Bad

thirteen

noah's pov

i woke up on debbie's bed, carl next to me, cuddling up to my side.

but where the hell was debbie?

i guess carl heard me waking up and smirked against my neck, feeling his lips on me once again made me completely weak from the waist down.

he used his tongue and began to literally make out with my neck, i moaned softly, his hand traveling up my thigh, into the insides of them, his hand gripping the skin firmly.

i turned to look at him, his lips soon connecting with mine, full of pure passion.

he had never really kissed me that way before, his hand cupping my jaw, rolling on top of me, pulling his shirt off.

...

"noah wake up!" debbie yelled, causing me to become aware of what was happening, i was having a wet dream about her brother.

"why were you moaning my brothers name?" she asked, confused, her arms crossed, frowning at me like she was disappointed.

"ian's hot what can i say?" she threw a pillow at my head.

"ian's gay."

"oh yeah!"

whoops!

"i didn't know ian changed his name to carl." she said, obviously sarcastically. what was i even supposed to say?

"debbie shut up!" i threw a pillow at her head, a little too hard. my bad.

"you just did not!" she said, her voice turning into a laugh.

she chucked the pillow back right at my head, that totally just ruined the bun moment i was having. before we knew it, it turned into a full on pillow fight until we were rudely interrupted by the door creaking open, it was fiona, once she saw that we were actually wide awake she fully stepped foot inside the room, debbie's baby in her arms. she let her down into her ikea crib. how did they even afford that? lip probably stole it to be honest..

"so carl made breakfast if you want any, it's downstairs." she told basically me and not debbie, her eyes only pinning on me. debbie rolled her eyes and got up, walking to the crib and looking over frannie.

debbie really loves her. she was meant to have her, age is just a number.

i followed fiona downstairs since i was kind of hungry, well more hungry to see carl.

as i walked down the stairs into their kitchen, i instantly see carl at the stove, flipping what looks like is bacon. oh thank god, if he was making just toast i'd be very disappointed.

carl looked up from his food to me, well my legs. i had on borrowed shorts from debbie. granted they were a little big on me so they were halfway slipping up, so i just pulled my oversized shirt down to get carl's attention.

"stop being a pig for once." fiona remarked, i laughed and sat down at the island on one of their plastic stools next to liam who was doing homework? or just coloring? was he in school i forget..

"good morning sunshine."

i looked up to see the words had fallen out of ian's mouth as he walked into the other way in the kitchen. i smiled as i got up from my stool in excitement to see him, he pulled me in for a hug, picking me off the ground a little bit.

when he let me down i looked back at carl who was intently staring at the interaction between me and his older brother.

he looked back at his food once he realized i had caught him staring. this is such an awkward situation for the both of us isn't it? i don't really know how the act around him. even putting the whole having the biggest crush on him part aside.

it's time to move on though, i think i can do better with brandon? i could probably fall for him just as fast.

probably.

veronica walked through the kitchen back door with two plastic bags in each hand, placing them on the dining table.

"put this to use." she told fiona, i didn't bother to check out what was in the bags though, it's probably just something sketchy i don't need to get involved with.

i heard the door slam behind me, what was her problem?

i got distracted when carl slid me a plate, bacon. finally. he smiled at me, it was kind of a smirk but i couldn't read it. but whatever it was, it made my heart beat, incredibly fast. how can one person have this much affect over me?

over every girl he's with.

how does he do it? how do girls fall for guys they know are bad for them? if i knew the answer i probably would stay far away from the gallagher household. maybe even from debbie.

but do i even have a reason to be mad at him for that? no. a couple hours earlier i was quite literally making out with someone. even if he doesn't care that i was, there wasn't a reason to be mad at him i guess.

"so what's your problem?" he asked as i almost stuck a piece of bacon in my mouth.

"what do you mean?" i replied, obviously dodging the question.

"i know you came here last night for me, why'd you dip with my sister?"

"your sister is my bestfriend."

he laughed at my words, "so it has nothing to do with that brandon guy or the girl i had over."

"you give yourself too much credit."

i stood up and walked around the kitchen to drop my plate into the sink and when i turned back around, there he was standing there. "i think we should really get on our next lesson." i took a deep breath,

"which is?"

"let's go upstairs?"