In Your Dreams - Carl Gallagher [DISCONTINUED]

chapter 03: stop acting black

A/N: some of the timing is probably going to be off in this story.

After the rest of my classes I met Debbie outside the school so we could walk back home together.

"You should come to my house and hangout for a bit," she suggested.

"Yeah, my mom's out looking for a job so she won't be home for a bit," I answered, happy that someone actually wanted to be friends with me.

"Sounds good!" Debbie said.

We arrived at Debbies house and walked in. It was a little chaotic, but I liked it.

"There's beer in the fridge, help yourself. I'm just gonna run upstairs and change," Debbie said.

"Sounds good, thanks," I replied.

Debbie nodded and ran up the stairs. I walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I grabbed a beer and took the cap off against the counter. I walked back over to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Yeah I gotchu,"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Carl and Nick coming in. Carl whispered something to Nick and smirked. Nick nodded and started up the stairs. I rolled my eyes and took out my phone, not giving Carl the attention he craved.

"Whatchu doing here baby girl?" he said, sitting beside me on the couch.

"Hanging out with Debbie," I answered, taking a swig of my beer.

"Yeah, but wouldn't you rather hang out with me?" he said putting his arm around me.

"Not really," I said, getting up from the couch.

"Aw, come on," Carl said, grabbing my hand and spinning me around to face him.

"You want me," he whispered.

His smirk grew bigger when my cheeks burned red.

"You think so?" I asked.

"I know so," he said, putting his arm around my waist.

"Yeah well, I don't," I said, wriggling out of his grasp and sitting back down on the couch.

Carl leaned over the back of the couch and looked at me.

"You just won't give up, huh?" I asked, looking over at him.

"I know what I want," he answered.

"Carl! leave her alone, she doesn't want you," Debbie said from the stairs.

Carl stood up and walked past Debbie.

"Cockblock," he muttered before walking up the stairs.

"Was he bothering you?" Debbie asked, walking towards the kitchen.

"It's all good, he doesn't bother me," I answered.

"Good," Debbie smiled, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"I'm home!"

I looked over to the door and saw a dark haired woman walking in.

"Who're you?" she asked, looking at me.

I jumped up from the couch and shook her hand.

"I'm Karina, I just moved in across the street. Debbie invited me," I explained.

"Oh, I'm Fiona, nice to meet you," she said, smiling.

"Nice to meet you too," I said, smiling.

Debbie and I watched a couple movies before it got dark out and I decided to go home. I gave Debbie my number so we could talk more and then made my way across the street. My mom wouldn't be back for a while yet, but I wanted to relax a bit, alone.