The Gallagher Twin || Shameless

3.4

"Oh...my...god." Grace muttered.

"I know. Please do not tell anyone this. I wasn't even aloud to tell you." Max whispered.

"I won't... I just can't  believe that Mr.Hawthorne murdered his own wife. I get why Jonathan didn't want to tell us." Grace whispered, stuffing a piece of pizza in her mouth.

Max nodded, and sat in silence for a minute, before saying, "Grace, can we talk about... what happened after our performance."

Grace abruptly looked up from her food. "W-what do you mean?" She stuttered.

"We almost kissed."

"Look, I was just nervous about John and... it didn't mean anything. I have a boyfriend..."

"Right... I get that." Max said, looking down.

***

Grace walked into the Gallaghers house, but was stopped by the image of Lips bloody face.

"Holy shit. What happened to your face Lip?" She asked.

"Fucking Milkovich's." Lip sighed.

"You've gotta be shitting me." Grace said sternly. "And why the hell is Mr.Perry here?"

"We got these from Imelda over at Holiday Inn." Debbie announced, walking inside with blow dryers. "It'll be a good way to stay warm." She shrugged. "Why is Mr.Perry here?"

"My question exactly." Grace rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Kev, it's me. Uh, can I borrow your car just for the night? I just need to..." Fiona began on the phone, before Frank took it from her.

"You won't need the car." Frank mumbled.

"How are we gonna get Ginger?" Fiona asked.

"She's dead." Frank said sternly.

"What?" 

"Who's dead?" Debbie asked.

"Aunt Ginger." Lip chimed in.

"No." Debbie whined.

"Debs, you never met her." Lip said.

"And now I never will." Debs frowned.

"Don't give me a hard time. I've been very upset about this. I'm in mourning." Frank stated.

"When did she die?" Fiona questioned.

"Hmm...twelve years ago." Frank stated. "I was trying to protect you all from the trauma."

"Most of us were like toddlers." Grace said.

"Shit." Fiona breathed.

"How do you think I feel? That woman was my heart and soul. She practically raised me." Frank said.

"Dad, you've been cashing her checks. That's a felony. We're living in her house. Was there even a will?" Fiona asked.

"You don't need a will if she's not technically dead." Frank said.

"Yes, she is technically dead, dad. Dead is dead. Just because you haven't told anybody that she's dead...doesn't make her not dead. Fuck." Fiona panicked. "What are  we gonna do now?" 

"Well..." Veronica began.

***

Lip, Ian, and Grace poke their heads out of their bedroom window, watching Mickey, who is in front of their house.

"Hey, Lip. How's your Lip?" Mickey yelled, as the trio jumped away from the window. "Yeah, I saw you up there. Tell your shithead brother we're waiting for him... and don't think I didn't see you up there Grace you little whore. How many guys have  you been with this year? I estimate about a hundred."

"That's it. I'm going after him, where's the bat?" Grace said through gritted teeth, before lunging at the door before getting pulled back by her brothers.

"Sorry your face got busted up." Ian said, letting go of Graces arm.

"It's ok." Lip said, lighting a cigarette and sitting on Carls bed.

"I didn't do anything to Mandy." Ian stated.

"Oh we know." Grace winked.

"Her brothers think you did." Lip stated.

"I mean, she tried to rape me, and I pushed her off, and now she's mad. Did you talk to her Grace? Tell her I didn't do it." Ian suggested, handing them each a beer.

"Can't. She won't listen to me. You need to handle this yourself." Grace said, patting him on the back.

"You're probably the first guy in her life who hasn't tried to jump her." Lip said.

"She started screaming and crying." Ian said.

"Maybe you should throw it in her, you know?" Lip suggested. "She'll call her brothers off."

"It doesn't work like that shit head." Grace rolled her eyes, throwing a pillow at him.

"Yeah. Yeah, and maybe, uh, you should throw it in Kash, right?" Ian said.

"Why, is he asking about me?" Lip asked.

"Yeah." Ian sighed, as Grace chuckled. "He's trying to go through all the Gallagher brothers."

"Cool." Lip said, as Ian laughed. "Eventually, you're gonna have to take the beat down for this, you know."

"Yeah." Ian sighed. "I know."

"Just try to talk to Mandy. Or just tell her... you're gay." Grace suggested, rubbing Ian's back.