the Gallagher home had become somewhat of a hotel for you. at least that’s what Carl called it whenever he saw you coming over once again

you’re close friends with Debbie after being friends before you graduated, two years her senior, and volunteered to help with her baby Franny after she got pregnant at 15

in all honesty, the family doesn’t mind you coming over for a few nights as long as you pull your weight with chores and such.

but someone in particular liked your company, other than Debbie. thank goodness she hadn’t noticed.

noticed what, exactly?

the times where you couldn’t hang out because you were “working” and how Lip was conveniently out of the house at the same time. or how on days when Lip snuck back into the house flushed and disheveled, you somehow managed to get hickeys on your chest at school the next day.

if Debbie found out— you didn’t want to know what she would say, especially since she was entering some sort of rebellious phase against her siblings.

you stood in the kitchen, Franny in her high-chair as you stood washing the dishes. a hand suddenly snuck around your waist, someone’s chest against your back.

“you smell good” Lip said, his lips attaching to your neck.

“Lip! Debbie’s upstairs.” you scolded in a playful whisper.

“we’ve gotten away with it this long, she won’t notice, it’s fine. just five minutes, I need this” he hummed against your shoulder