southside trash [shameless]

• Chapter 4 • Steve •

"Hi there," I wave to them.

"Hey, Em, what you doing there?" Fiona laughs, as Lip steps back to let them in.

"Oh you know... hanging." I smirk. "I called Lip my fourth favourite brother."

"Hold on, fourth?!" He exclaims, awkwardly trying to look down at me, "I don't even make third?"

"Uh, no of course not," I say in a 'duh' tone, "that obviously reserved for Ian, it's a rule of twinship."

"Oh right," he says before letting me slide further down.

I scream again, but thankfully now my hands can reach the floor, so I steady myself with them. "Hey Lip, don't worry, you're my favourite older brother."

"Yeah cause Ian's a few minutes younger than you." He counters.

"Well, sorry Lip," I shrug awkwardly, considering my position, "sucks to suck."

He finally lets go of my legs and I fall, only able to slightly stable myself with my hands.

"Lip!" Fiona gasps, as she walks past into the kitchen, after taking the guy's bloody shirt,

"I'm fine, calm down." I chuckle slightly at her reaction, "so who's the pretty boy?"

"Steve," he smiles with a nod.

"Where you from, Steve?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, as I sit down on the sofa.

"Uh, Lake forest." He replies.

"No way, Lake Forest? Lake Forest is not in Chicago." Veronica stars laughing hysterically, as she sits Steve down on the floor, grabbing some cotton pads and some other medical shit.

"I'm not kidding Steve, you are dead if he ever lays eyes on you." Fiona says as she walks back in with a now damp shirt, clearly continuing their conversation from before they came in, "and I mean dead."

"I nearly wet myself when you hit him." V giggles, "well, I did a little."

Carl and Debbie suddenly walk down the stairs to join us, both now in their pyjamas, making me smile at the fact they actually did what they were told.

"Hey kiddos," I smile warmly at them and gesture for Carl to come over,

"Hi," Carl says before coming over and sitting on my knee.

"How many of you live here?" Steve asks confused as more of us Gallagher's emerge.

"Not me, I'm one door down." V tells him, "but the guy next door died in March which I guess technically makes us next-door neighbours."

"Wait so you're a nurse Veronica?" He asks, slightly looking up at her.

"Used to be." She answers.

"Lying bitch," I laugh.

"She worked housekeeping at Cook County." Lip elaborates with a smirk, "bedpans and shit sheets."