The Gallagher Twin || Shameless

1.3

"I'm not kidding, Steve, you are dead if he ever lays eyes on you. And I mean dead." Fiona said, cleaning the house. 

"I nearly peed myself when you hit him. Well, I did a little." Veronica laughed, wiping the blood off Steve's head.

Carl, Lip, Grace, and Debbie walked downstairs.

"Hey." They all greeted Steve.

"How many of you guys live here?" He asked, noticing the 4 children who just walked downstairs.

"Not me, I'm one down. But the guy next door died in March... which technically makes us next-door neighbors." Veronica stated.

"You're a nurse?" Steve questioned.

"Used to be."

"Lying bitch." Fiona chuckled.

"She worked housekeeping at Cook County. Bedpans and shit sheets." Lip said.

"Fine... But I was offered a place in the nursing school."

"Fine, but it never happened." 

"They fired her for selling medical supplies on eBay," Grace noted.

"Shut up. We don't even know him." 

"Steve." He said, shaking hands with Carl.

"Carl."

"Lip." 

"Grace." 

"Debbie." Fiona gestured towards the redheaded little girl.

"How are you doing Debbie?" Steve asked. 

"Nice watch," Debbie said, nodding towards the watch on the table.

"Thanks. Panerai."

"What'd that set you back about, six bills?"

"Plus Ian," Fiona said, noticing Ian walking downstairs.

"Hey," Steve said.

"Oh, also I got a call from the school. Detention you two. Really?" Fiona said angrily, looking at the twins.

"Our bad." Grace, smirked.

"No, I don't want to hear a word from you, you didn't even go." 

Grace shrugged.

"You remind me, of me when I was in high school," Steve said, gesturing towards the red-headed teen.

"How so?" 

"I've gotten detention more than I could count in high school, and I ditched all the time."

"Sounds about accurate." Grace nodded.

"Hey, Debbie, why do they call him Lip?" Steve asked Debbie.

"His real name is Phillip," Fiona responded.

"Yo, Veronica. You got my keys?" Kev asked, coming into the home uninvited.

"What's going on here?" He asked.

"This is Steve. Decked the bouncer at Purgatory to defend my honor." Veronica said sternly. 

"Pfft. My honor." Fiona butted in.

"Yeah? Which bouncer?" Kev said, jealously.

"Jimmy Clifton." Fiona leaned in.

"Jimmy Cl-? Well, Jesus, man, put it there. Respect." Kev said, offering Steve a hand to shake.

"Guy just stands there. Doesn't do any-" 

"Yeah, you'll be his third conviction. Third or fourth. Fourth, yeah. I mean after that much practice... you'd think the man would have manslaughter down by now. No more fuck-ups like leaving his dad breathing." Kev interrupted, sitting next to Lip, as Fiona grabbed a beer from Carls's mouth.

"His dad?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. Five years over an '87 Monte Carlo with 200,000 miles on the odometer. A fucking Monte Carlo."

"Okay, time for bed. Up the wooden hill." Fiona suggested.

"It's not even midnight." Carl groaned.

"Oh, man." Debbie pouted.

"Night losers," Grace said, hugging Kev, and grabbing Debbie on her shoulders.

"Move, move, move. Come on." Fiona said, pushing Carl up the stairs.

"Let me just take one last look at you while you're still alive. Ha-Ha!" Kev laughed, looking at Steve.

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Oops. Short chapter. There's gonna be a couple more short chapters ahead just fyi. It's a trust-the-process type situation.

gif is mommy Emmy rossum

~grace