If there was one thing Lip hated more than Chicago, Illinois, it would probably be rich fucking entitled people. People not understanding how privileged they were with all their daddy’s and mommy’s money. People that would never understand poverty.

Yeah, he fucking hated them and that’s why he didn’t understand why he could tolerate you. It was probably the fact that you never bragged about your money, never made him feel like shit or the fact that your family was actually horrible.

And saying your family was horrible was a lot coming from someone as Lip Gallagher and his own dysfunctional family.

So yeah, you were a friend. A friend that had invited themselves — not that Lip cared much — at the Gallagher’s house for Christmas. Fiona, Ian and the kids seemed glad to see you; you had met them already a few months ago. Everything was chaotic in the house as decorations were hung up and food was finally made.

Yet, the warmth inside was one you had never felt before; it came from the people, from the love around as the family laughed and cared for each others. It almost made you tear up and Lip realized that, looking at you.

When you were done helping Fiona with some decorations, Lip dragged you to the empty kitchen with worry on his face. Even though you seemed to have fun, he still believed that Christmas would be better anywhere else.

“So uh— having fun? It’s chaotic, sorry. Christmas at your house is probably different and shit.” he rambled while scratching his cheek, looking at his family in the living room. It was perfect to you.