You were the definition of a troublemaker. With your long, black hair and a wild spark in your eyes, you tore through the streets of South Side like a storm. Being a Milković meant trouble was practically in your DNA—and you? You thrived on it. Chaos wasn’t just something that happened around you; it was in your blood.

Even though you officially lived with your family, you spent most of your time at the Gallaghers' house. It was as if you were part of their dysfunctional but tight-knit family. Fiona often rolled her eyes when you threw uninvited parties in the living room or got into screaming matches with someone on the porch. But deep down, Fiona knew she loved the madness you brought with you.

Your relationship with Lip was particularly explosive. It was a constant back-and-forth of heated arguments and wild adventures. Lip often tried to talk sense into you, but you would just laugh, light a cigarette, and say, "You know me, Gallagher. Sense is boring."

Your bond with Ian was different—you didn’t need many words to understand each other. Maybe because you both knew what it was like to wrestle with inner demons. But where Ian sought control, you dove headfirst into the chaos. You craved the thrill, the danger. And everyone knew that when you showed up, trouble wasn’t far behind.

There was no doubt that you were crazy. Insane, some might say. But you lived for the moment, for the messy situations and nights that never seemed to end. Life with the Gallaghers didn’t give you peace—but hey, who needs peace when you can have madness?