Shameless, Reckless Love (GirlxGirl)

First Off: Meet the Gallaghers

You know that sweet little neighborhood with the perfect white two-story homes; where each has its own garden with trimmed grass. A woman wears her big sun hat as she watches her lovely husband mow the lawn in the front yard. And then there's the two girls making friendship bracelets with daises while the father across the street is teaching his three year old how to ride a bike. Oh, and what about the ice cream man pulling up his truck to give the kids sweets. Know that neighborhood? Yeah, neither do the Gallaghers.

Ok, so here's reality. A dirty street on the south side of Chicago is where we lay our dysfunctional scene. Instead of perfect two-story white houses, there's dull colored, run-down homes with the roof barely hanging in there. And that woman with the sun hat is really a 50 year old slob who is threatening her cheating husband with a shotgun. Those two girls don't have daises, but they're on the street arguing over which one of them is some hustler's baby mama. The guy across from them has no kid, and is actually an adult predator who is trying to convince some ladies to give them $10 for a pop. Let's not forget about that ice cream truck guy, right? Yeah, he's actually selling cocaine to teens. Whatever you know about a peaceful, sweet, suburban town, forget about all of it because it's got shit to do with the people who live on this end.

In the heart of the town there lives the Gallagher family. 6 kids roam that house, and they're as jacked up as the rest of the neighborhood. But, the Gallaghers stick around. They forever endure.

One of the Gallagher sisters walks toward her house, backpack hanging on her shoulder and she's got a cigarette lit between her teeth. Another girl begins running up behind her.

"Hey! Hey! Lib!" the girl calls out. It takes a while for Lib Gallagher to turn around, knowing exactly which dumbass the voice belongs to. 

"Whaddup, Wendy?" Lib answers, cigarette still hanging between her lips.

"Don't "whaddup" me! I needed that freakin' exploratory paper yesterday. You better have it today, or no dope!" Wendy warned. She was a lot taller than Lib, but Lib couldn't help but mess with her anyways, despite the fact that she could easily be pulverized.

"Calm your tits, it's in my bag." Lib finally tells her. Lib swings her bag around and hands stapled papers toward Wendy. Wendy searches through the papers, and her face suddenly gets paler than it usually is.

"What the fuck? "Finding the Differences between 50 Types of Tobacco Ash"?"

"It's a good paper. Worked my ass off." Lib replies, blowing smoke in Wendy's direction.

"Are you shittin' me? Andrews is never going to take this." Wendy says, squeezing the papers in her fist.

"You're probably right. He'll never believe you wrote this. You probably don't even understand the first sentence." Lib chuckles.

"You fox-faced dipshit! You set me up! Thanks to you, I'm staying back for the 8th time!" Wendy begins to pace, and then smirks unbelievably. "Everyone told me not to go to the neighborhood skank for anything, but a screw." Wendy looks through the papers again. "You're such a dumbass, Gallagher. What the fuck is this word: "a-bye-unhz"?"

"It's pronounced "abeyance", fuck you very much." Lib replies. Barely getting the chance to mock Wendy's stupidity, Wendy instantly punches Lib in the stomach. Lib holds herself and kneels down. Unable to defend herself, Lib then gets punched in the cheekbone, and Wendy pushes her so that Lib is flat on the ground. Wendy runs back home, and Lib is left groaning on the sidewalk.

Finally finding the inner strength to lift herself up, Lib stands and sees a black Altima swerve toward the front of the house. Lib's brother, Fabian, stumbles out the passenger side. He's wearing a white shirt, shoes, and khakis, but has his belt and wrinkled jacket in his hands. The passenger side window slides down, and a sweaty blonde woman looks like a hot tamale as she yells at Fabian.