fallin hard ☠︎ carl gallagher

twelve

11 am—

"Charlie?" I woke up to my sister waking me up, shaking my shoulder.

"Charlie?" Alex said again louder.

"Whaaaaaat??" I groaned.

"Why didn't you wake me up this morning to tell me you came home?"

"Because I was fucking tired. Now leave me alone please," I yawned.

"Can't, actually," Alex grinned. She raised her eyebrows.

"Oh goddamn it," I sighed. "What's it this time?"

Alex looked over to my dresser and I followed her eyes.

I rolled my eyes, seeing a bouquet of red roses. I cracked a little bit of a smile, even though some of the flowers were bent and crushed. It's Carl. It was obviously Carl.

I walked up to the dresser and grabbed the flowers.

"Look at the note," Alex laughed sitting down on my bed.

A little ripped piece of paper was attached to the side of the flowers. It read:

I'm sorry about yesterday night.
I'll make it up to you baby.
- daddy carl ;)

I scoffed.

"What is that, Charlie?" Alex asked with a smirk.

I cupped my face with my hands, "I'll tell you about it later."

"One more thing," Alex started, "he's.... here."

I quickly turned my head to her. "Are you shitting me!?"

"Nope!" Alex had the cheesiest grin on her face.

"Well, did you tell him to leave?" I threw my arms up.

"No, he's in the living room, really quiet actually," she spoke in a nonchalantly way.

I was fuming.

"Can I let him come?" Alex asked.

I rolled my eyes. I wanted nothing to do with Carl. But since he was already here, I decided to let him into my room. "Fine."

I laid against the headboard of my bed, scrolling through my phone.

He walked into my room and Alex closed the door, giving us some 'space'.