southside trash [shameless]

• Chapter 28 • Surprise •

Sat up on the windowsill, I inhale the smoke from the spliff holding it for second before looking up and breathing it out. I pass the spliff to my twin brother right as Lip comes through the door into our bedroom.

"Liam is officially asleep," he whispers as he gently closes the door behind him.

"That was fast," I comment.

"Yeah, well three pages from Deb's Eat Pray Love and he's out," Lip responds at a normal volume now with a smirk, holding up the book.

Ian laughs, "eh, if James Franco weren't in the movie I would've nodded off too."

"Cheers to that," I chuckle, lifting my beer can to hit against Ian's.

Lip rolls his eyes in amusement at us while he takes a hit of the spliff. "Hey, either of you got any cash you can float me? Florence and the Machine are playing down at the Chicago Theatre. I wanna take Karen for her birthday."

"Pricey gift," I wiggle my eyebrows, "things getting serious?"

"Fuck off, she is my best friend," he retorts, "okay? You know I never spend that kind of cash on a girl anyway."

Ian sniggers, before reaching into his pocket, "alright. Well, I got a Hamilton. It's yours."

"Thanks, man," Lip smiles gratefully, taking the note.

I pull out a couple notes from the pocket of my jeans and place them in his hand, "make that two Hamiltons plus a Lincoln."

Lip grins, "thank-"

Liam begins crying across the hallway and we sigh, holding out our hands to place a game or rock paper scissors to see who has to go and sort him out.

"One, two, three," we all chant.  Lip goes scissors, Ian goes rock and I go paper.

"Well, shit," I snicker, "again?"

"One, two, three," we chant again. This time both Ian and I go scissors and Lip goes paper.

He huffs in annoyance while we laugh, before standing up and heading back out the room.

"Good luck," Ian smirks.

The next morning I get dressed and leave early, grabbing a slice of toast for breakfast, before heading over to the Milkovich house.  I knock on the door and don't get an answer so just push it open.  Walking inside I see Iggy passed out on the couch and flick his ear a couple times.

He finally shows signs of consciousness, "Em?"

"Is Mick in?" I ask

"Think so," he mumbles his eyes closing again, "did you just walk in?"

"Yeah," I shrug, "see you, Iggy."

"Bye, Em," he responds, snores soon sounding again.

I chuckle and roll my eyes before walking into Mickey's room without knocking.  Immediately I yank open the curtain, "wakey-wakey, bitch."