Author's Note: This is rated M because Shameless is rated M. I just don't even know, this has been on my harddrive since I first discovered Shameless... which was a while ago, but I felt like I wanted to share it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Shameless.
Lip figured this hot summer day was going to be like all the others this summer. He would go out in the ice cream truck with Kev, head home and help Fiona with Liam until she heads off too work, eventually head over to Karen's to fuck her and insult Frank. That was until Carl came running into their room that morning and began tearing it apart for Ian's binoculars. It had been Ian who groaned the question of what their younger sibling thought he was doing. "Hot girl moving into Miss Macintosh house." Carl informed quickly as he found them and ran back out of the room. Ian let out a loud groan that finished waking Lip from his dazed state.
Lip looked at Ian who was glancing out the window, "little perv doesn't even know which neighbor is which. The truck is outside the Callahan's." Lip swung his legs over the edge of his bed and jumped down to the floor and joined his brother at the window.
"Did Mrs. Callahan finally kick it? I didn't see the house go up for sale." Lip asked as he looked seeing the moving truck outside, it was more than a self-service vehicle, whoever was moving had shelled out the money to actually hire a company to do it for them.
"I didn't see her show up in the obits." Ian said as he pushed past Lip and picked up a pair of pants off the floor to pull on. Lip watched catching the blonde hair of a slim young girl, that must be the girl Carl had mentioned. "We should go introduce ourselves and find out if they are going to be noisy or mind their own business." Ian had a point, Lip remembered the 'helpful' neighbor that almost got all of them sent to child protective services when they found Frank passed out under the tracks.
Ian walked out of their room pulling a tank top on as Lip grabbed his pair of shorts off the floor and pulled them on, feeling the pack of cigarettes he had left in the pocket of the shorts press against his leg. He grabbed a button up shirt off of the back of his desk chair and pulled it on as he also left the room and headed downstairs. Daycare was in full swing as he pulled a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth before working on the buttons of his shirt, making sure to step around the children who were watching Bambi for the tenth time this week. "Be back later Debs." He stated as he made his way to the door with Ian. Debbie didn't vocally respond as the boys left.
It was only after the door closed that Lip realized his lighter had fallen out of his pocket at some point yesterday, perhaps when he was kicking them off to be with Karen, or when he got home and took them off to go to sleep. Lip slid the cigarette behind his ear as he walked through the front gate. "Ian! Lip!" Kev announced from his front porch two houses over, he motioned for them to come over. In his hand was a pair of binoculars, "I took these from Carl, who was trying to climb Tony's tree to see if he could see in the upstairs window." Kev said handing them to Ian who rolled his eyes. "The whole neighborhood has been over there, trying to figure out if Annelise was moving back in or not." He said simply.
"Annelise?" Ian questioned.
"You mean old Mrs. Callahan's daughter, the one who is on husband number five and is loaded?" Lip asked Kev who nodded.
"Yeah, Frank already swung by there, I'm guessing with the way he went back to Sheila's its not Annelise moving back in with Mrs. Callahan." Kev noted as Veronica came out of the house.
"Kev, have you seen my..." She had started saying as she opened the door. "Good morning," she instead said as she saw the two boys. "Fiona?"
"Still sleeping." Ian answered.
"Damn, I hoped she'd seen my red heels." Veronica said pulling her robe tighter as she fully stepped out onto their porch. "Can you believe this? I didn't think people still actually hired people to move anymore."
"People with money do." Lip responded as he leaned on their fence.
Veronica's face told him stating the obvious was unnecessary with her. "People with money don't move here."
"Lip and I were about to just go introduce ourselves and probably drag a drooling Carl back home." Ian informed her. "If you wanted to come..." For a moment it looked like Kev was ready to jump at the opportunity to go check out the new neighbor but V's glare froze him in place.
"Kev has to get ready for his shift at the Alibi, right?"
"Right. See ya boys." With that Kevin and Veronica disappeared back into the house. Lip led the way as Ian and he made their way to the Callahan house. Which was about three houses down the road on the opposite side.
It was the girl who caught Lip's attention. "Please be careful, that has perfume in it." Her voice hanging in the air as she directed the movers, she looked to be about seventeen possibly a year younger, she was wearing some tiny denim shorts that if they were even an inch shorter would leave almost nothing to the imagination and a tank top that had been cut in half at some point in time that hung off her shoulder. She had blonde hair that was pulled in a haphazard pony tail. "Holy shit." Lip mumbled catching the attention of Ian who began to laugh at his brother's gaping jaw.
