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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When we got home from the hospital, Ian and I went straight to our room, we didn't bother getting changed out of our clothes. Just flopped onto our beds and stared up. "I slept with an old guy." Ian had told me before he passed out. I wasn't far behind.
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The next morning, Fiona was making breakfast out of last nights untouched dinner. Me and my twin sat at the breakfast bar watching her, Liam was babbling in his high-chair. I heard footsteps and looked over to find Steve trotting downstairs.
"Kids still sleeping?" Fiona asked him, about 3am this morning, Carl and Debbie relocated to Fiona's room and slept there. "Uh, yeah," Steve nodded.
He wandered behind Fiona and looked over her shoulder, "Hmm, turkey and eggs?" he hummed. "With mashed potato pancakes and cranberry jelly," Fiona stated with a nod. Steve hummed again.
"You back to being a legal resident around here, Steve?" Ian asked. Fiona chuckled, "Jimmy," she stated, "His name's Jimmy now, Steve was just an alias he used to lie to me about who he really was," She explained.
I clicked my tongue, "Ohh, not cool, Jimmy-Steve," I smirked and shook my head at him. "Eggs?" Fiona wondered, looking between me and Ian. I nodded, "Please?" Fiona began putting eggs onto a sandwich.
"I changed my name cause I was stealing cars, I didn't want anyone to be able to track me down if things went south," Jimmy-Steve told us, he looked at Fiona, "It didn't have anything to do with you."
I raised my eyebrows, "Yeah..."
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To prove he was all in, Jimmy-Steve was taking us out to dinner with his family. It was a fancy and expensive restaurant. Debbie couldn't make it and Lip still wasn't staying with us so it was just me, Ian, Carl and Fiona.
We sat at a round table with Jimmy-Steve's mom and brother, his father still hadn't arrived yet. Carl was out of his seat and examining the lobsters, "Alyssa! Look!" he shouted, I looked up and saw him pick one up, "Aly, hey...rawr!"
I chuckled, "Very cool." Jimmy's mom picked up her wine, "Boys," she muttered with a small smile. "Sorry, we don't let him out of his cage very often," Fiona sighed, "Carl, get over here!"
"So, Jim, what have you been up to," His brother piped up, "Still finding new and creative ways to underachieve?" he asked smugly. Jimmy sighed, "Just travelling around south America till recently."
Carl slumped back into his seat beside me. "Are you still handling all the hemorrhoidectomies for dad?" Jimmy tilted his head at his brother, "Chip just joined dad's practice after his surgical residency," he told Fiona.
"So you get to cut into people?" Carl gawked at Jimmy-Steve's brother, "Awesome!" His brother looked at Fiona, "He take you skiing yet?" he wondered.
