Fiona was absolutely no stranger to the heavens laughing at her. Hell, she believed herself to be their own personal joke after the dysfunctional life she was lumped in until you moved in two doors down. That sweet beam you'd shine on her life was living proof some God still loved her, but the hellish bit was that shitty boyfriend of yours.

He was once some guy you picked up and took home one night when clubbing with the brunette, but it cruelly developed into a relationship that wreaked you. Fiona would have to listen to him make pathetic attempts of pleasing you. She'd hear your arguments build up until two in the morning when you'd show up on the Gallagher doorstep, crying those gorgeous eyes of yours out; she'd give you hot tea for your swollen throat the next day. She was there for you, not him.

But like a constant torment on her life, you'd never notice the difference Fiona held in her eyes when looking at you across the room versus a sleezy guy wanting to hook up.

Ding ding. Knock knock. Two AM.

It was clockwork. Freely opening her door to give you access to the home, part of Miss Gallagher actually felt awful for secretly loving that sad look on your face. It only further proved your boyfriend wasn't good enough for you — not like her.

"I've already got a cup of tea waiting for you.. take a seat on the couch."