❛ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 ― 𝗖.𝗚 ❜

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄

A lot of shit happens in a couple of hours for Southsiders. 

All Ada knows right now is that Fiona was divorcing Gus - Which Fiona told Ian and Ian told Lip (who was currently in the ER for alcohol poisoning.) But before that, Lip told Carl which Carl told Ada. 

Ada was pretty sure Fiona didn't want everyone finding out like this.

But again, shit happens.

Ada texted Lip, asking when she could come visit him in the ER. Currently, Ian was with him. Lip told her probably tomorrow since it would be a Saturday. Ada would probably have to force Carl to see his big brother, but she had no problem with that.

School got out an hour ago, and since as of a week ago, Ada had been fired from her job. She practically had to beg Sean to let her waitress - who only agreed because of Fiona.

Oh and yeah, Carl worked there too. His hair in a hair net, his fingers in messy plastic gloves, and oil stains on his apron. Ada couldn't pass the opportunity to take a photo and send it to the Gallagher group chat.

"Carl, get off your phone and fry some shit." Ada sternly warns, pushing the boy into the kitchen.

"Fuck, Ada." Almost tripping his steps.

Ada tied her apron to her waist and walked over to a customer who just sat down.

Putting on her happiest job voice, "Hi, my name is Ada and I'll be your server for today! Let's start you off with some drinks, what do you want?"

The person looks up from their phone, their freckled skin and red toned hair announcing itself. Maxwell. Maxwell grins and puts his phone away.

"Ada...didn't know you worked here."

Ada uncomfortably laughs. "Uh yeah. Just started. What do you want to drink?"

"If I get two Shirley temples, will you drink one with me?" Maxwell flirts, failing.

Ada tries so hard to not roll her eyes. Of course, the date was okay and she enjoyed her time with him, but after all this? Fuck Maxwell Theyn.

"Against policies, Maxwell." Ada firmly states. "You're going to have water, it'll be out soon."

Ada was pouring some water in a cup for Maxwell, when she saw Dominique walk past and into the employee's only area. Curiously, Ada follows to see Dominique slightly shutting the door, enough for the girl to see, and tap someone's shoulder. Carl's shoulder.

"Your boss said you were back here." Dominique starts.

Carl looks at her, confused. "What's going on? You're here to eat?"

"Mm-mm. Jay Dubb told me you were working."

Carl nods. "Kid has a big mouth." 

"You don't want people knowing you've got a job?" Dom asks. "There's nothing wrong with that. You going to record me or what?"

"That why you came here?" He asks.

Ada, at this point, was so fucking confused. That's what she gets for eavesdropping, she guesses. Adaline Jameson wasn't the biggest fan of Dominique Winslow, she didn't try to hide it. Of course, Ada thought Carl deserves someone so much better than Dominique, just as a friend's opinion. Dominique wasn't the latter.

Carl stands up. Dominique smirks, walking closer. Leaning into the boy, pressing her lips into his.

Ada feels her heart shatter.

And she doesn't know why.

"So you gonna record me?" She asks, leaning away.

"I don't work tomorrow." Carl says.