Imagine...
Since you bought the gun from Carl, he hasn't left you alone once.
It's annoying. But in a way, it's kinda cute.
You remembered him from before he left, and always thought he was pretty cool.
But now that he's back and has this... forty year old looking man with him, he acts like a wannabe.
But you have to say one thing. He stands his ground.
You were leaving school, walking down the sidewalk towards your house, when suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, instantly making you whirl around, stopping in your tracks, only to be met with Carl and his friend.
You sighed, but smiled a little, making him smirk.
"What's up boo? Why you walking home alone?"
You rolled your eyes, turning back around, continuing to walk, grinning a little.
"Ah c'mon beautiful. Don't be that way. You know I can protect you."
He caught up with you, suddenly putting his arm around you, making you chuckle, pulling out your gun from your bag, looking at him, smirking back.
"I don't need your protection Gallagher. I got a pistol. Remember...?"
He stopped, slowly taking his arm away from around you, that little smirk still on his lips.
You laughed, point the gun at him, his face not changing.
Good. There's no bullets in it yet anyway. But hey. The scare tactic that comes with just having a gun is fun.
"You handle it well boo. But you sure you don't want me as your protecter? I bet you can handle me well.."
You rolled your eyes, putting the gun back in your bag, continuing to walk.
"Alright! See you tomorrow boo! I'll be waiting...."
You just laughed, looking up ahead of you.
