Being a Gallgher isn't easy, especially not for Ian's twin Alyssa Gallagher who lives on the southside with her many sibling and alcoholic father who drops in and out whenever he pleases.
Then there's the emotionless asshole who Alyssa just can't s...
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I stepped out of the shower the next morning. Thankful for a chance with still warm water. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and began dressing. I put on a pair of black jeans and a light pink hoodie. I took the towel off my head and put it on the radiator, letting my wet hair fall over my shoulders.
I skipped down the back stairs, seeing Lip and Ian on their knees and examining the water heater. "Showers free!" I yelled.
Debbie wandered into view, "Anyone wanna make cookies with me?" I walked past her and leant against the breakfast bar. "How much to replace it?" Fiona asked the boys. Ian got up and sat in his chair, a bowl of cereal in front of him.
"Uh, two bills, four new," Lip said, Fiona sighed. "Shit."
"How about pie? I can get started on the crust," Debbie tried again, I didn't know what was up with her today. "Go take your shower," Fiona told her. Debbie didn't listen, instead, she stomped into the kitchen and began opening cupboards, "I wanna make pie!"
I shook my head, sitting next to Ian. I reached out and took his spoon out his hand, I took a scoop of his fruit loops and stuck the spoon in my mouth. "Hey! Make your own!" He complained, I smiled and gave him his spoon back.
"You know what? Hand me the obits. Maybe we can scavenge a dead persons heater," He stood up and took the newspaper from Fiona, "Thank you." He sat at the table and began reading. "Oh, Mrs Dombrowski..."
"Oh, the uh shaky-neck lady?" Ian wondered. "I thought she drowned a couple years ago..." I added, tilting my head. "No. Mrs Goga had the shaky neck and drowned in her own vomit last Easter." Debbie corrected.
She was attempting to make pie but Fiona stopped her, "No pie! Get in the shower. I'm not saying it again." Debbie hopped off her stool and came over to the table. "Carl no!" Fiona snatched a chocolate bar out of Carl's grasp.
"I went to school with Kenny Dombrowski. Think he had a crush on me," Fiona shrugged. Lip threw the paper down, "Shh...the wakes this morning," He stands, "Let's go, up, up, up." He ushered me and Ian up.
"Can I come?" Debbie asked, jumping up and down. "Uhh no," Lip stated.
"Debbie, shower," I told her, taking another bite of Ian's cereal before following the boys out the door.
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Lip lead us to the woman's house where the wake was taking place. We were standing outside the house watching guests go inside.
"So we're just gonna wait out here?" Ian asked. "He's a chain-smoking pothead in a stress-inducing situation. He'll be out soon." Lip stated.
"And what exactly are we supposed to say?" I wondered. Lip looked at me, "I don't know. Just play it cool," he shrugged. "Play what cool?"
