Second Oldest ~ Shameless

Summer Loving

Gwen was getting ready to leave for her shift at the nightclub with Fiona and Veronica. After they both got dressed and did their hair, the two sisters walked out to the house where Debbie, Ethel, Carl and Liam were. The girls were licking their popsicles, Liam had his hand in his diaper, while Carl was playing with a lighter and an aerosol, using it like a makeshift flamethrower.

"Hey, Carl, knock it off!" Gwen scolded him as she and Fiona came down the stairs and saw Pete walk across the street towards them.

"Hey, babe." Pete said, softly as he and Gwen shared a quick peck on the lips and Carl said 'eww!' Making them both pull away and chuckle.

"I need my own room without Liam." Debbie told Fiona.

"Debbie, now's probably not the best time." Gene informed Debbie.

"We're late for work." Fiona added.

"Carl, quit it!" Fiona told Carl.

"Whoa! That's so cool!" Pete exclaimed, making Carl smirk.

"Pete thinks it's cool."

When Pete saw the look on his girlfriend's face, he quickly shook his head, "Heh... no I don't!" He laughed nervously.

"I can't share a room with someone in a constant state of arousal." Debbie continued, "I'm gonna be a woman soon."

"Hey, enough." Gwen was about to grab the lighter and aerosol from Carl when he wouldn't stop playing with it, but Pete grabbed it for her.

"Frank's been gone for months." Debbie informed, "you move into Frank's room, Lip takes yours, Ian and Carl share with Liam."

"Frank will be back." Fiona said, "In bed by midnight, no exceptions."

"Don't worry, Fi, I'll make sure there in bed by then." Pete assured her. Fiona nodded before walking away, Gwen kissed her boyfriend and said, "Thanks again. I'll see you later, love you."

"Love you, too." Pete called out as his girlfriend followed after Fiona. Once they were gone, Pete smirked and sat next to Carl on the porch steps and started to play with the makeshift flamethrower, making Carl laugh.

"Boys." Debbie rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

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At the nightclub, Gwen was taking orders from three men at one of the rowdy tables.

"Hello, boys, is there anything you'd like to drink?" Gwen asked.

"Two Rusty Nails, one Boilermaker and something tasty for a pretty girl like yourself." One of them said with a flirty smile, making Gwen roll her eyes at that.

"Thanks, but I'm not interested." Gwen said.

"Oh, come on, what can one drink hurt?" He complained, "You got a boyfriend? I'm sure he won't mind."

"As a matter a fact, I do have a boyfriend," Gwen pointed at her Peter neck tattoo, "and it's still a no. I'll go get your drinks." With that, Gwen walked away and towards Veronica at the bar at the same time as her sister.

"Okay, either he doesn't have a dick or the dick he does have does not function." Fiona complained, glancing over at the DJ.

"Got shot down?" Gwen asked, and Fiona nodded, "sorry to hear that, but don't take it personally, he probably can't hear to well with all the noise."

"Or maybe the five girls a night that give him their number give him more than their number and the man is just tired." Veronica suggested, making the Gallagher sisters chuckle.