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The following morning I rolled out of bed after I ended up staying with Lip. I walked out of the bedroom, noticing Fiona was just getting out of bed as well, Jimmy was laid out in her bed. She let out a frustrated sigh as she looked at him, then turned around to look at me, "Jimmy stayed?" I asked her.
"Yeah," She nodded, "Did you hear anything from Ian?" She quickly changed the subject, no longer wanting to talk about her adultery.
"No, nothing. You?"
"No," She said, then Lip walked out from his room, walking towards us. He peeked in at Jimmy in Fiona's room.
"You got this one?" He asked Fiona, she looked over her shoulder at Jimmy again, she nodded slowly.
"Yeah."
"Are you sure? I could beat him to death with a baseball bat, say I mistook him for an intruder."
"No, I'm good."
Lip shrugged, then I followed him downstairs to the kitchen, we both sat down at the table, "So," Lip said as he looked up from the table, "What are you going to do about Dean?" I guess seeing Jimmy reminded him that Dean was around.
"I told him to go home. Said that this Ian thing was going to be the only thing I'm worried about for a while..." I sighed softly, leaning back against the chair, "He left last night, no hard feelings or anything. Must like me a little bit," I chuckled softly, looking down at my hands that I had folded on my lap.
Sammi, who just always seems to be in the room, looked up from the food she was cooking, inserting herself into the conversation, as if it was her business, "And who's Dean?" She asked me.
"Old friend from high school," I explained vaguely, just trying to get her out of the conversation.
"An old friend you ran off to? Who you were sleeping with?"
"Sure, that's one way to put it."
"And he's the cute one that you showed up with yesterday when you came back?"
Lip let out a frustrated sigh as she kept asking me questions, "It's none of your business, Sammi," He said to her, "Leave her alone," Sammi put her hands up in surrender, looking back down at her pan to continue to cook her food, she flipped the egg that was sizzling on it.
Fiona came downstairs after a few minutes with Debbie and Carl, then we all started to each breakfast, "So, is Jimmy planning on moving in with you and Gus?" I joked with Fiona, she rolled her eyes at me.
But Debbie didn't really understand the joke, "What?" She asked Fiona.
And of course Sammi butt in again, "You guys are getting your own place?" She asked.
Fiona shook her head, "We haven't decided yet," She said, then she looked back towards me, as if Sammi would get the hint and stop talking to her.
"I know how important those early days of marriage are," Sammi didn't get the hint, "Figuring each other out, getting used to compromise," She continued to flip more eggs, which I didn't even understand why she was making so many, "More eggs, Carl, Chuckie?" She asked, once she noticed Chuckie finished his plate.
