining but was cut off by lip screaming "ow! jesus fiona" he yelps
"i can't remember whether that's good or bad." she says back to him
ian explained the whole thing to molly when they got home after being scolded by her. karen jackson was giving him a blow job when her dad caught them and chased them out of the house. lip jumped out of the second story window and busted his ankle.
"more likely you two jumped the turnstiles and he twisted it trying to outrun the transit cops." fiona exclaims accusingly
"whatever they did was clearly idiotic," molly chimes in
"thanks mel," lip replies sarcastically
"no. always elevate extremities," veronica scolds after walking in. "move before you give him a fucking embolism. you ok lip?"
"please don't touch it," he pleads
"okay. wiggle your toes" veronica tells lip. as he does it he grunts in pain. "go to my house, top of the freezer. two ice packs. second cupboard above the sink, iquid ibuprofen, freeze spray, ace bandages." veronica tells ian
"should we get it x-rayed?" fiona worriedly askes
"no, you'll be in the ER forever. for what? 'sub-metatarsal hematoma' tell us something we didn't know five hours ago. fuck off" she replies "my bedroom, top of the TV"
"yeah," ian says
"pack of smokes and the lighter. okay." veronica tells him
right as he starts walking out someone pound on the front door
"shit! i'm not here, i'm not here!" lip shouts hiding under the blanket
"you don't know us fiona" ian shoves molly out of the way to go hide under the bed
"for fucks sake guys" molly sighs
"oh what have you done? what have you done!?" she yells angrily before walking out being followed by gabby and carl.
since fiona hadn't returned upstairs yet they decided to go down. molly was helping lip limp down the stairs
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Fanfiction𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄 - 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭 MOLLY THROPE has grown up in the one and only southside in chicago. the only thing keeping her life from being insanely shitty are t...