❝ 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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"You better not be falling asleep on me." Adam chuckled, looking away from the book in his hands to focus on the girl in his arms.
"Not my fault you're so boring." Hannah smirked, resting her head on his chest and looking up at the boy through her eyelashes.
The brunette let out a dramatic gasp, bringing his free hand up to his chest, "Me? Boring?"
"Okay, fine, not you," Hannah rolled her eyes, "Just Oscar Wilde."
"I seriously don't get how you can hate this book." Adam said, putting his battered copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray on the girl's bedside table.
"Because it's so boring," Hannah chuckled, "Though, it's not as bad as Beloved."
A small grin spread across Adam's face, "You know, I love that you hate one of my favourite books."
The redhead raised an eyebrow, "That makes literally no sense."
"Yes it does," Adam denied, "It's like the olive theory."
Hannah sat up with an amused smile on her face as she looked down at her boyfriend, "The olive theory?"
"Yeah," Adam nodded, also sitting up, "It's like, if you're in a couple and one of you likes olives and the other doesn't, then you're perfect for each other. You balance each other out."
Hannah's small smile grew as she started to lightly flush red, "You hate olives."
"And you love them." Adam grinned.
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Adam raised an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around his cold frame as Hannah closed the basement door behind him, "The hell is that?" He asked.
Hannah followed his gaze to the frozen pile of yellow snow just a foot to the left of them, "That would be Carl's handywork."
"You have two bathrooms. That doesn't make sense."
"Please," Hannah scoffed, taking his hand and leading him up the steps to the back porch, "You've met Carl. Nothing he ever does makes sense."
"Fair point." The boy nodded as they entered the kitchen.
Hannah froze as she watched her little sister stomp around the kitchen in her new high heels, "It's happening again," The redhead muttered, grabbing her boyfriend's arm, "I'm in the time machine and now Debbie's a hooker." She said, making the boy chuckle and wrap his free arm around her shoulders.
"Oh, you going clubbing?" Fiona asked the youngest Gallagher sister.
