At Last [Lip Gallagher]

Chapter 18:

I unlocked the door and stepped in, closing it behind me. Walking down the hall and into the kitchen. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I pulled up Fiona's number and pressed call.

"Hey." She greeted once she answered.

"Hey." I greeted back, my voice coming out quietly.

"Everything okay?" She asked.

"Is it alright if I stay from work for a couple days?" I asked nervously.

"Alright, you gotta tell me what's up." She said.

I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair.

"I, uh, I have family problems and have to leave for a couple days, is that alright?" I asked.

"Yeah. I guess." She sighed.

"Thanks. I owe you." I smiled.

"Yeah, yeah." She said. 

I hung up and started packing while shooting Scott a text that I was gonna text him when I was on the way. Once I was done packing, I decided to head over to the Gallaghers to make sure it was actually fine with Fiona. When I got there, I snuck past Frank, Monica, Etta, Debbie, and Liam and headed upstairs to Fiona's room. She looked up once she noticed I was there.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I came to make sure that it was actually fine with you if I left and you weren't just saying that." I smiled.

"It's fine." She smiled back. 

The sound of footsteps made turn to see Lip walking up. His eyes met mine and I stepped away from the door as he stepped up to it.

"Hey, um, I thought you should know your old lady's downstairs eating cat food." Lip told Fiona.

Fiona sighed and got up off the bed. She stopped when she noticed the bag in his hands and looked up at him.

"Are you drinking?" She asked.

He reached into the bag and pulled yarn out.

"Yarn?" Fiona questioned.

"Yeah, I'm taking up knitting." Lip said.

It got quiet and they looked at each other. 

"All right." Fiona said, moving past us. 

She disappeared downstairs and I turned at the feeling of eyes on me to see Lip looking at me,

"What?" I asked.

"What did that paper say?" He asked.

"What paper?" I questioned.

It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about. I shook my and looked down, blushing a little. 

"What?" Lip asked, a slight amount of amusement in his voice.

I shrugged. "I'll think about telling you, okay?" 

He looked at me and I turned to walk back downstairs.

"Can we hang out some time?" He asked, making me stop.

I turned to look at him. "What?"

"We've never really hung out before." He said.

"Lip, when was the last time you remember hanging out with me?" I asked, stepping closer to him. 

He looked at me unsure. "Uh..." 

My heart dropped, realizing he probably didn't remember it. As my mind flashed to the day and night before I felt, a feeling of disappointment rushed through me.