❝ 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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"Late start," Fiona told her siblings as she entered the kitchen, "Sorry, you're on your own."
"We're out of peanut butter," Debbie told her, "Is Ian staying home again?"
"Yeah, says his stomach is still messed up," Fiona nodded, "Any more Pop-Tarts left?"
"Carl finished them. He ate three." Debbie said, glaring at her brother.
"I'm a growing boy." Carl shrugged.
"And then Hannah ate the other two." Debbie added, looking at the girl sat next to Carl.
Hannah shrugged, "They're yummy." She said, high-fiving Carl.
"Little bro-ski took a big-boy dump on the big-boy toilet," Jimmy cried as he entered the kitchen with Liam on his shoulders, the boy's siblings cheering for him, "Gonna celebrate by walking to the store for some wipes."
"And peanut butter. And Pop-Tarts. And tampons, sorry," Fiona added, "Make sure he wears a hat, it's getting cold."
Jimmy turned to the rest of the Gallaghers with a wide-eyed look as Fiona left, "Tampons."
"Bye, family." Fiona called.
"Bye, Fiona."
"Butch it up, dude." Lip chuckled.
"You're such a fucking guy." Hannah chuckled as she shook her head with an eyeroll, leaving to change into her uniform.
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"No, Xavier, Fiona wants me at family dinner." Hannah said, trying to pry the boy off of her.
"You can be a couple minutes late." Xavier hummed, kissing her neck.
"Yeah, but I don't want to." Hannah said through gritted teeth as she attempted to push him off her.
Xavier's hands latched onto the girl's upper arms, which were either side of her head, "Yeah, well, I want to. So we're going to."
"Xavier." Hannah whispered, fighting against his grasp.
"See, you want it." He said, his hand slithering down the front of her jeans.
The redhead let out a whimper, "Xavier, please."
"Just keep begging, baby." He whispered into her ear.
"No," Hannah said, hitting his chest as he unzipped her jeans, "Get the fuck off of me!" She cried, kneeing Xavier in the crotch and sending him backwards as he grabbed the area in pain. Hannah scrambled off the bed, panting as she looked down at him, "Get the fuck out of my house. Whatever this is with us, it's done." She told him before rushing upstairs.
