The Gallagher house was loud in its usual, chaotic way—someone arguing over the TV, someone else stealing food they didn’t buy, and the ever-present sound of life barely holding together. You were at the kitchen table with Fiona, bills spread out between you, a pen tucked behind her ear as she frowned at the numbers.

“Okay,” she said, tapping the paper, “if we pay the electric late, we can still make rent on time.”

You leaned closer. “Or we could split it and not get yelled at by the landlord or live in the dark.”

Fiona snorted. “Wow. Look at you, being all responsible.”

That was when Lip wandered in, took one look at the two of you hunched together, and smirked. “You guys wanna get matching rings now, or…?”

Fiona didn’t even look up. “Lip, if you don’t shut up, I’ll add your name to the electric bill.”

Ian followed him in, eyes flicking between you and Fiona. “No, seriously. You sound like my parents.” He paused. “Actually, scratch that. You sound like better parents.”

Debbie appeared behind them, arms crossed, grinning. “You’re always together. You argue like you’re married. You even finish each other’s sentences.”

“—Which is not a good thing,” Fiona cut in quickly, glancing at you.

Carl hopped onto a chair. “I give it six months before you start calling each other ‘babe’ unironically.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Fiona beat you to it. “We are not a couple.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Kev, passing by the door, added casually, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Fiona groaned, dropping her head back against the chair. “I hate all of you.”

But when you glanced at her, you noticed the corner of her mouth twitching, the faintest smile betraying her. She nudged your knee under the table. “Don’t get any ideas.”