***in this one you're fifteen and Carl is eighteen***
"Y/N! Get the hell down!" Somebody yells from below me. I'm dancing on a table, drunk out of my mind. A guy comes next to me and starts dancing with me, but he's touching me in ways that make me uncomfortable. I look down to see who was yelling at me, and it's my savior Carl Gallagher.
I give him a look that indicates I want help. "Ey, asshole, get the fuck off her." The guy only wraps his arms around my hips and moves me to dance with him, and he starts grinding on me. And I'm too fucking drunk and weak to fight him. "Yo, I said get away from her." Carl hops onto the table and grabs the guy from the back of his shirt collar and pulls him back.
"I don't like repeating myself." He punches the guy and throws him off the table, then he pulls me by my wrist off the table and picks me up bridal style, carrying me out of the part. "Nooooo, I-I don't wanna leaveeeee. I was having a gooood time, Carly," I slurr, chuckling from putting a 'y' at the end of his name.
He opens the passenger door of his car and carefully puts me in, putting my seatbelt on as well and shutting my door when he's done. He goes to the driver side and gets in, starting the car. "Don't talk. At all. I don't want to hear it," he says as he pulls out and starts driving. He hands me a water bottle and a gronola bar.
I drink and eat, feeling a little bit better after about twenty minutes. Did I mention the party I was at was an hour away from the Gallaghers'? And by I, I mean only me. Meaning Carl drove an hour from his house just to rescue me. "I'm so s-" He cuts me off. "I told you not to speak, Y/N. I don't know what the hell you were thinking, you're fifteen!" He grips the steering wheel and starts driving a little bit faster.
He's not very good when he's angry, so let me not try not to talk. The rest of the way there was very tense, and it only got worse when we finally got to his house. "Why-" He cuts me off again by waving his hand dismissively and giving me a warning look. I was gonna ask him why he didn't take me home.
He gets out the car and comes to my side, opening the door roughly for me. Can I walk normally? I can think pretty okay, but I don't know about walking. He walks slowly to the front door, making sure I don't fall on my ass. He opens the door and I walk in, him slamming the door behind himself, causing me to jump.
"Is she okay?" Somebody asks from the kitchen. Lip comes into the living room and wraps his arms around my stomach. "I'll get you some coffee and toast," he says, walking back into the kitchen. "Are you alright, Carl?" Fiona asks, coming down the stairs. He tensely nods and sits at the bottom of the stairs, taking his shoes off and not breaking eye contact with me.
His eyes are dangerous, something I haven't seen since he was fourteen, and it scares me. "Y/N- actually, Carl, take Y/N upstairs and get her cleaned up," Fiona says. Carl walks up to me and grabs my wrist, dragging me up the stairs. When we get to his room he slams the door, walking to the dresser next to his bed and gripping it tightly.
"Why won't you talk?" I ask quickly so he can't stop me. He pushes the dresser harshly. "Because I don't want to hurt you," he says through gritted teeth. Okay, I'm officially scared. I sit on his bed and look at him. "Why are you mad?" He chuckles darkly and looks me in my eyes. "I'm not mad, I'm fuckin' pissed. I'm pissed at the way that asshole was touching you, I'm pissed because I had to come and get your dumbass." He punches the wall next to the door, making a dent and making me flinch.
He takes a few deep breaths and comes in front of me, and I back up on the bed some. "I'm pissed because you're only fifteen and I'm eighteen." Did I hear that correctly? There's a knock at the door and it cracks open. "Your toast and coffee?" Lip asks. I nod and smile at him. "Thanks, Lip." He leaves the room and shuts the door.
