soft serve || carl gallagher/shameless

Part Ten

TAYLOR'S POV
Me and Carl had gotten a table in the Cheesecake Factory and we were just waiting on our orders arriving.

"So, tell me about yourself." Carl suggested, sipping his pepsi.

"This isn't fucking speed dating." I chuckled, straightening my cutlery.

"Well, you did say there's a lot I don't know about you." he laughed, sounding slightly embarrassed.

"Hm. Okay, I've been doing cheer and dance for twelve years." I began, Carl's eyes widening.

"Damn. I never thought you were that type of girl..." he mumbled.

"Sexist much?" I muttered, just because I wasn't super girly and peppy didn't mean I couldn't enjoy sport.

"Sorry, sorry. What else?" he exclaimed, smiling. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well, I've.. um.. never mind." I chuckled. Looking down at my lap. I wasn't prepared to just spill my life story out to someone, last time I did that I ended up in a mental hospital for three months.

"Tell me!" he giggled, holding my hands across the table. I sighed, looking up at him.

"Wow. A-are you okay?" he stuttered, squeezing my hands. I hadn't realised tears were slipping down my cheeks.

"Oh. Yeah." I said, my voice barely a whisper. I took one hand away from his grip and wiped my tears on the back of my hand.

"Well, I've been to juvie and a mental hospital. If you want to run away and never talk to me again I'll hold the door for you." I said finally, unable to make eye contact.

"No, no, no. Don't say that. I've been to juvie as well, don't feel bad." he said, holding my hands. I finally looked up at him, and I trusted him.

CARL'S POV
What had happened before our meal had been temporarily forgotten, and we'd had a great time together.

"Want to come back to my place?" I suggested as we both walked out the mall, my arm wrapped around her waist.

"I have practice in an hour, but sure." Taylor replied happily, planting a kiss on my cheek.

After arriving at my house, we'd only just got in and Debbie was in conversation with Taylor and Fiona was yelling at me.

"Carl, what the fuck?! This was in your room!" she screamed, holding up a small bag with a tiny amount of cocaine left in it.

"It isn't mine, I swear!" I yelled in response, it was probably Frank's. She rolled her eyes, throwing the bag on the kitchen counter and storming upstairs and into her room. I looked over at Debbie and Taylor, who were staring at me.

"Was it yours?" Taylor asked casually, I shook my head. She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at me for a few seconds before relaxing and nodding at me.

"See you later, Debs." Taylor chirped, grinning at Debbie and pulling me towards the stairs.

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Guys I made a new journal, my old one had like 1k reads but it was shitty haha so my new one is more organised ^^

sorry this part ended kinda suddenly btw xD