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 had to skip my shower this morning, the hooker Carl had renting Frank's old room having used up all the hot water. Even then, it didn't make her smell better.
Lip was still lying in his bed when I left our room, Fiona, as usual, was rushing around the hall. I muttered a 'morning' to her and jogged downstairs to the kitchen.
My day kicked off by Debbie wandering into the kitchen asking, "Where can I get knives and blunts?" I met my twin's eyes in a confused gaze, he was pouring coffee.
"Alley behind the OTB. Ask for Raoul," Ian told her, "But bring a rag, sometimes he doesn't wipe the blood off the blade." I shot him a scolding glare and looked to my sister, "Why do you want knives and blunts anyway?" I wondered.
She grinned widely, "Little Hank's interests." Right. Carl's new friend who would most likely end up in juvie before the age of 14. "You got a crush?" I asked, chuckling and shaking my head.
"It's love. I can feel it," She stated, her face straight showing she was serious. I pursed my plump lips and nodded, "I see..."
Ian and I switched places as he headed to the table whilst I stood at the counter. I fished out a cereal box from a cupboard and found a bowl by the sink. "We've got no milk," Ian informed me before I could pour the cereal.
I groaned and put the box back. Then Fiona trotted down the stairs, full laundry basket in her arms, the problem was, the washing machine was already on.
"Carl's boarder, put in a load a couple minutes ago," Ian told her, Fiona sighed and dropped the basket on the floor. She turned her head towards me, "Lip up?"
I shook my head, "Nope."
He was really shaken up by the whole Karen being pregnant thing and the chance that it could be his or Frank's, or some other dude she was slumming it with during her time with Lip.
Fiona motioned with her head for Debbie to go and check on him.
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Later in the day, I was sitting in my room with Ian. Debbie barged in, red lipstick smeared over her lips and her eyes were circled with bright blue eyeshadow, her cheeks were flushed as she panted.
"You okay, Debs?" I asked, sitting up. "Make me look like you," She stated, my eyes narrowed. "Pretty, make me look pretty," She explained.
"Debs, you are pretty," I chuckled. She shook her head and whined, "I want to look pretty with makeup!" I sighing knowing I wasn't going to win this.
"Come on," I muttered, getting up from my bed. I ushered Debbie into the bathroom and pulled out my makeup bag.
Debbie sat on the toilet while I wiped off the makeup she had put on herself. I then knelt in front of her and began applying a small amount of dark eyeshadow and eyeliner around her eyes.
"Two things Fiona says are a waste of money, makeup and bras," Debbie huffed. I clicked my tongue, "Now that's because Fiona doesn't have big boobs, she doesn't know what it's like."
"Do you think I'll have big boobs?" Debbie wondered. "You shouldn't worry about that right now," I chuckled, smiling softly at her. I finished with her eyes and moved back to take a look, "You know, Debs, you have great eyes."
"Thanks, but eyes don't stop a teenage boy," she sighed as I started putting blush on her cheeks, "That's why I need boobs or some junk in the trunk." I shook my head, "Debs, you're eleven, why are you in such a rush?" I wondered.
"Stop. Now you sound like Fiona." I frowned, "Debs, you have plenty of time to be disappointed by men," I told her, now applying gloss on her lips. "Why does everyone else get to grow up but me?" she looked down.
"One day, you'll look back and wish it didn't happen so fast, trust me," I explained, wrinkling my nose. I smiled and grabbed a mirror, "Take a look," I held it up in front of her face.
Debbie grinned at her reflection, "This will get his attention?" she inquired. I cocked my head, "If it doesn't, he's not worth it."
Debbie squeezed my waist tight before she ran out of the bathroom and trotted down the stairs.
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When I walked back into the room, Ian was doing press-ups and Lip was sitting on Ian's bed smoking a joint.
"74,75,76,77..." Ian counted. "She'd rather play house with Keanu," Lip stated, I stepped over Ian and sat beside Lip. "Who?" I asked.
"Karen," Lip told me, I nodded, expecting the answer. "81, 82,83..." Ian continued. Lip glanced at him, "You hear what I said?"
"How many push-ups can you do?" Ian asked him, staring at the floor. "What right now? Lip wondered, "Stoned?"
Ian shook his head, "Your best day." Lip looked at me before shrugging, "I don't know, five, six," he told him. "How many miles?" Ian asked, getting up from the floor. "Depends, who's chasing me?"
"I can do a hundred push-ups at a time, run a six-minute mile and hit a freckle with an M16!" Ian snapped. Lip held out the joint, "Dude, you need this more than me." I knew something was up by the way Ian's forehead creased.
"You know what it means to have a war hero recommend you for west point?" Ian glared at Lip, nostrils flared and mouth downturned. "I told you, I'm working that angle. It takes time," Lip explained.
"No need," Ian stated, reaching to the desk to pick up an envelope and chucked it to Lip. "Wait, it worked?" I asked. "What, McNally brought this for you?" Lip looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Not me," Ian scoffed, "Congratulations," Ian walked out the room and into the bathroom. I whipped my head to look at Lip, "Are you serious? You know how much he wanted that!"
Lip's jaw dropped, "I didn't get a chance to mention him, all right?" He threw his arms up, "It's a misunderstanding, I'll find him tomorrow."
Ian stomped back into the room, "Don't worry about it." I found myself getting as mad as Ian, probably the twin thing. He came first.
Lip stood up and faced Ian, "Wait, you're really gonna be a baby about this?" he scoffed, "You're the only reason I was hanging out with that water boarder McNally!"
"He doesn't need your help, Lip," I muttered. Lip was blowing invisible steam from his ears, "Oh, well he should have told me that before I spent my summer trying to explain fucking trigonometry!" He yelled in Ian's face.
"I didn't even want you to do this," he continued. Ian shouted back, "Me and Aly will do it on our own now, okay?" He left the room again and back into the bathroom. Lip also left the room and turned to go down the stairs.
I followed them and stopped at the doorway. "Neither of you can do shit on your own," Lip muttered. "Fuck you, Lip!" I yelled.
He stopped on a step, Ian scoffed, "You can go back to your whore, who can't be sure if her kid is your son or your brother!"
Lip whizzed past me, rushing at Ian. He slammed him back into the sink and the fight started. It happened fast, grunting, swearing, kicking and punching. "Jesus, fucking stop it!" I cried, attempting to pull Lip back but I ended up being thrown back into the wall.
Somehow, Lip managed to shove Ian into the shower, it didn't take long for Ian to then pin Lip down, holding his head back, ready to smash his face into the side of the tub.
Ian hesitated and got up, my eyes darted between them. "I don't need you," Ian huffed, before walking out. I glanced at Lip and followed my twin.
