only fools (fall for you) 》Lip Gallagher/OC

Pilot

If you ever asked Daniela how she would describe the neighborhood she lived in with two words, she would say 'charming' and a 'shit-hole'. Then she would argue the fact that she considers that to be two words instead of three because she threw a hyphen in there.

Her description wasn't wrong though, Canaryville, Chicago was indeed, a shit-hole.

Still, the South Side never failed to hold a little charm to it. Maybe it was the colorful hobos that lived on the streets or the way the community came together in great acts of scamming others to share the rewards.

Either way, this was where Daniela lived. This was home.

Letting out a groan at the sound of her alarm clock, the 16-year-old rolled onto her side. Clumsily reaching out a hand, she felt around for the off button.

"Stupid alarm," she hissed, finally opening her eyes and looking at the bare expanse that was her bedroom.

She stared at her small room with its lilac walls that her mom and dad had painted for her when she was five, the uneven brushwork making her mouth tilt up in a smile. The paint had started to chip and chunks had come off from where she had put up posters and pictures.

The walls were in dire need of a touch-up; something Daniela would totally be up for. She would have to ask her brother if he had any paint at the shop.

Pulling the covers off and standing up, she stretched, standing on her tip-toes and reaching out her hand to see if she could try and touch the roof. With her fingers inches away, Daniela relaxed and walked out into the bathroom. Doing the usual morning routine she made her way into the room adjacent.

The room was dark as the girl moved over to the window to let some light in. She turned back to the bed and looked at who was in there. The woman in front of her was sleeping peacefully. The girl's eyes traveled to the plastic pipe placed in her mother's throat as the sound of the machine beside her washed over the room.

Gently, the girl shook her awake.

"Mom. Time to get up, Jake is taking you to the hospital at 11 for your check-up." The woman in the bed finally stirred and looked at her daughter; light-brown eyes meeting hazel. Her mother went to open her mouth to talk when her daughter placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"None of that. Come on, I'll make breakfast." With that, Daniela walked out of the room and down the stairs through to the kitchen. Before she got there, she peeped out the window and rolled her eyes at what she saw, opening the door.

"Frank," she addressed in annoyance. The drunk had passed out on their front porch- again. Daniela kicked him lightly with her foot.

"Frank! Get your ass up. Wrong house." When the man still didn't stir the girl rolled her eyes. Heading inside, she filled up a cup of water before going back to him.

Unceremoniously, she tipped it on him, eliciting a loud groan from him.

"For fuck sakes, Daniela!" He cursed finally sitting up and looking at the girl standing above him. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop dumping water on me?"

"How many times do I have to tell you this is the wrong fucking house?" Retorted Daniela, placing an arm on her hip. "It's five more houses down Frank, Jesus how hard can it be?"

The man shakily got to his feet and waved a disapproving finger at her.

"Now, now. Do not use the Lord's name in vain," he slurred.

Scoffing, Daniela walked back inside. "Since when have you ever been religious Frank?"

Not waiting for a reply, she shut the door in his face.