Ian's laughter drew the girls attention to them, over her eyes a reflective pair of sunglasses that made Lip question the color the lie behind them. "For fuck's sake," the girl mumbled. "Listen, I appreciate the welcome committee, by just about every fucking neighbor" She began as she crossed over to the pair of them who stood at the corner of her chain link fence, "but unless you have brought me something to smoke I would prefer you just to fuck off." She said as she leaned against the fence in front of them. Lip was still taken a back by her approaching figure, taking in every inch and trying to memorize the details.
"Well you are definitely related old lady Callahan, she's one of the only old women I know who can use fuck that many times in a sentence." Ian said with a smile, that brought one to the lips of the girl as well. "Ian Gallagher."
"How many of there are you Gallaghers? I already had to deal with an old pervert and a pint sized pervert. Let me guess you'll also offer to help carry a box up to my room, so you can try to find my panty drawer." The girl said as the moving men seemed to carry on entering and exiting the house with different size boxes.
"That was our brother Carl," Ian began.
"Dropped on his head too many time to learn manners?" She finished, Lip was impressed by her quick wit. "So what are you just going to stare or something?" She asked suggestively towards Lip who realized he hadn't said a word at this point.
Lip produced his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered it too her and for a moment he thought he caught a genuine smile out of the girl "Don't have a light though." Lip said simply, he was surprised when she took the pack from his hand and pushed up her sunglasses with the other. Revealing her stormy blue eyes that hid behind the reflective lenses.
"Well if you did you would be perfect and that isn't allowed now is it." She said pulling one of the loose cigarettes out of the carton and putting it to her lips. Holding it there delicately before handing the pack back to him. "Thanks," she said leaning off the fence for the first time and reaching into the shorts pocket, Lip wasn't actually sure that she could have fit a lighting in the pockets of what passed as her shorts but when she produced a small blue bic lighter he was sure he had found his next conquest. She lit the cigarette and proceeded to hand him the lighter as she nodded towards him, the cigarette behind his ear, he had almost forgotten. He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear and took the lighter from her hand just as a loud crash came from inside the house.
"Oh for fucks sake!" She yelled before marching off into the house to see the cause of the noise, Lip sparred no thought as he watched her walk away and made it a point to make it clearly obvious.
Ian laughing as he did so, to which Lip didn't care. More shouts and cursing came from inside the house and Ian decided it best they disappear, a Gallagher should never be present when something that could get the cops called happened. They had enough trouble with law enforcement, in Ian's opinion.
Lip lit the cigarette that hung out of his mouth with her lighter before pocketing it and walking away with his brother. "I can't blame Carl for trying to find her underwear." Lip said taking a drag off of the cigarette.
"Are you kidding? She probably doesn't wear any." Ian said simply as they crossed the road. "You realize you just pocketed her lighter right? That to replace the one you lost at Karen's?" Ian said trying to subtly remind his brother that even though Ian didn't like Karen, Lip did.
"I'll just have to return it later." Lip said with a cheeky grin.
"Maybe get her name too while you're at it, that way you have a name to jerk off too." Ian said laughing as they walked up to the steps of the house, Lip sitting down on the stairs allowing Ian to walk in by himself, Lip watched the moving men continue their ant like behavior, and made his plan for later that evening.
Lip filled his lungs with the marijuana smoke before passing the blunt to Kev, who sat in the back of the ice cream truck with him, it was almost closing time for the two of them so why not enjoy the moment, in his hand the blue bic he had pocketed from Mrs. Callahan's granddaughter the afternoon before, he had sat on his porch for a while, watching as neighbor's came and went all trying to figure out who had moved into the house.
"So V heard from Tony that Old Lady Callahan's only got about six months left, that's why her granddaughter's moving in. You know Tony had to deliver some homemade bullshit from his mother and those she-devils." Kev spoke through the cloud of smoke he exhaled.
"Did you happen to get her name?" Lip asked eyeing the blue bic in his hand, the corner of his lips pulling up into a smirk.
"Sarah? Sierra? Something with an S, not sure. Ian said you were drooling over her, thought you would have caught it." Kev smirked before leaning onto his knees to get closer to Lip. "Are you going to finally give up Karen?"
"Why not both?" Lip asked leaning back in the passenger seat, "come on lets close up and move on before Tony does a drive by." Tony their neighbor cop tried to turn his cheek but there was only so much he could allow even if it was Lip breaking the law.
