"What's the pink box for?" Carl asked Mickey who had just walked in
"Ivy got her period this morning , sent me out to get doughnuts"
"Damn right I did , a girls gotta eat sugary food when she's dying"
"You're not dying Ivy"
"Shut up mick and give me the box"
He put it on the table and everyone ran over to grab one , they all then sat either at the table or on the stools when Frank stumbled in the house
"Good morning . Gallagher youth ."
"Fuck off frank" Ian said through his mouthful of food
"Walked past the milkovich house. Guess what I saw in the front yard. Absolutely nothing ! Not a racist redneck or human turd in sight . Even the tents city's quiet. Terrys drive by shootings gonna be the best thing that ever happened to the south side ." Frank chugged his morning beer
"Someone shot terry?" Ivy questioned , everyone nodded back at her "Damn im behind on stuff" she kept a close eye on the quietest Gallagher....
"That's cause you were asleep for hours" Carl replied
"Shut up"
"Any leads on who shot him?" Ian said
"Whoever did deserves a medal" Debbie responded as she walked out of the bathroom door
"Eh I doubt we're looking . It's not like Chicagos PD'e gonna waste taxpayer dollars on some piece of shit like terry milkovich. No offence Ivy and mick"
"None taken" the siblings smiled... well Ivy did
"The assholes coming home today." Mick said separately
"Already? Shouldn't he be going to rehab?"
"Ian there's no such thing as rehab for the poor . They just dig out the bullet , staple you shut . And kick you in the nuts on the way out." Frank corrected
"They sending him home with a nurse or something at least?"
"I don't think so . Sandys been dealing with the hospital . I was hoping the fucker would Just die ."
"Maybe sandys husband could help ." Debbie suggested to Mickey out of pure jealousy for the arguments Debbie and Sandy had been having .
"Royal? No fucking way. That guys a douchebag ."
"Hm is that where she's been saying , with royal?"
"The fuck should I know? Ask yourself ."
"Yeah I would if she called me back! I've left her like 30 messages"
"That is 29 times too many" Ivy added
"TelL her to grow some ovaries and come talk to me ."
"Don't get me involved in your drama. Deal with your own mess" Mickey sighed
"My mess? She's the one who's married! To a dude!"
Frank then hysterically laughed before jumping off of the washing machine
"Should anyone need me I'll be upstairs."
"Nobody needs you Frank."
"Hey debs think we could finish up the ambulance today?" Ian asked her
"What ambulance? You back into ur EMT Ian era cause I'm sure Mickey would've found you smoking hot in the uniform."
"Can you shut the fuck up Ivy! No it's an ambulance we stole"
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Ivy milkovich
FanfictionIvy finds herself back in the place she grew up in, Chicago , she wasn't planning on staying for long but that took a turn when she slipped right back into the Gallagher family "Ivy, where do I start, always with my boy Ian I used to think you guys...
