Be My Bitch - A Carl Gallagher x Reader Story

South Side

First week of high school, grade 9. I'm scared shitless because me and my mother had just moved to Chicago all the way from Toronto, Canada. See, my mother had gotten a job offer here in the South Side. We were barely getting by over in Toronto so my mother was glad enough to even get a job. Yet alone in Chicago. The company my mom is now working for is providing us with basically everything. They paid for the flight tickets for me, my mother, Janice, and my older brother, Connor. My parents aren't divorced so I didn't have to worry about an extra person taking up the company's money, my father. We don't really talk about him much, that's because mom doesn't like to talk about him. She'll start yelling if we do.

Just last week, we moved into our new house. It's an old detach with a nice backyard and no basement. Very run down but I don't mind. The neighborhood isn't the greatest, my brother calls it the ghetto. I can't say I don't agree with him though. Connor has always been my best friend since nobody else really talked to me. We're only 2 years apart making him 16. 

Dozing off dreaming of whatever the fuck I was dreaming about, I can hear Connor's Annoying voice coming from outside my room. Our house had 2 floors, 3 very small bedrooms and two bathrooms, one upstairs and one down. I heard loud footsteps nearby, "Y/N, GET UP!" His voice is so deep yet still so loud and so annoying. One difference between me and Connor was that I was Asian and he was white. Mom won't tell us why but it's either that I'm adopted, or she just fucked an Asian dude with really strong genes. Connor busted my room door open, "It's only your 3rd day back at school N/N! You don't want to be late now do ya?" Fuckkkk. I get up slowly to see that Connor is sitting on the edge of my bed. When I sit up he rubs my head, "C'mon, N/N. I made you toast just how you like it so you don't have to worry about making food later. Just get changed and I can drop you off at school, I got a job interview at 9 I need to be at." Even though mom had her new job, we still needed all the money we could get. Connor always made sure he helped out. "Oh and Ethan said He would pick you up from school, Okay N/N?" Ethan was my other brother, He was 18 so he's barely in the house. I often forget about him. He doesn't talk to me as much as Connor does though, he's always too busy with his work. He's a photographer and videographer. But Ethan was also white. Mom forgets that Ethan ever exists sometimes, he was lucky to come with us to Chicago because if Connor hadn't reminded her Ethan would be all alone back in Toronto (not that he would care). Ethan and Connor share rooms. "Meet you out front, yeah?" Connor says while getting up and leaving my room. I get ready and head downstairs. On the couch is Janice, my mother. Jan is passed out on the couch with a beer in hand. I walk into the kitchen to see a sticky on the fridge. On it read, "Home by 3, at an internship - Ethan" Oh, great.I walk over to the couch and wake up Jan, "ughhh," she groans. "Mum, don't you start work today?" she gets up and says, "No, honey. Well, yes. But that's only my part-time job, my real job doesn't start till next week. What time is it, honey?" I go over and check my phone for the time, "7:30." - "Shit! My first shift at Patsy's starts at 8!" She got up and ran upstairs. "Patsy's? Isn't that the shitty restaurant next to the L?" I say to myself.  I go outside and get in the car with Connor, "you don't have a license don't you?" I ask. He's only 16. He grinned at me, "What do ya think?" We drove off.