The door creaked open like it didn’t wanted to anymore, and you stepped in, Bill trailing behind you with that lazy swagger, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, chewing gum like he owned the place.

The Gallagher house was… Well, the Gallagher house. Fiona was in the kitchen yelling at Debbie to do her homework, Carl was running past with a BB gun, Lip was sitting at the table with a cigarette and a beer, and Ian was trying to find clean socks from a random laundry pile. Frank was half-passed out on the couch with a can of beer balanced on his stomach.

The second Bill stepped in, all eyes snapped to him.

“Who the hell is this?” Fiona demanded, wiping her hands on a towel, already glaring.

Bill didn’t even flinched. Didn’t even looked at her. Just smirked, tilting his chin like he was above the whole circus. “Name’s Bill. Don’t worry, I’m housebroken.”

Carl, of course, lightened up instantly. “You got a BB gun?!”

Bill chuckled, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “Kid, I got better than that.”

“Great.” Fiona muttered, rolling her eyes. “Just what we need, another delinquent.”

Ian, after having found a pair of socks that didn't smelled too hard, looked at Bill up and down with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, red flag alert." Ian muttered.

"Yeah, gay alert." Bill retorted, looking at Ian up and down too, and Ian's mouth fell open, as much as Fiona's did when Bill said so.

"I mean, it's not that he's wrong...?" You tried to add, hoping it'd make Fiona glare less hard at Bill.

Lip leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing at Bill like he has already calculated every bad decision the guy has ever made. “Yeah, you look like trouble.”

“Funny." Bill shot back smoothly. “So do you.”

You were standing there, trying to act casual, but inside, you were screaming because you already knew Fiona was going to lecture you the second Bill left.

And of course, Bill didn’t made it easier. He threw himself on the couch right next to Frank, grabbed the beer can off Frank’s chest, and took a sip like he lived there. “Not bad.” He said, smirking at you. “Guess I’ll stick around.”

Fiona groaned. “Oh hell no.”

Frank woke up just enough to squint at Bill. “You drink? You steal? You lie?”

Bill raised his beer. “All of the above.”

Frank grinned. “You’ll fit right in.”