Bad Things; Lip Gallagher ♡[1]

Good morning to you too, Sunshine.

-Kirah-

A loud banging on the front door of my household is what woke me up from my deep sleep. "Fuck off," I moaned, turning over in my bed - I'm not a morning person.

Just as I had begun to drift off back to sleep the banging continued, accompanied by a loud voice, "Kirah!"

I moaned, realising that it was Lip here to fuck with my sleep and shoved my head into my pillow before making my way downstairs.

"Oh, Kirah!" He called in a sing-song voice, hitting the door. I heard his low laugh as I opened the door and he saw my messy hair. "You were still in bed. Why am I not surprised?"

"Fuck off, Lip."

He laughed and followed me inside, shutting the door behind me.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine," he smirked.

I looked at him and felt myself smile as I took in his dopey face. I ran my hands through my hair and yawned as he lit a cigarette.

He laughed lightly and took a couple of drags before saying, "you know that we have school in 15 minutes, right?"

I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "fuck off."

"I'm not kidding," he showed me the time. 7:45 am.

"Shit!" I ran upstairs to get my family out of bed. "I'll get Chlo, you get my Mom."

"Okay," nodded Lip, making his way over to my Mom's room.

"Chloe!" I called, walking into my 9-year-old sister's room and ripping the covers off of her. "Get up, we've got 15 minutes!" Chloe groaned and I rolled my eyes. "Up!"

"Fuck off, Kirah!"

In the end, I grabbed her and pulled her out of bed before throwing some clothes her way and going to check if Lip had gotten my Mom up.

I could hear him speaking to her softly, "Katie, it's time to get up."

There was a silence and I let myself in, "Mom, come on. You'll be late for work."

She made a noise that sounded something like, "no."

"Here," Lip said, passing me his cigarette. "I'll make you something to eat while you get ready, okay?"

"You're a lifesaver."

I smoked the rest of the cigarette before putting it in my Mom's ashtray and crawling into the bed to give her a hug from behind, "Mom?"

"Hm?"

"It's time to get up, now." I whispered, "we're late."

She copied my volume, "I don't want to, baby."

"Please, Mom?"

"I love you, baby," she smiled. "But I can't today, Kirah. I'm too tired."

"I love you too, Mom."

My chest felt heavy as I kissed her on the cheek and got out of the bed. She fell back to sleep almost instantly and I bit my lip, opening the curtains to let what little sunlight there was shine in. It was winter at the moment and, for as long as I can remember, my Mom has always gotten like this, mainly around this time of year. Sometimes she will sleep all day and then sometimes she'll get up and do what she has to do. Today, she was going to sleep.

I grabbed her phone and called in sick for her at work before going to get ready. I didn't usually take long to get ready anyway because I didn't feel the need to put on loads of makeup or style my hair perfectly, it was just school and I didn't want to add to the stress of spending the day in a prison with a load of shitheads. I like learning, I'm just shit at it and hate everything else about it. Lip, however, is smart and intellectual but he doesn't take school very seriously at all which means that he isn't living up to his full potential. He's my best friend, always has been, always will be, but he is an idiot for not thinking that he is worth no more than the South Side.