TAYLOR'S POV
After a pleasant dinner with my family, I ran upstairs to get ready for cheer practise. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and tied my cheer bow around it. I put on a black Nike sports bra and matching Nike spandex shorts, pulling a t-shirt from a competition over my sports bra. I made sure I had everything in my backpack before swinging it on my back and tying my cheer sneakers.
"You ready?" Gina called a moment later, she'd offered to drive me. And by she offered I mean our mom wants her to spend more time with her siblings so she was forced to drive me to practise.
"Coming!" I shouted in response, running downstairs.
"You're eager." she laughed, opening the door for me and unlocking her small car. We didn't talk on the journey to my cheer gym, the only noise was the engine and the occasional clicking of her blinkers. Eventually, we pulled up in front of my gym.
"Thanks for the ride." I mumbled awkwardly before clambering out her car and heading into the gym. I was greeted by my team running towards me and screaming excitedly.
"Taylor!" I heard my coach exclaimed happily. I managed to climb out the cluster of cheerleaders hugging me and run to hug my coach. I walked with him into the actual gym, throwing my bag into the pile of bags from the rest of the team.
"Alright, this is gonna be a pretty laid back practise. We're just gonna hit a few full outs, 'kay?" Coach called out.
"Remember the routine?" Jack winked, getting into his position.
"How could I forget?" I laughed, standing ready to begin our routine.
CARL'S POV
"Are you going to Holly's party next weekend?" Debbie asked me across the dinner table.
"Probably not. If Taylor is then I will, though." I replied through a mouthful of mac and cheese.
"You're only going to a party if you're girlfriend is going?" Lip snorted.
"Lip." Fiona hissed, glaring at him.
"That's not the reason, dickface." I spat. "What I mean is personally I don't want to go but if Taylor wants to, which I highly doubt, then I'll go with her."
"Whatever, I'm going." Debbie spoke, finishing her dinner.
"I'll take that." Lip mumbled as he took his and Debbie's empty plates to the sink.
"How's things going with Taylor? You seem to really like her." Fiona spoke to me softly, grinning like an idiot.
"I do. I really like her." I breathed, smiling.
"Awh!" Debbie and Fiona gushed in unison. I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up." I chuckled, shoving a forkful of macaroni into my mouth.
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soft serve || carl gallagher/shameless
Fanfiction*i wrote this in 2015.. it's very bad and for some reason there are a couple missing chapters :/* [ COMPLETED ] [ © PVACHY ON WATTPAD ]
