you've slept over almost every night at the Gallagher house ever since you and lip started dating. you have a shitty life at home and even though the Gallagher house isn't perfect, it's become more of a home than yours. you've become close with everyone, and at this point you're practically their sibling. Fiona loves you; you're her little her. Debbie absolutely adores you and loves it when you play with her. Carl and Ian love it when you hang out with them and lip. and lip... lip loves you so much. (you're fifteen and he's sixteen)

it's a Friday night, and you're curled up in lips bed with him, both of you comfy and most of the kids already asleep. you're both drifting off into a comfy sleep, and lip flicks the light off when he notices you lightly snoring against his bare chest

you wake up the next morning, hearing Fiona telling Carl not to melt his doll and give it to Liam. when you've both woken up, lip chuckles lightly

"what?" you say, confused why he's laughing.

"nothing just--" he laughs again "did you know you sleep talk like fucking crazy when you're overtired?"

he chuckles and his big hand comes up to brush a strand of hair from your eyes

"last night you were full on telling me all about your nans dog" he laughs

"my nan doesn't have a dog.." you say, half amused half embarrassed that you sleep talked absolute nonsense