Thin •Lip Gallagher•

09

I truly, never thought, I'd wake up in the embrace of Lip Gallagher.
My best friends brother. The guy who always made a bad situation my fault.
My face felt like cement had dried on it. I sighed and curled up and tried going back to sleep.
Lip stirred in his sleep and mumbled unaodioable things. He rolled over one laid on top of my body. Not even in a good way. His sweaty back was pushed against my cheek. I giggled softly, even though he's basically squishing the life out of me.

I started pinching his back and arm lightly.
It was really funny to watch him get all sleep defense mood. When I wasn't messing with him during the time though, he looked peaceful.
Just kidding I can't even see his fucking face, only his sweaty back.
"Liiip."
No response.
"Get off of me."
No response.
I try to push him off of me but failed to do so.
I can see it now. This is the way I die.

Now you see I didn't die this way. Unfortunately I did lay there for about 20 minutes before he woke up.

"Um, morning ?"
"Morning."
"Get off of me please?"
"Um maybe."
"Please."
He sighs and rolls over.
" Hey Lip?" I say laying on my back looking at the ceiling.
"Yeah?"
"You're a really great friend."
"Same to you."
"Except when you are laying on me."
We both laugh lightly. I turned in my side and admired Lips face as the sun light it up, just like the moon light front last night.

"I'm gonna go find Ian." I spoke sitting up still covered in blankets.
"Okay." Sliding off the top bed to the floor I walk out the door and down the steps.
There is no one in the living room so most likely not here or in the kitchen.
As I walked in no one was there.
Going to the fridge I open it and grab a water bottle.
My stomach grumbles begging for food. Much to its disappointment I chug the water instead. Yet it ceased to stop.
I sign and go in a cabinet and grab the loaf of bread. I take a piece and tear it in small parts.
I put it in two separate piles and take the smaller one throwing the rest away.
I eat the torn up bread as someone enters the kitchen. During around I see Lip.

"Hey you're eating. That's good right ?"

I fake smile at him and nod.
After I finish the bread I sit in a chair at the table for a minute before standing up.
"Gotta piss."
He nods taking a cereal bowl from the cabinet.
I walk up the stairs and turn down to the bathroom.
I walk in closing and locking the door. I lift up the toilet seat and do what I do.
What I can't stop doing. What I hate doing to myself.
I hear a knock at the door.
"What the fuck are you doing in there?"
I jump up as quickly as I can and flush the toilet and quickly began washing my hands.
" I was shiting. " I say after a second .
"Bull fucking shit Rose."

Why is it always Lip fucking Gallagher finding me, catching me, talking to me. Why him.

A/N
I'd like to say this is shit and I know but thats okay I can always go back and fix it.