Kevin hopped out of the ice cream truck and began closing the outside hatches. "I'm just saying you don't often grin like an idiot at lighters, but I guess stealing them from the new hot piece of ass in the neighborhood might make you do that." Lip looked at him in confusion, unsure how he knew. "Ian told me you took it."
"Technically," Lip said hopping in the driver's seat as Kevin pulled the door shut and climbed into the passenger seat. As Lip got the engine to turn over he continued, "she gave it too me and then walked off." Lip grinned as they drove out of the park and towards the house, with Kevin laughing insisting that if that's what Lip thought, he was after all the smart one.
Lip climbed the stairs in the house and walked into his shared bedroom, Carl was looking out the window with the binoculars, Lip walked over and pulled the binoculars out of his hand. "Do you have nothing better to do?" Lip asked as his younger brother glared at him before storming out of their bedroom, but not before grabbing some fireworks he had laying on the desk. Lip tossed the binoculars onto Ian's bed and began stripping his shirt and looking for a new one. He wasn't sure how many days he had actually worn the shirt he had on before seeing as he never seemed to leave it on long but he was pretty sure going to the Callahan's wearing the same shirt would be noticed by the blonde. He pulled one out of the closet and pulled it on only managing to button a couple before feeling his phone vibrate in his pants pocket.
Are you coming over tonight?
Karen. He didn't respond instead he simply closed the phone and pocketed it. He wasn't sure what to answer her, maybe he would sooner or maybe later. It all kind of depended on how things went with Callahan. He reached into a box he kept on his desk and pulled out a dime bag of his and Kev's weed and some rolling papers. He put both in his pants pockets, pulling his cigarettes out and moving them to his shirt pocket.
"Going out?" Debbie's voice questioned almost taunting him.
"Yeah." Lip responded simply as he made sure the lighter was still in his pocket. Her lighter.
"Karen's?" Lip wondered why Debbie was being so fucking nosey.
"No." Lip again gave her the most simple answer he could muster.
"Oh." Debbie stood there swaying in his door way, clearly wanting to say something but instead she waited for him to pry it out of her.
"Why are you asking Deb?" Lip asked fulfilling her wish.
"I was wondering how Frank was doing. He hasn't come home since his check arrived." Of course, Debbie and her heart of gold had to ask about their father.
"That's what he always does Deb. Now if you need me, just text me, and I will be sure to be home before Fiona leaves for work to make sure Carl hasn't blown off any fingers." Lip said walking past Debbie and ruffling her hair as he passed much to her annoyance.
Lip pulled a cigarette and allowed it to dangle out of his mouth as he climbed down the stairs and out the Gallagher's front door. He didn't light it until he was out the door and decided to take his time crossing down the road and down the three houses to the Callahan's. He now understood why Carl had the binoculars out, the girl was laying in a hammock she had strung up between two small trees that grew in the Callahan's front yard. She once again had the reflective sunglasses from before, and again Lip noticed just how long her legs were and how short the cloth covering them appeared. He took one last long drag before flicking the cigarette away watching it fly out into the road. He walked up to the fence and undid the latch that held it closed.
The squeak of the hinge on the old chain-link fence is what made her sit up in the hammock and throw her legs over the side to the ground. "Well well if it isn't the bic thief." Her voice was almost musical when it wasn't cursing and shouting at movers.
"Borrowed, but returning." Lip said crossing to her in the hammock, taking in the fact that today she allowed her long blonde hair hang loose in a cascade effect around her shoulders. Like yesterday she was wearing a pair of short denim shorts that really did make him question if she wore underwear or not, however today she had on a simple bikini top tied around her chest. She had a book next to her in the hammock now that she was sitting up, had he interrupted her doing something that he was pretty sure only he did in his spare time in this neighborhood.
"Keep it. I upgraded to a lovely green one when I bought another pack." She said looking over to the porch of her grandmother's house, before looking back to him with a smile. "Blue isn't really my color." The infliction in her voice was sweet yet beneath the initial tone Lip sensed something more.
"Shame, blue matches your eyes." Lip played it smooth as he stood in front of the blonde who turned her head in intrigue looking at him
She looked awestruck. "Lucky guess," she pushed herself off the hammock leaving her book to weigh it down slightly. She walked to the front porch and stopped at the stairs and spun around to face him, though he couldn't deny his eyes wandered down to her ass before seeing her turn. "I guess I should ask if you want a drink or a beer or something?" Though he could tell by the change in her demeanor that he had been caught looking. "Though I don't know if I should bother with manners with you Gallaghers."
