GO FUCK YOURSELF

"Finally. Something useful. You should be proud of yourself, Gallagher." Perhaps his words had sounded sarcastic, but they were meant nonetheless. It was something he hadn’t really given much thought, but he supposed it was true. Stealing and breaking the law wasn’t an option or a choice, it was a way to survive. Besides, having a job hadn’t really worked out for him, even though he had tried.  "Last time I saw her… Few days ago, probably. The hell do you want from her this time?"

'Just. You know. To apologise, I guess. I was a cunt.'

"The fuck do you want, Lip?"

"Nah —- not anymore. Mickey."

"It’s me. Course I do."

"They can knock all they want. Here’s another rule; it’s not a crime, unless those shitheads can find evidence.” It would hardly be a surprise if they were to show up at his door or at the Gallagher’s, but that couldn’t stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted or needed to do. He showed the gun he had been hiding, figuring Lip wouldn’t tell anyone about it. "I don’t see how that’s any of your concern. Let’s just say he owes me money. Apparently he values his money more than his life, so I’ll take either to show him he shouldn’t fuck with me. Or… Ya know. Both.”

      'So. Uh----you seen Mandy around?'

"—-Something like that. No one tells me anything."

'You got any beers?'

"Out. It’s just me. Sorry to disappoint."

'—and when you say out do you mean actually out or out in prison, out with a job, out stealing shit?'

     ”I guess, still…How horny do you have to be to jump someone while they’re sleeping? Why not just wait until the next day?”           Cocking an eyebrow, he shifted his position on the stool, resting his elbows upon the counter;            ”Is that a bad thing? I mean, you look a lot cleaner than usual.”

     She's nice so it's not like he can tell her to stop. She's not doing it to be cruel to him, she's doing it for her own reasons, he knows that. But what the fuck is he suppose to do with a Prada suit that costs more than their food for half a year?

        “At least she’s got money you mean─ Makes up for any flaws, huh? She what? Is that…rape?”

'I dunno. You gotta wake up at some point though right?—I didn't stop her. I dunno.'       He shrugs his shoulders as he looks over at his brother, tapping the cigarette ash from the end of it into the sink. But yeah. She's got money. It helps, but it's fucking weird.       'She keeps buyin' me shit.'

"—- aren’t you supposed to be on campus right now?"

'Yeah, well—I missed home. Sue me. Where are the others?'

'I fucking asked you first.'       'Walking around here looking like that...'

            “Fuck if I know. Who gives a shit? No one’s counting anyway.” He supposed no one would really notice his absence. His enemies, perhaps; those who’d be glad to be able to live without him for a while. He’d be out of there in no time. “‘Sides, it’s not really a crime unless you get caught.”

Lip holds back what he was going to say. His lips purse and he just looks at Mickey, nodding some. He supposes he's right. It isn't anything unless he gets caught but---        'Something happens who's door you think they're gonna come knocking at first?'       It's either the Gallagher's or the Milkovich's, and what with their great reputations there's no doubt they'd be first on the list of suspects. Though they might go for Mickey's dad if he's lucky.      'Who you planning to kill?'

     “’Ey, like I said, not my fuckin’ problem.       You wanna dick around with her, then you       gotta deal with her.” 

     'Dude, how can I deal with her when she won't fucking talk to me?'

"Do you really have to ask?”

      'Did anyone see you?'