"Rise and shine assholes." Alicia woke both Ian and Ivy up by slapping them with a pillow multiple times "someone's cooking downstairs."
"That's smells good I want some." Ivy replied
They all then stood out the room to see lip and Fiona looking confused about the smell of the bacon .
" Will be down in a second." Ivy said to Fiona snd lip who were on their way downstairs but she then heard a familiar voice and she ran down the stairs "Carl!"
"Ivy!" He pulled her in for a hug "I missed you."
"I missed you too bud."
"Where did you get all this stuff?" Fiona asked
"Stopped by the Aldi on the way home from the train station."
"Why didn't you call I could've picked you up!"
"You have a car?"
"Yeah she's a rich lady now. Look at those stripes and ribbons." Ian laughed as he literally picked Carl up and squeezed him
"Who's this?" Carl pointed at Alicia , everyone in this family loves pointing at ivys little sister . No manners smh
"My sister Alicia , flew out as our mum died."
"Oh shit."
"Carl you made us all breakfast?" Ivy chuckled
"Mhm."
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
"Alicia where are you goin?" She asked her sister who was rushing around and grabbing her coat to leave
"Early shift."
"Oh well have a good day alright."
"Thanks Ivy."
Once Alicia had left Ivy got up from the table and watched her sister walk down the road as she was suspicious of what she was doing , she watched Alicia slowly approach a boy . She let it slide and went back in
"My sisters been here what a week or something and she's already seeing someone."
"Jesus." Ian replied
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"Jesus Christ all this meth." Ivy sighed it was what Monica had left for her kids
"It's getting flushed."
"No way Fiona. Hands off." Frank demanded
"Give it up!"
"Get off!"
"Give it up frank!"
"No!"
"What the hell is going on?" Ian yelled as he joined the family surrounding the table
"Frank found 7 pounds of meth in some shitty storage locker that Monica had and he wants to sell it."
"It's your mothers legacy Ian to her children. It's like a family heirloom , only it's drugs ."
"And it's getting flushed down the toilet."
"Nobody flushes 70,000 worth of maternal bequest"
"Wait how much?" Ivy butted in
" a pound of high quality methamphetmine , which this clearly is , is worth 10 grand on the street. If you wanna destroy the inheritance that your mother poured a lifetime of blood sweat and tears into , go ahead you got your pound."
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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...
