"i'm in the corner watching you kiss her,
i'm right over here, why can't you see me?
i'm giving it my all, i'm not the girl you're taking home,
i'll keep dancing on my own."
fem!oc x lip gallagher
shameless seasons 1-11
SETHMERLOVER, 2024
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"gotta love these half-days," ian grinned, side by side with mandy on their walk home from school while addison and lip trailed closely behind.
"good thing the public school system is broke," mandy quipped, prompting a playful hitting contest between the faux couple.
"yeah, waste of time anyways, the only thing those people are equipped to teach is how to live with disappointment." lip muttered beside her, swinging the strap on his bag.
"you know, some people find it fulfilling." addison retorted, her tone tinged with irritation. she shifted her gaze away from lip, focusing instead on the road ahead as they walked.
lip shrugged, seemingly unfazed by her response. "sure, if you say so," he replied casually, his attention already drifting elsewhere.
addison frowned. she wished he took school more seriously. sure, he had the grades and potential to go far, but addison feared that his ego and south side pride might hinder his future at times.
"hey, wanna catch a movie tomorrow? brandy can sneak us in." mandy offered ian with a mischievous grin. "can't," he responded with a shake of the head. "gotta be at work by three."
"boo." mandy pouted playfully. lip glanced over at his brother, acknowledging the new jacket ian was sporting. "nice jacket that kash bought you by the way."
"thanks." ian replied with a smirk, adjusting the collar of the jacket. "i'll take it in the ass if kash will get me free stuff." mandy joked with her signature bluntness.
"hey!" an unfamiliar voice suddenly called out, causing all four of them to turn around in confusion. lip and ian instinctively moved to stand in front of the girls, "yeah i'm talking to you."
"yeah?" lip raised a brow, leading the conversation. the man eyed them skeptically before getting straight to the point, "you got a phone?" he asked.
"why, your truck break down?" lip inquired with a hint of sarcasm as he glanced back at his vehicle.
"no, genius," the man scoffed, "i like standing in a shitty neighborhood with my dick in my hands. look, i'm already two hours late on this load. i try to take one shortcut, this is what i get. my goddamn kid drained my phone playing doodle jump. my goddamn wife took my charger. listen, i'll give you five bucks, you let me use your phone. just-just one call."
lip and addison exchanged a quick glance, silently agreeing on their response. "oh-oh, we don't have a phone." he stated bluntly, his voice devoid of any sympathy.
"yeah, our dad says we're not allowed to have a one until we're eighteen," addison continued, wearing an apologetic frown.
"um, but you know what?" lip pointed in a vague direction. "there's a bar, i think, about ten blocks that way," he pointed in a direction behind them. "what's it called? uh, o'flaherty's. tell them your family's from county cork."
