It was just like a fairytale, which she couldn't believe. She kissed him. And all she knows now is how happy she is. Finally, it's all coming back to her. How he was the one who was there. She's not denying it anymore. She never liked Anthony. She loved Carl. And the reason she stayed with Anthony was that it was the only chance she could ever get close to Carl. He was her door to the boy she truly loved.
She didn't even notice she forgot her lip balms with Carl as sooner or later she finally got the rest she needed. The night has never been so bright and peaceful.
Carl was too dumbfounded at what had just happened, skipping through the pavement with this silly smile on his face.
He hummed to his favorite tune as he opened the door to Gallagher's house. "Woah- Why are you so happy?" Lip calls out. "What're you doing here?" Carl's smile faltered into a frown.
Lip shrugged. "Answer my question first."
Carl felt like a little girl, "Y/N? Remember her?"
Lip looked at him with his eyebrows furrowed. "The hot girl Y/N? Or the screw-up, juvie Y/N?" Lip frowned. "Hot girl Y/N." Carl rolled his eyes. "Me and Juvie Y/N were nothing. She was a lesbian Lip."
Lip nods, "Uh-huh, what about Y/N?"
"I kissed her," Carl smirked. "Well- more like she kissed me but works the same way," Carl explained.
"No way" Lip chuckled. "So you've got a date? girlfriend even?"
Carl shrugged, "I'll ask her out tomorrow." He shrugged while grinning.
"Ask who out tomorrow?" Debbie walked in with Liam. "Hot girl Y/N."
"Hot girl Y/N?" Ian gasped taking off his coat, his partner behind him.
"Woah, what are y'all doing here?" Carl asked.
"Nevermind that- Hot girl Y/N?! Wow."
Carl rolled his eyes as his siblings cheered on him, humoring him, for kissing 'Hot girl Y/N'. He chuckled to himself before giving his siblings an annoyed look and he walked up to his room, the idiotic smile of being in love once more plastered to his face.
Cherry Balm.
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Carl got up extra early, feeling it today as he took a shower and ate breakfast. He noticed Y/N left her small plastic bag of lip balms with him and he was planning on using it as an excuse to look smooth when asking her out.
He quickly got into fresh new clothes and tied his shoes before jogging out the house and making his way to Y/Ns place.
Y/N expected Carl to come by, when she woke up her senses came back to her, and realized she left her lip balms with Carl last night.
So when someone knocked on the door she thought it was Carl. Weird as it was early in the morning, she thought it was Carl anyways and when she opened the door, Anthony stood with flowers in his hands.
"Hey." He smiled. Y/Ns face dropped, she frowned deep. She tried closing the door on him but he pushed it back open, "Woah- hey you're not getting rid of me just like that." He growled.
Y/N would be shitting her pants if she didn't say she was kind of scared.
"Y/N. Come on please." Anthony begged her. She shakes her head as she hugged herself. "Can't we just get a break for one weekend? I don't like it when we party." She whispered. Anthony wasn't having it though. "Why do you hate it when I have fun?" he bites.
It was now or never, Y/N thought to herself, "Because when you have fun you forget about me!" she bit back.
Anthony felt offended, he raised his hands and slapped Y/N hard, sending her to the floor. She cried as her cheeks burned in pain. "You little bitch." He said with anger. "You know what you're problem is?" He began as he kneeled her height, she sat on the floor in disbelief and fear rushing through her nerves. "Don't touch me-" She slapped his hands away from her wrist. "You don't know how to have fun." He pouts. "GET YOUR HANDS OF ME." She cried. "STOP IT- TONY- PLEASE-"
Y/N tried to shove him back but he was too strong, he threw the flowers at her and was quick to raise her arms, shielding herself. She yelped as Anthony raised his fist and threw a punch at her. "You lying whore. You thought I never saw you and Carl together." He gripped her shirt and shook her. "Please-" Y/N was crying, trembling with trauma.
"You fucking slut." He was about to hit her when someone yelled out at him, "GET OFF HER YOU COCK SUCKER."
Carl.
Y/N was in a state of déjà vu. It was just like that party.
He smashed his forehead to Anthony when he turned around to face the guy who was ruining his fun.
Blood instantly fell down his nose. "SHIT!"
"COME ON Y/N." Carl carefully brought Y/N to her feet as they both ran out of the apartment.
Anthony is too busy crying over the blood and pain.
Carl nervously embraced Y/N as she sobbed. "Are you okay?" He looked down at her. "I think- I think I am." She gulped.
Carl snickered a bit. "What's so funny?" Y/N frowned. "Anthony's face." He chuckled.
Y/N pursed her lips holding back a laugh, his face was kinda funny whenever he was mad. She laughed softly, still shaking from what happened she managed to still smile a bit, she now then realized how much she recovered just by days of spending it with Carl. She felt safe now, and she was recovering. Not even Anthony can get her to cry for hours now.
She finally felt free. With Carl still having her in a comforting and loving hug in the middle of the sidewalk, she realized how much she hadn't let Anthony hurt her worse than he used to. She realized how much she hasn't thought about the way other guys had touched her body. Because now she feels safe.
"Thank you, Carl. Really." She cried into his shoulder.
