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013 - realisation on one's feelings

FIONA, KODI AND VERONICA
stumbled down the street, wasted and breathless with laughter, still in their ridiculous get-ups from Veronica’s hen night.

Veronica wore her bridal headpiece crooked over one ear, Fiona’s devil horns kept slipping off her head, and Kodi fluttered her battered angel wings, giggling uncontrollably.

“Alright—are you ready? Ohhh, me chuff!” Veronica snorted, stopping mid-step.

“Oh, come on, V!” Fiona barked through a laugh, grabbing her arm.

“Let’s go!” Kodi chimed in, and all three dissolved into another fit of laughter as they staggered up to the Gallagher house.

Inside, the house was dark and quiet except for their footsteps and giggles echoing up the stairs.

“Where we sleeping?” Veronica mumbled, clutching the bannister.

“Dad’s bed’s free,” Fiona offered.

“Bugger off!” Kodi quipped immediately, which sent the girls into another round of howling laughter, barely able to keep themselves upright as they climbed.

“You can always kip in with me,” Fiona teased.

“As long as you keep your hands to yourself—me or Kodi,” Veronica shot back.

“Wait—me or Veronica? I’m confused!” Kodi laughed as she tripped over the top stair. “Ow, fuck!”

“You fucking muppet,” Veronica cackled, bending over as tears of laughter ran down her face.

“Lip’s bed’s free, Kodi,” Fiona added with a wink, still giggling as she half-fell up the last few steps.

“Shhh! Shit!” she hissed between chuckles when her foot hit the wall with a thud.

“You better wrap his willy!” Veronica called after her.

“Don’t wanna be Auntie Fiona!”

The two collapsed into Fiona’s bed in another fit of hysterical laughter, arms linked.

“You think they’re gonna bang?” Veronica asked, her mascara smudged halfway to her cheek.

“Will soon find out, won’t we?”

“Nearly wet meself.”

“I just did.”

Meanwhile, Kodi stood hesitantly outside Lip and Ian’s bedroom door, swaying slightly. Should she? Shouldn’t she? Fiona and Veronica were already in Fiona’s room, which left… Frank’s room. Ugh. Gross.

Alright, Kodi Ball. You’ve got this. Just walk in there.

But instead of walking gracefully, she tripped over the doorframe and crashed onto the floor with a loud thud.

“OW, fuck!” she groaned dramatically, cracking up at herself, which made Lip and Ian, still awake, smirk despite themselves.

“Don’t laugh! It’s not funny—I think I’ve got a concussion. I’m seeing stars,” she said, pressing a hand to her forehead like a Shakespearean heroine.

Ian gave Lip a look and nodded.

“Come on, Giggles,” Lip sighed, throwing his covers off. “Let’s sober you up, alright?”

“You got this,” Ian muttered as Lip helped her up.

“You’re really pretty,” she slurred, gazing up at him, and Lip couldn’t help the tiny smirk tugging at his mouth. Even wasted, she was adorable.