Y/N pulled out a cherry lip balm from her shorts back pocket. Applying some on her lips, she looked back at Carl with a smile. "How'd I look?" She twirled and gave some exaggerated poses to joke around.
Carl chuckled, he thought she was beautiful. "You look nice."
Y/N grins. "Come on, we'll be late for the play!" She cheered, grabbing her Jansport bag. "Oh yeah- do you still need to go back home, you know, new clothes and stuff." She said as she ran down the stairs, Carl following behind.
Carl shrugged, "I won't belong."
It was 2 in the afternoon, Saturday. They woke up a good 5 hours ago, and now they're on their way to pick fun of the actors on their local theater play happening in an hour.
They made their way to the Gallagher's and it was its usual, home-y, for Y/N at least.
Carl told her to wait for him down as he ran up and quickly changed into new clothes.
Y/N patiently waited for him, scrolling through her phone. So far, she was proud of herself, she hasn't cried much about Anthony. She's been enjoying hanging out with Carl. Why hasn't she hung out with him more before?
Debbie then walks in on her waiting for Carl. "Hey, You're Y/N right?" She asked. Y/N looked up to who owned the voice and her face softened. "Hi, yeah, That's me." She chuckled. "Carl wasn't joking when he said you looked like an angel." Debbie gawks at the girl.
Y/N choked on her spit, her cheeks turning red, she clears her throat and gave a smirk, "He said that?"
"Said what?"
Debbie looked away, "Nothing."
Carl looked suspiciously at Debbie, eyeing her before huffing and settling his attention at Y/N who was smiling like an idiot. "What're you smiling at?"
She honestly didn't know either. She shakes her head, "Nothing. Let's go?" She said getting up, shoving her phone into her pocket. Carl nods and off they go to their school auditorium.
Cherry Balm.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Y/N showed her ID to the other guard who granted their entry to the theater. They we're extra careful on who can attend play this year after the whole ambush of druggies and stoners last year. What a play.
The two took a seat by the middle rows of the place. The light dimming and Y/N pats Carls' thigh, "They're starting." She said a bit excited. "Wonder if Amy will be on stage to throw up again." She snickered.
Carl looked at her whose focus was on stage, she beamed excitedly as the curtains fell. He smiled widely, she was breath-taking, he was down bad.
The play was boring. Nothing funny happened like two years ago, Romeo tripped and Juliet fell down the stage, or a year ago were Amy Adams threw up all over the stage out of pure panic since she forgot her lines.
Carl watched Y/N sigh and leaned back lazily to her chair, pulling out her lip balm from her pocket and applying some more.
Carl furrowed his eyebrows as his gaze fell to her lips, it was chapped and bruised.
She groaned quietly and looked at Carl with a frown. "Wanna get out of here?"
Carl nods. She smiled. "Let's go." She whispered, getting up, crouching a bit as she passed by the empty seats. It's sad actually, only 10 people came for this play.
-
Y/N took a huff of the rolled blunt placed between her fingers as she crossed her legs, looking over the city as she and Carl sat on a bench at the park.
Carl sighed, the cold air making his breath visible.
"So what happened to your lips?" He asked. Y/N looked at Carl who was still looking ahead, she forced a smirk, "You were looking at my lips?" She teased.
Carl rolled his eyes, "You know for every dime I get when you roll your eyes, I'd be a millionaire." Y/N jokes. "Ha. Ha." Carl sarcastically laughed.
Y/N bit her cheek before facing Carl, resting her elbows above the bench and resting her cheek on her palm, she shrugged before answering his question, "You know. Regardless of what they say about me. I hate how I looked for a while." She starts.
Carl looked back at her, it was dawn, the light from the pole shining above them as a light fog rises. She took another huff of her blunt before giving it to Carl who gladly took a huff back.
"I hated how everyone only sees the prettiest parts of me and that's.. well that's not all me. I'm also ugly but everyone didn't... didn't like that and they began to make assumptions that just because I show the pretty side of me I'm free to do anything." She chuckled. "Remember the guy you punched at that party?"
Carl gaped at her, his heart aching for her.
"Yeah, well he fucked me up." She shakily exhaled. "I was too scared to scar myself. I know I would regret it one day. My lips were dry every morning and so I started to pick on it you know. It was.. well it was another way of me hurting myself." She smiled awkwardly.
"Now I'm... I'm recovering and lip balms help apparently." She pulled out her lip palms from her pockets. "Cherry's my favorite."
Carl nods and took another huff. He was tempted. Tempted to kiss her. He looked away from her and exhaled. "Speaking of lip balms, this one is almost over. Mind going with me tomorrow to I don't know, Claire's? Wherever I can get more of this."
The boy looked at Y/N with a grin before shaking his head, "Yeah. Of course."
