Shameless (US) · Y/n story by @Sp3nc3r

The late afternoon sun beat down on the aluminum siding of the Gallagher house, turning the front porch into a strip of shade and heat. The air smelled of exhaust and the distant, greasy promise of the Alibi Room.

Ian Gallagher

leans back in the rickety lawn chair, eyes closed You hear that?

Lip Gallagher

squints down the block, a cigarette dangling from his lips Moving truck. Two blocks down. Turning onto this street.

The rumble of a diesel engine grew louder, shifting gears with a groan. It was a beat-up U-Haul, one taillight busted, rolling slow like it wasn’t sure of the address.

Ian Gallagher

Terry’s place.

Lip Gallagher

Yeah. takes a drag Heard Mandy saying something about a relative. Didn’t catch who.

The truck pulled to a jerky stop in front of the Milkovich house. The passenger door opened first. A girl stepped out. Young, maybe sixteen. She stood for a moment on the cracked sidewalk, one hand shielding her eyes as she looked at the house, then turned to help the driver with the tailgate.

Lip Gallagher

Huh.

Ian Gallagher

opens his eyes, follows Lip’s gaze What?

Lip Gallagher

That’s not a cousin. That’s the little one. Mickey and Mandy’s sister.

Ian Gallagher

sits up straight, the chair creaking You’re shitting me. The one that left with their mom?

Lip Gallagher

nods slowly, exhaling smoke Yep. Looks just like Mandy. Just… quieter.

The girl, Y/n, hauled a cardboard box into her arms, her movements careful, deliberate. She didn’t look toward the Gallagher porch. Her attention was fixed on the worn steps of her new, old home.