i woke up to my phone being spammed with messages. i sit up and grab my phone from the nightstand to see whos texting me at 2:10 a.m on a friday...well technically saturday now. i look at my phone to see 4 texts from carl gallagher? which is weird because he totally hates my guts.
carl: i need help with the assignment in math
1:53 a.m
carl: hellooo
1:55 a.m
carl: y/n
1:57
carl: okay fine since you wont answer, im coming over.
2:00 a.m
y/n: wait what
2:15 a.m
i look up from my phone to see carl outside of my window just staring at me. i give him a weird look then get up to open the window. "why are you even here carl?" i asked. "need help with the thing in math." he replied while climbing into my room. "it couldnt have waited until tomorrow?" i asked angerly. "nope" he said, acting like it wasnt a big deal that he was just staring at me from outside of my window at 2 in the goddamn morning. "and you couldnt have asked someone else?" i asked. "you're the smartest person i know in that class. mostly because everyone else is fucking stupid." he said.
"pft. yeah are you sure you're not the stupid one? i mean, you are here asking me for help." i said. "shut up and just help me" he said while sitting on my bed and getting the assignment from his bookbag. i look at it for a few seconds. "yeah sorry cant help you with this one bud." i said and shrugged just to piss him off. "well why not?" he asked. "i didnt do that assignment." i answered. "fuck, well why not?" he asked. "i dont know, i just didnt feel like it. im getting kind of fed up with school..and just everything. wish i could run away." i said and laughed a bit at the end of my sentence because i realized i overshared and wanted to play it off as a joke. "yeah i feel you" he replied. guess he knew i wasnt joking.
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white boy carl <3
Fanfictionhii. this story is about carl and a girl from his math class, y/n. warning: this story may contain smut, cursing, drug use etc.
