Thin •Lip Gallagher•

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Waking up is the worst part of the day.
Especially when you haven't eaten in two days. Roses' body ached as she sat up in Ian's bed.
Her stomach lurched and she felt the urge to vomit.
Jumping out of the bed she ran towards the bathroom and lifted the lid.
Stomach acid burned her throat.
Her hair getting stuck to her face by the wet puke.
Her eyes began to water.
She flushed the toilet and closed the bathroom door.
Steam soon filled the bathroom once Rose had started the shower.
She stripped out of her clothes and stepped under the shower head.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she began crying.
She was angry at herself, she didn't know how she let it get this far.
How she'd fallen so far into the cycle and couldn't stop.
It was something she didn't want.
Rose didn't want to be afraid to eat, she hated that she couldn't even eat a piece of bread without being disgusted by herself.
It's not something she wanted.

By this point she couldn't look into the mirror.
She couldn't decide.
Was she not thin enough, was she too thin?
Did it even matter to her?

She did this to herself right?
Or was it everyone else fault?
Surely couldn't be just hers, or was it?
It may have been the years of comments on her weight, or the way she saw herself when she looked into the mirror.
She knew this isn't what she intended when she started starving herself.
But it's lead up to this point.

If only she'd had a sense in her
telling her, don't do that, you're perfect.
Everything about you is perfect.

Your body is gorgeous, each curve, the shape or size didn't matter as long as you were happy.

She wasn't happy, that's what lead to it.
She didn't know why she had let her words get to her.
Why she believed them.
Why it hurt to look in the mirror.

She used to think once she lost enough weight it would get better.
She'd like to look at her figure.
Once the pounds dropped she still couldn't bear to look at herself.
Her sunken eyes and the thick hair growing on her arms.
Her throat burned and her head was constantly spinning.

Thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at the door.

"Yeah?!" She shouted over the water.

"I've gotta piss."
"It's not locked."

The knob made an almost inaudible noise and someone walked in.
"How long have you been up?"
"Not long Lip, why?"
"I heard you get out of bed this morning."

Rose rolled her eyes, of course he would be up. Why would She be able to do anything without him seeing or hearing.

"I felt sick, not sure why though".

"Are you hungry," he questioned.

"Lip, hun, I'm always hungry, we've covered this," She joked with him.
He chuckled, "that's not something to joke about."

"You're right, a lot of things aren't okay to joke about but we still joke about them".

He paused for a moment.
Then the toilet flushed the water instantly heated up.
Rose jumped at the sudden change.
"Jesus Christ Lip! Fuck that's hot!"
Rose turned the shower off and reached her arm out, "towel please".
He place one in her hand and She wrapped it around her body.
"I could've put my dick there ya know".
"What the fuck? No for real, what the fuck?"

He chuckled, "I'm just saying".
He laughed.

"Are you gonna leave yet?" Rose bent over and rung her hair out.

"Only if I can put my dick in your hand".
"If I can dig my nails into it?"
"Sounds hot".
"Get out please."
"Alright I'll leave" he extended the word leave.
The door opened then closed quickly.
"Philip I said to leave!"
"Fine alright," Rose rolled my eyes and pulled open the shower curtain.

Her eyes narrowly avoided looking at her reflection as she dried off.
She hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom so she wrapped the towel around her body and fast walked to the boys room.

She rummaged through her bag for undergarments and took Ian's clothes.

When she walked back to the bathroom someone was in it so she knocked.

"Yeah?"

"Lip hurry up I need to change."
She knew he didn't need to be in there as he had just used the restroom.

The toilet flushed and the door opened.
"Go ahead."
Rose walked into the bathroom only for the stench of rotten eggs to hit her.

"Phillip Gallagher you absolute prick!"
She fast paced out of there and walked to Debbie's room changing in there.

After walking out she walked through the house looking for Lip.
Nearing the kitchen she saw him and hit him lightly.

"You're fucking nasty."

"Says you" he countered.
"How so, I'd love it if you'd elaborate".

"I believe I once witnessed you sneeze a snot rocket in the fourth grade".

"Oh piss of, at least I never peed in the sandbox at the park".

"Okay but you said I wouldn't and I wasn't gonna let you think you were right."

"Fair point but what about the time you slammed your finger in a car for and your nail came off" she joked with him more.

"How was that me making it gross?"

"You refused to keep it covered and hung your nasty finger in my face every chance you got!"

"I only did it because you put dog food in my pancakes."

"Oh my, fair point" she chuckled.

"I'm going back to bed wanna come?"

"Only if I get to sleep with you" he winked at her.

"Only if we bring beers".
"Only if you suck-"
"I'll just lay with Ian."

He laughed and they both made their way up the stairs and back to bed.