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the next morning everyone was awake and eating breakfast at the table.
"mel, you need a ride?" jimmy asked me.
"sure if you have room in the car." i replied as he nodded.
i felt lip kiss my cheek and then we all got our lunch and lip grabbed his laser project and we got in the car and we were off to school.
when we got to school i was with lip as he worked on his project.
"i heard you and fiona talking last night, is she scared you're gonna knock me up?" i asked him.
"yeah, she doesn't want anymore gallagher mouths to feed." lip replied.
"i don't blame her, i don't want a baby anyways." i said as lip looked at me with a hurt expression.
"oh, my god. no, i meant i didn't want one now. i didn't mean that i never wanted one, of course i wanna have a baby with you someday." i told lip as he smiled and i saw mr. healy walk in.
mr. healy was our guidance counselor.
"what the hell is that." he asked lip.
"this? this is a helium neon laser. you know, i'm gonna perform lasix on near sighted neighborhood kids. fifty bucks a pop." lip replied.
"what are you doing this summer?" mr. healy asked him.
"probably pretty much what i did last summer. drink too much beer, smoke a lot of weed." lip replied.
"yeah, well, that ain't gonna work. you're gonna pad your resume for your college apps this summer. you're a poor kid from the south side. and you got a 4.6 and that's great, but you're gonna need a full ride. what's so goddamn funny?" mr. healy asked seeing what he said made lip laugh.
"no, it's just, um why does everyone think i'm going to college?" lip asked as mr. healy smacked him in the head with the book he was holding.
"dummy. you're going to college. and you're gonna graduate. and then get your masters and your doctorate. ana then you're gonna make a boatload of money." mr. healy said as lip starting filling down something but mr. healy turned the machine off.
"spend the summer padding this resume." mr. healy said as he went to walk away.
"doing what?" lip asked as mr. healy turned around.
"i don't give a shit. teach brain damaged kids how to make plastic explosives or the blind how to blow glass." mr. healy replied.
