❝ 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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"Here he comes," Mandy said, as she, Hannah and Ian stood, waiting for Mickey to be let out of juvie, "You know, you didn't have to come with me and Hannah." She told the older redhead.
"Bad neighbourhood." Ian shrugged, making Hannah scoff and let out a bark of laughter.
Mandy raised an eyebrow, "We live in a bad neighbourhood."
"Yeah, but we're related to the bad people in our bad neighbourhood." Ian said as Mickey approached them.
"The hell's he doing here?" Mickey nodded in the direction of Ian.
"Hey, Mick."
"He thought we needed protection." Mandy told him, gesturing between her and Hannah.
"Oh, yeah?" Mickey raised an eyebrow, hugging Mandy, "Trust me, you may think you know my sister, but you don't know my sister until you've fought my sister. Ain't that right carrottop?" The boy smirked, greeting Hannah with a high-five.
"I got in some good licks too."
"You ain't wrong," Mickey nodded, before looking back at Ian again, "They're protecting your ass."
"You smell like barbecue sauce." Mandy commented.
"Smell like what?" Mickey smirked, grabbing his sister's nipple.
"Oh, ow!" Mandy cried, shoving him off of her, "What did dad tell you?"
"Ow! Fuck the police?"
"No titty twisters now that I'm a C cup." Mandy growled, hitting him upside the head.
"Ow. C cup?" Mickey grabbed his head, "Bitch, you wish."
"He's got a point." Hannah muttered.
"Hey!" Mickey yelled at the officers across the yard, "Fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you." He called out, giving them all the finger.
"All right, Jesus," Ian chuckled, dragging the other three away, "Let's get out of here before they throw you back in."
Hannah glanced up at Mandy, "C cup? Really?"
Mandy scoffed, shoving the redhead, "Like you're one to talk."
"At least I'm not lying to myself."
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Hannah yawned as she walked down the stairs to the kitchen, kicking dirty laundry out of the way.
Ian smirked over at her, "Rough night?"
The girl ran a hand through her hair as she sifted through the washing machine to find a clean shirt, "Went to a club with Mandy's friends last night," She hummed, yanking out a tank top, "Didn't get back until four hours ago. Why the fuck was Liam not in mine and Debs' room?"
