violet gallagher // shameless

33- jimmy-steve

the next morning i woke up in my bed and i turned to ian's bed, seeing it was empty.

i got up and put on a pair of jeans and a basic shirt i found in my shelf.

i walked downstairs, where ian sat at the breakfast bar and fiona cooking something.

"morning sunshine." she smiled.

"morning fi, morning ian."

"how are you feeling?" ian asked as i sat down next to him, pouring me some coffee in a cup.

"fine i guess." i was feeling way better than yesterday evening.

"morning." steve came downstairs.

"kids still sleeping?" fiona asked.

"uh, yeah."

fiona told him what she cooked for breakfast and handed me a plate full of it. i took a big bite of the mashed potato pancakes. hell they tasted good.

"you back being a legal resident around here, steve?" i asked.

"jimmy. his name's jimmy now. steve was just an alia's he used to lie to me 'bout who he really was." fiona explained. i raised my eyebrows.

"ooh, not cool, jimmy-steve." ian said and i giggled. steve, i mean jimmy, just watched us while pouring him some coffee.

"eggs?" fiona asked.

"to go." i said.

"i changed my name because i was stealing cars. i didn't want anyone to be able to track me down." jimmy-steve defended himself. "it didn't have anything to do with you."

"yeah." ian said while i put some ketchup on my egg-toast. then we got up and walked out.

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later that day fiona, carl, ian and me were invited for lunch by jimmys parents in a buffett restaurant. his dad was about to be late but jimmys brother and his girlfriend were there as well. she looked like a real bitch. but no offense.

we sat around a big round table, checking the menu while carl was looking at some lobster.

"fiona, violet, look. hey, rawr!" he said while looking at the lobster in his hand with a funny look on his face.

i giggled.

"boys." jimmys mom laughed after taking a sip of her wine.

"sorry, we don't let him out of his cage very often." fiona said and i giggled even more. i looked over to ian to see that he was smiling as well. "carl, get over here."

"so jim, what have you been up to? still finding new wnd creative ways to underarchive?" jimmys brother asked and his girlfriend smiled.

"traveling around south america recently. are you still handling all the hemorrhoidectomies for dad?" steve asked back as carl sat down between fiona and me. "chip just joined dad's practice after his surgical residency. following ok the great man's footsteps." jimmy went on. lmao.

"so you get to cut into people?" carl asked. ian and i looked at each other giggling. "awesome." carl smiled while holding up his knife.

then chip (what kind of name is that?) started to tell some story about jimmy when he was 17 taking a girl to a skiing trip or something. i think he tried to make jimmy look bad. jesus i am going to fuck that motherfucker up, i mean chip, not jimmy.

"with a name like chip, you'd think you'd wanna defy the stereotype." fiona said as she took her wineglass. oh shit she is about to eat chip up. ian looked interested in that argument too.