southside trash [shameless]

• Chapter 20 • Wedding •

"Why would she do it in the first place?" V asks as we stumble down the street, back to our houses.

"Because she could!" I giggle.

"She was like one of those weird Chinese acrobats," Fiona whispers loudly.

"Uh no, those girls are all tiny and cute when they do it," Veronica shakes her head, before bursting out laughing, "she was like Pippi Longstocking kissing her own ass!"

We all laugh obnoxiously loud, but it only gets louder when we walk around the corner to see Frank dressed really weird with a huge afro wig on his head.

"Jesus," V looks at him in shock.

"Dad, what the hell happened to you?" I snigger.

"Cord was too long, I got three nuts," he answers, as if it explains anything, and keeps walking along.

Fiona, V and I all look at each other before bursting out laughing again. Frank holds up his middle finger behind him. We all eventually get home and into bed, just about. I don't even bother getting changed, aside from my jacket and shoes, and remove the clips from my hair.

When I wake up, I feel myself gagging and immediately make a beeline for the bathroom and throw up. I finally stop and groan, leaning my head on the toilet seat for second, before getting up and brushing my teeth to clear the horrible taste in my mouth. I hear talking downstairs, so I head down, still in my clothes from last night. Kev is sat on the sofa, Fiona on the armchair and Veronica is stood in her leopard print underwear with her hands on her hip, looking pissed off.

"I'm the maid of honour at your fake wedding, and I didn't even know you had a brother," Fiona furrows her eyebrows.

"There's a reason for that," Kev tells her tiredly.

"He busted out of prison?" Fiona asks.

"Last night," Kev nods.

"What was he in for?" I join in the conversation sitting next to Kev, who has dicks drawn in black marker all of his face, leaning on the arm of the sofa.

"Aggravated assault, larceny and arson," Veronica answers, pacing back and forth.

"Arson? Who you talking about?" Lip asks, making me turn around to see him coming down the stairs, with Lip written backwards on his forehead.

"V's brother," Fiona sits up on the back of the arm chair to be more at his height, and takes a sip of her coffee.

"Oh, is that like a sibling brother, or just a black-guy brother?" Lip raises an eyebrow, before sitting down beside me, and putting an arm around my shoulder.

"Remember the fire at Curves in the mall?" Veronica asks, picking up her dress from last night to put on, "that was him. He loves setting fire to things and he hates women, it was the perfect storm."