08 {franks return & carls ass staring}

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AFTER THE GALLAGHERS THREW FRANK OFF OF A BRIDGE for ruining fiona's wedding, piper and the gallaghers have actually been better than before.

"sup, gallaghers without frank!" piper exclaims as she walks through the door of the gallaghers house. "how we doin? fi, you alright?"

"what's got you so bubbly?" fiona asks the younger, shorter girl.

"i actually have no clue," piper says, sitting on the couch. "where's carl? he told me to come over earlier."

"he's upstairs, he should be anyway," fiona says, sitting on a kitchen seat. "hey, pipe, what do you think about carl, yknow, dating wise?"

"why would i think anything about that kinda shit when he's my best friend?" piper says, not even coming off as rude.

"just wanted to know, sorry pipes, love ya." fiona says, making piper smile.

"love you fi," piper says before walking up the steps, knocking on carls door.

carl doesn't answer so piper opens it, making her immediately regret her decisions when she sees carl and dominique laying on his bed.. yknow.

"holy shit!" piper closes her eyes and shuts the door before running down the steps, falling over the last one.

"fuck, you alright pipes?" lip asks, almost choking on his coffee because of laughter.

"no i am not!" piper attempts in getting up again, still with her hand thrown over her eyes.
"shit!"

she tumbled over again, this time over mickeys shoes that were laying in the floor, "here's a thought pipes, take your hand off your eyes?"

"not a good time to do that," piper finally succeeds in getting up without falling. "bye lip, love you."

"love ya pipes, be careful," lip says before stoping piper as she walks out of the door. "come back over later and tell me what the fuck that was about, please?"

"yeah, yeah of course, bye lip." piper said, this time not as bubbly as when she walked in.

holy fuck, piper just witnessed her best friend having sex with dominique winslow?

"hey piper!" she heard a voice from behind her as she quickly walked away from the house the voice was coming from.

the only thing that threw her off was the way carl called her, 'piper'

he always called her pipes? what's up with that?

"piper! wait," carl shouted one more time, making piper take the chance to run down the street to her aunts house that recently moved in, delilah, she was sweet.

but she didn't make it in time, carl was right behind her.

"shit piper that took fore-" carl starts.

"well i didn't fucking ask you to chase after me, did i? no. so fuck off and find another chick to chase after, maybe i don't know.. dominique?" piper says, she was really upset about the whole name situation.

"woah, what's up with you piper?" carl asks. furrowing his eyebrows.

"nothing." piper responds before opening her door, trying to close it but being unsuccessful. "carl let go of my fucking door!"

"no, not until you tell me what's up with you?" carl says, opening the door fully and walking in.

"oh my god, you can't tell already? you! you've been calling me piper and not pipes, i walked in on you fucking dominique, since the wedding you've been.. different." piper explains, sighing.

"i'm sorry, i don't mean to be a dick, like actually, i'm sorry. about you walking in on that, about me calling you piper, i'm sorry for that.." carl replies, looking down at the shorter girl.

"yeah, it's whatever. my aunts gonna be home so, you might wanna ditch before she beats your ass," piper smiles.

"bye, pipes, love you," carl says, hugging the girl before leaving.

"love you, i'll be back over later." piper says, smiling.










PIPER LAID IN THE FLOOR next to lip and carl, talking about life.

"so, pipes, how is your aunt, delilah?" lip asks, smiling over at the girl.

"she's alright. not the best since her brother kind of died but she's been good," piper says as she smokes the cigarette lip gave her earlier. "still rich as fuck."

"and that old lady at the laundry mat?" carl asks, making piper slap his shoulder.

"she's not just some old lady, she's etta," piper says like it's obvious. "and i have no clue, i ain't seen her in a hot minute actually."

"fi's buying the place." carl blurts out, which he probably wasn't supposed to do.

piper fell asleep as they all watched different movies that played on the tv. she was laying on carls lap with her feet on lip.

"so carl, what do you think about pipes, dating wise?" lip asks, making carl smile.

"no clue, just think she's pretty and shit but at the moment i got something with dom." carl says.

"alright, whatever," lip lays his head on pipers stomach before carl lays his on the arm of the couch. "night pipers boyfriend."

"yo i am not?" carl says, making lip giggle. "i'm not!"

piper woke up to lip in the kitchen, carl still laying on the couch with her, no clue where debs is, and fiona and ian arguing about something.

oh, and kev, v, and svetlana were there.

"hey pip, how are you?" svetlana asks as the notices the girl wake up.

"fuck off," piper says as she walks to the bathroom, sighing.

"not very nice williams!" and he's back, frank fucking gallagher is back, once again.

this made the teenagers day even worse, having to deal with frank while her temper was short is not the best idea.

"frank? i thought we killed your ass?" piper says as she walks out of the bathroom, spotting carl sitting up and talking to v.

"not quite yet williams," frank says, leaving them all sighing. "can't get rid of me."

carl was now in the kitchen with piper, ian, and mickey.

piper reached up on top of the fridge to grab the cereal and her oversized t shirt raised up, revealing her short shorts.

"carl, i'm gonna beat your ass if i see you looking at pipers ass again, got it gallagher?" mickey says, making piper turn around quickly.

"what?" a confused piper asks.

"carl was looking at your ass pipes," mickey explains, making piper smile.

"i could really care less honestly," piper says, making carl smile.

and this is where mickey drew the line.

carl got up from his seat and walked over to piper, wrapping his arms around the girls waist.

"oh fuck no, gallagher you better run!" mickey said before chasing carl all the way around the house.

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