"Whatever is fine." Lip said simply looking away from her as she disappeared into the house, he walked over to her hammock and pulled the book out of the fabric and was shocked by the title. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, a classic and clearly not what he was expecting.
Lip set the book back in the hammock as he heard the screen door slam back shut. She stood in front of him, she had pulled a old tank top on over the bikini top, it was a bit disappointing not being able to see her long midriff anymore. She offered a bottle of beer out to him as she spoke, "Interested in literature?"
"I was surprised it wasn't Twilight." Lip said as he approached the porch and took the bottle from her hand, she sat down on the front porch steps as he noticed she had her own bottle in her hands.
"Well I went to reading when I decided trying to tan was out of the question when you have pint sized perverts jacking off behind the bushes." She said pulling the bottle to her lips. "Don't worry, it wasn't your brother this time." She said as she tilted the bottle up and took a large gulp. Lip also brought the bottle to his lip as he leaned on the railing to the porch stairs, not wanting to get to close to her without invitation. She seemed like she could possibly be a girl like Mandy who would be carrying a switchblade somewhere in those tiny shorts. "Tony said if they keep it up he would help me install a new fence." She continued as he took a drink, surprisingly it was a nicer beer than high schoolers typically drank.
"Tony come around often?" Lip asked curiously. Tony was in love with Fiona, he always had been but maybe he had found a way to try to move on.
"Threw a brick at the little pervert, missed and almost hit the neighborhood police officer." She said setting the bottle by her foot on the lower stair as she ran her hand through her hair. "He let me off with a warning and an offer to come help install a fence." She looked Lip over from top to bottom, he watched as her eyes seemed to analyze him. "So what are you here to offer?" She asked, her voice sounded like she was offering him a challenge.
He took another swig of his beer as he pulled the baggie of weed out of his pocket and offered it too her. "You said you didn't want anything you couldn't smoke." He said making sure to exude confidence now that she was analyzing him.
"You are aware, Tony lives basically across the street, we can't smoke that out here." She said eyeing the bag and then directing her attention by to his eyes. "And Gallagher's aren't allowed in the house, Grammy's rule."
He shrugged as he pocketed the bag once more. "Shame, I figured you could use the distraction."
He watched as she bit her lip as she looked over her shoulder towards the house. "Perhaps Grammy wont recognize you." She said simply, before standing up and brushing off her ass and legs before turning around and climbing the step and looking down at Lip. "Coming?" She asked with a dirty smile pulling at her lips. He grabbed her beer off the step as he walked past it, holding both in his hand as he followed behind her into the old house. Mrs. Callahan was sitting in a recliner watching television in their living room, Lip was surprised how similar the house was to their own down the street. She didn't even turn to look at her Granddaughter as she entered the house. "Grammy, this is my friend..." She said loudly, before stopping herself.
"Lip." He said quietly to the girl as she stared at him wide eyed for a moment.
"This is my friend Lip, did you need anything? He is going to help me finish unpacking." She said as she approached the elderly lady in the recliner who had still not looked back at him.
The girl grabbed hold of his empty hand and pulled him up around the corner and up the stairs and into a bedroom, a full sized bed was in the corner, a large ornate metal headboard stood out in the room. Lip found himself wondering if she ever tied herself to it with the way scarves seem to come cascading off each side. As they both entered the room, she closed the door behind them. "What the hell kind of name is Lip?" She asked as walked over and sat on her bed pulling off her sunglasses and tossing them to the foot fo her bed, he saw an almost empty desk with a chair close to her bed and found himself walking over to it and placing both bottles down on the desk.
"It's short for Phillip." He said as pulled the rolling papers from his chest pocket and the bag of weed from his pants pocket. "Who invites guys into their room when they don't even know their name?" Lip asked back with a playfully judgmental tone.
"Touche, I guess I just didn't think it was necessary." She said as he began to roll a blunt. "I'm Sarah by the way, though you probably already knew that." He looked back to her seeing her seeming to get more comfortable leaning back on her bed. The room was still pretty full of boxes in most corners but she had clearly began to unpack starting with her bed and dresser at the end of the bed. It was a small room, like the ones in their house, but she had found a way to even with the boxes make it look uncramped.
