soft serve || carl gallagher/shameless

Part One

TAYLOR'S POV
"Taylor! Wake up!" I heard a familiar voice groan. I blinked my eyes open, my older brother PJ stood by my bed shaking my arm. I furrowed my eyebrows, attempting to roll over.

"You start ninth grade today, Ty. Get up!" my brother instructed. I sighed, slowly sitting up. He left my room, allowing me to get ready. After pulling myself out of bed, I went into my bathroom to have a shower. After standing under the relaxing cold water for five minutes, I got out and dried myself off, before heading back into my bedroom. I got dressed into a white t-shirt tucked into a denim skirt, black tights and black combat boots. I tied my black hair into a messy bun, quickly applied eyeliner and mascara after lightly filling in my eyebrows. I put my black satchel on my shoulder then left my bedroom.

"Morning!" my younger brother, Noah, said as I walked into the kitchen. I smiled at him, putting my bag on the counter and placing two strawberry pop tarts on a plate. I bit into one, as my sister walked into the room.

"Hey, Gina." I mumbled, crumbs flying out my mouth. She smiled at me sitting down at the small table beside Noah. She was wearing all black, apart from her red t-shirt.

"Taylor? Don't get in too much trouble today." Gina chuckled. I nodded, grinning at her. I finished my breakfast and placed the plate in the dishwasher.

"I'll see you guys later." I called behind me as I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and slid it inside my bag.

"Bye!" Noah answered, holding his fist out for me. I hit my fist against his, grinning at him. I then walked out my house, and towards my new high school.

CARL'S POV
"Guys, breakfast!" Fiona practically screamed. My eyes shot open, realising I'd slept in. I climbed out of my bed and rushed around my room, quickly changing into a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans, pulling on black and white sneakers. I fixed my hair and sprayed some cologne before running into the kitchen.

"Someone's excited for pancakes." Ian muttered, before continuing to eat his own. I rolled my eyes, sitting down in the last empty seat and taking a deep breath. I began to eat the slightly soggy pancakes - I said nothing, Fiona was trying her best, after all.

"Oh, shit. You guys are gonna be late." Fiona exclaimed. Debbie put her backpack on and walked to the door, I followed her.

"Um, where's your bag?" Debbie asked me.

"I have everything I need here." I laughed, pulling a pencil and a small bag of weed out of my pocket. She simply rolled her eyes at me.