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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We ended up outside of our house, sitting a car that Lip had. We were waiting for Monica and Roberta.
"Where'd you get the car?" Ian wondered, he sat in the passengers' seat. I was in the back, sitting forward to rest my elbows on the front seats. "Borrowed it from Steve, I've been working with him a bit," Lip replied.
Ian and I looked at him, "Doing what exactly?" Ian inquired. Lip looked down at his lap, a wide smirk spreading across his face. Ian scoffed.
"Well you better not let Fiona find out about it or she'll kill you," Ian warned. "And him..." I mumbled, half paying attention, half thinking about Mickey...again.
He wouldn't leave my brain.
Lip turned in his seat to look back at me, "You doin' okay?" I looked up at him, "Lot going on," I muttered. Lip nodded, facing forward again.
"Yeah. It's weird having Monica back," Lip stated. I slouched in my seat, "Yeah, that too." Ian and Lip looked back, "What? Something else?" Lip asked. I shrugged, "Hard to explain."
"Go for it," Ian told me, by the look on his face, I could guess he already partly knew. I sat up, "Fine, but if either of you shitheads judge me-"
"Swear we won't," Lip reassured. I took a breath.
"So, you know about when me and Mickey did it," They nodded, "Well, after that, it kept happening and we kept doing it... and I think I like him way more than I should. But then Kash caught us...then later, he shot Mickey and now Mickey's in juvie and he definitely doesn't like me back. So... yeah, I don't know."
They both stared at me, the whites of their eyes showing as their eyebrows raised, causing lines to appear on their foreheads. "Wow," Lip said. Ian looked at me, "Shit, you okay?"
I chuckled out a sigh, nodding slightly. "Here they come," Lip changed the subject, pointing to the house where Roberta and Monica who held Liam, were walking down the porch steps.
"I think I'm gonna go see him today," I admitted. "Who?" Lip wondered. I stared at him, "Mickey." Lip made an 'o' with his mouth, "He's in jail, awaiting sentencing," I explained.
Roberta's truck begins moving. Lip started up the engine and drove after them.
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The truck stopped outside a building, a DNA clinic. Lip parked on the other side of the road. Monica and Roberta took Liam inside the building.
We sat waiting for about 15 minutes before the three reappeared. Roberta was yelling, she looked mad. It must mean that Frank was actually Liam's father.
