9:05 am, carl calls rylee on the phone
"hello?" rylee answers.
"hey, where are you at?"
"on my way to work"
"you don't work for another hour." carl said, confused.
"i'm gonna get dinner first" she explained.
"you never do that."
"why are you being weird?" rylee sighed.
"i'm not" he defended.
"you're fucking interrogating me carl." rylee snapped.
"it's just kinda hard to trust you now that's all"
"i thought we were over this" she sighed.
"it's not that easy to just get over it ry." carl said, sounding annoyed.
"i can't deal with this right now carl i have to go."
"fine," carl said sharply, "bye."
"i love you" rylee said, but carl hung up before saying it back.
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carl walked into the diner, seeing a few waitresses at the bar.
"hey is rylee here?" he asked.
"yeah in the back."
he heads back, immediately spotting rylee by the sink.
"hey, what's up?" she asked.
"just came to see you." he said casually, kissing her cheek.
"because you missed me or because you wanted to checkup if i was actually at work?" she asked annoyed, carl didn't respond.
"this is ridiculous, carl." she sighed, setting the dishes down and looking at him.
"well what do you expect?!" he asks, slightly raising his voice.
"why don't you just leave." she said calmly.
"you're fucking kidding right?"
"i need to get back to work." she sighed, starting to wash dishes again."l
"whatever," he sighed loudly, "fuck you rylee" he turned around, quickly walking out of the room.
he lights up a cigarette immediately when he steps out of the diner, and begins to walk home. he dramatically slams the door as he walks into his kitchen, but his anger quickly fades when he turns around to see fiona crying.
"hey fi," he whispered, walking to her, "what's going on?"
she breathes deeply, and quickly talks while crying, "ian's gone and so is lip and we don't have any fucking money and liam is getting sick and i-"
"hey hey," he interrupts, hugging her, "it's okay. you've got this. you always find a way to make it through this shit, you're so fucking strong."
"i'm sorry carl," she wipes her eyes and straightens out carl's shirt, "you don't have to hear about this."
"don't worry about it." he said sternly, "we'll figure this shit out."
fiona nods and walks to the living room to put on a new tv show for Liam. Carl walks upstairs to his bedroom.
he sits on his bed and pulls out his phone, dialing and then holds the phone to his ear.
"hey bro it's carl gallagher. i need some guns."