He handed her the fresh blunt as picked back up his beer. "My source wasn't sure if it was Sarah or Sierra," he looked at her for a moment and waited as she padded the bed next before he sat on her bed. He wasn't sure if he found the girl or her bed more attractive as he sat on it, he didn't know mattresses came this soft. She pulled out her lighter and lit the blunt and took a deep breath inhaling the smoke. "Looks like you still have a lot to unpack." He said as he tried not to focus on her for a moment.
"What's the point?" She asked as she exhaled. Passing him the blunt that he took from her slender fingers. "I'm only going to be here for a few months, by then my mom will have divorced Jeffrey and be begging me to come back home." She said as he inhaled deeply, sucking the smoke into his lungs. As he exhaled she continued speaking, "or if I want when Grammy kicks it I can sell the house and run off with the money." He passed her back the blunt. "This neighborhood hasn't been quite as awful as I thought it was going to be." She said as she placed the blunt back to her lips and repeated her earlier process. Lip watched her as seemed to stare at the floor, not looking at him for more than a passing second anytime he caught her glance. She was gorgeous, to good for this neighborhood. "Tony seems nice," she began before exhaling, "and hot, I am pretty sure those muscles go on for days." The way she described Tony before passing him back the blunt shocked Lip, Tony was the nice guy cop who turned his cheek to the Gallagher's to keep them out of trouble because he was so in love with Fiona, also he seemed very opposed to dating underage girls.
"Isn't Tony a bit old for you?" He asked as he inhaled from the blunt.
He watched as she pushed herself off her bed and shrugged as she spun to face him. "Maybe, how old do you think I am?" She asked as she walked back over to her beer and picked it up from the desk.
This was a difficult question to answer no matter what girl asked it. "Seventeen." He answered.
"Close, I turned eighteen last month. Now can legally be charged as an adult." As she took a long drink from her beer bottle. "You going to kill it?" She asked looking at the blunt, he shook his head and offered it too her. She took it in her fingers and inhaled deeply, before leaning down and inching directly in front of his face. He inhaled her smoke as she exhaled. He had given shotguns before but never had been on the receiving end, especially from a hot girl as the smoke seeped back out of his mouth, his hand came up to her waist and the bare skin that was there. He waited before pulling himself up to touch his lips gently against hers. As she reciprocated the kiss she found herself straddling Lip on her bed. She tasted sweet, a hint of vanilla probably from her lip gloss, with the taste of marijuana and beer he found himself craving more of her. He ran a hand into her hair and pulled her face closer to his while her hands up the back of his shirt. The hand he had on her waist he snaked it around her side and tightened his grip to adjust them to where she was no longer straddling his waist but now flat on her back with him on top of her.
This was too easy. He found her pulling at his shirt as he shrugged it off his shoulder and pushed up the tank top she had pulled on earlier. As their lips crashed against each other he found the softness of her skin so addictive. He wanted to touch every inch of her skin that he could find. She was the perfect distraction on a summer's night.
Lip was pulling back on his shorts as Sarah pulled back on the tank top she had put on earlier. Walking over to her dresser and pulling out a fresh thong that Lip was still surprised she wore under those tight denim shorts. He walked up behind putting a hand on her waist as she spun around to face him. "Don't expect thing from this Gallagher." She said simply as she placed her lips to his once more. "I was just bored." She said as she brushed past him and picked up her shorts off the floor and pulled them back on.
"Well if you get bored again let me know." Lip said pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and putting it in his mouth. She opened the bedroom door and let him follow her back down the stairs. He glanced over to see her grandmother still sitting in the recliner as they went out the front door. Lip was shocked to see Tony coming into the yard as they left the house. "Hey Tony."
"Lip, what are you doing over here?" Tony asked as he approached them both with that signature good boy smile.
"He stopped by and I just happened to need some help with some heavy boxes." Sarah said with a smile. "Had I known you were coming by I would have waited." Lip was amazed by the way that she seemed to have no problem flirting with Tony, when ten minutes earlier Lip had been in bed with her.
Tony looked from Sarah to Lip who just smiled at him before lighting his cigarette.
Just like that the girl he had gotten was slipping from his grasp, but Lip felt like he had no reason to protest, Tony could do better than Fiona, and Sarah seemed like a good option. Lip lifted his hand and bid his goodbye to the hopeful couple as walked back home. In time to check that Carl hadn't blown off any fingers and help finish setting the table for dinner with Fiona who of course asked about his day.