I dont have a name for this yet but Carl Gallagher is in it!!

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Y/ns pov again lol

3:30 PM, the clock on the wall in front of me read, and at 3:31, the bell rang and before I knew it everyone was out the door and on their way home. I was so relieved, and I couldn't wait to collapse onto my bed.

I strolled to the bus stop with little cares until I wasn't too far away to see that the bus had already left and was making its way down the road.
'Great' escaped from my breath as I sighed heavily and started to make my way home. On foot. Not ideal at all because all I wanted to do was get these shoes off.

I'm walking down the street, looking at everything and anything and I notice Carl taking the same route as me. I furrow my brows as I look at him as it wasn't his usual route because I hadn't ever noticed him before, but it must've been because he seemed to be confident in his steps, all the less, I decide to walk quicker to avoid confrontation. My mind begins to tick.

I hadn't really payed much attention to Carl before, maybe it was the light but he was really quite good looking. I hissed at myself at the thought of me thinking that way about him, because I knew that once I started, I wouldn't let it go. So I walked faster, and put one earphone in, not two, just one because i have this irrational fear that if I'm not completely alert whilst out on my own, especially as a girl, I'd be whisked away in a white van full of middle aged men ready to do whatever they pleased with me, so I kept the one earphone in and looked through my playlist for a good song to listen to. I picked 'Stay with Us' by Seoul, one of my favourites at the moment, and carried on walking.

Once I finally got to the gate of my house, I ran up the steps and dragged open the door, tugged at each heel of my shoe and ran upstairs to check whether my Mom was awake yet. She was, so I went to say hi and asked whether she wanted anything from downstairs, as I was going down again anyway. She said no, so I went down the stairs to the kitchen, and poured myself a glass of water, and grabbed a pan out of the cupboard to make oatmeal, my absolute favourite. I get on with it and about five minutes in, I hear a knock on my door. I froze, seeing whether they'd just go away, but they knocked again, so I fixed my hair and grabbed my bathrobe and opened the door.