𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇|𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

Joey laid on her back, her feet propped up on Ian's lap as she smoked a joint. Lip finally agreed that she was old enough to start so he started supplying her with cigarettes and joints. Speaking of Lip, he was currently in Joeys room trying to put Liam to sleep.

"Liam is finally asleep." Lip informed, walking back inside his room and closing the door.

"That was fast." Ian replied.

"Yeah well, three pages from Deb's Eat Pray Love and he's out."

"I had to do a book report on that shit and I almost died of boredom," Joey mentioned, taking a hit of her joint before passing it to Lip. "James Franco was hot in the movie though."

"Right?" Ian agreed.

"Hey, you two got any cash you can float me? Florence and the Machine are playing down at the Chicago theater. I wanna take Karen for her birthday." Lip said, Joey letting out a scoff and rolling her eyes.

"Fuck no."

"Pricey gift. Things getting serious?" Ian questioned.

"Fuck off. She's my best friend. Okay? You know I never spend that kind of cash on a girl anyway."

"No shit," Joey replied. "Still not giving you any money."

"Please?"

Joey groaned and threw her head back, before digging in her pocket and pulling out five bucks. Normally if this was just one of her friends she still would've said no, but Lip was family. So she had no choice but to look out and take care of family. Lip ruffled her hair and sent her a grin as Ian pulled money out of his pocket as well.

Liam started crying once more, and the three siblings did rock paper scissors to see who would be the one to put him to sleep. Unfortunately Joey lost, so she groaned before sending her two brothers the finger and walking out of the room.

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"Joey! Jakob! Look! This is my baby boy, Jonah." Ethel exclaimed, pulling the two teens into the house so they could see the baby. When Kevin called claiming how Ethel had something she wanted to show Joey, she didn't really know what to expect. But a baby was definitely not it.

"Aw, he's so cute." Jakob gushed before turning towards Joey with the biggest "WTF" looks in the history of "WTF" looks. Joey just shrugged and started to tickle Jonahs stomach. This situation was just sick at this point. Ethel was thirteen, and here she was having a son and whole ass husband. But she must really seem to love Jonah, so who the hell was Joey to judge?

"It's unfortunate my husband Clyde is sick so he can't take care of him," Ethel began to explain. "Have you two started trying yet?"

"What?" Joey replied, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"For a baby of course!"

Jakob and Joey shared a look, their faces painted with horror. They wanted to laugh in Ethel's face, call her insane for even thinking that was a good thing to say. But if they did that Ethel would probably find it offensive which is what Joey didn't want.

"No, we didn't. We're not even together." Jakob mentioned. Joey decided to play along and pretend to gag at the thought of her kissing Jakob's smooth, never chapped, always grinning lips. Oh god, what the hell was she doing?

The sound of a phone ringing caused Joey to roll her eyes and pull the object out of her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Joey! My girl, where are you right now?"

"Frank? Why the hell are you calling?"

"Why the hell is Frank calling you?" Jakob repeated the words Joey said almost a few moments ago.