Thin •Lip Gallagher•

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Rose woke up with a pain in her neck. She fell asleep in the bathtub and the water was freezing.
She lifted herself out of the water and examined her hands.
They looked like raisins.

Her finger tips were shriveled and you could see every detail. Rose stepped out of the tub and drained the water.

She wrapped a towel tightly around her body and walked out of the bathroom.

The wood floor was cold and smooth underneath her pruned toes.
Beads of water dropped off the ends of her hair and trailed down her back beneath her towel.

Her bedroom door creaked open and her wet footprints made a trail all the way to her bed.

She sat on the edge of her bed swinging her feet. She grabbed her phone from the top of her bed and put on Mickey Avalon.

The music was loud and made her smile. She stood and grabbed her undergarments, dropping her towel to put them on.

Rose was unaware of the knocking on her window and didn't notice when someone entered her room.

Her back was turned towards him as she searched through her clothes. Once she grabbed her shirt and sweats she turned around.

A scream left her mouth immediately.

"What the fuck Lip!?"

"Don't be shy now, I've already seen it" he put his hands up.

"Fuck you" she rolled her eyes.

"You already did" Rose pushed him.

She slid on her pants and laid in bed, she pat the empty spot next to her.
Lip kicked off his boots and plopped on her bed.

"I didn't say break my bed" she stared at the wall.

"We can break it another way" she turned to him.

"If that an offer?"
He smirked and so did she.
Turning to look at him she flipped and jumped on top.

They both smashed their lips together and made out.

His hands traveled up and down her spine and she loved it.
He wasn't rough unless that's what she wanted, and it is.

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"You have a birthmark on your inner thigh" Lip spoke to her.

"I know" he kissed her neck.
Mickey Avalon's Tight Blue Jeans played quietly in the background.

"You wouldn't be able to point out which is the birth mark or hickey" he pointed to her legs.

"True" she laughed and grabbed a cigarette.

Holding the pack to him.
Her room always smelled like cigarettes and peaches.
It was messy with clothes spread around the floor and pillows from her bed.

Her dresser drawers were open and shoes piled at the end of her bed.
Records were balanced on top of a coffee machine she had in her room.
"Your rooms a mess."
She snorted loudly and rolled on top of him again.