Lip had been watching you for a while. Okay, that sounded really fucking weird, but that's what he'd been doing. He was suspicious of you, incredibly so. One of the neighbours of the Gallaghers, you were a good friend of his family's, a good head on you, not doing any illegal shit or anything. There was not a single stain on your record and that in itself pissed him off. How the fuck did that work?

Your parents were normal too, and that also pissed him off like crazy. Like, god, live a little and do some weed or something. In your backyard, you had a swimming pool that the Gallaghers would borrow and use quite often, since according to your family—"It's all cool! Open to everyone,"—or some campy bullshit, or something.

He really needed to figure out what was up with you guys. Were you some mob family disgusing yourselves in the Southside?

Yeah, he didn't know.

It was another sweltering summer in Chicago, so, his family were plaguing yours and playing in your pool. Aka, Lip getting to investigate your family. Was it lowkey kind of creepy that he was snooping around your house? Yeah. Uh, yeah, definitely.

"Shit," he says, the moment he sees you standing in the doorway. Clearly, you'd come out of the pool, judging by your wet hair and bathing suit and everything. He flips the wallet he was holding around, shrugging his shoulders.

"What's your deal, huh, little miss girl next door?" Were you really as innocent and unassuming as everyone thought you were? No girl in their part of town was innocent, let's be real, so why would you be the first?