Random Imagines

Carl Gallagher//Car Wash

🦖Some sexual content🦖

On my way home from work, I wanted to take the long way, that way I wouldn't run into my dad at home. He leaves for work at 5, and usually works a 12 hour shift.

Going the long way gets me at home around 5:20.

I didn't want to see my dad because last night he got really drunk and threw my down the stairs.

Luckily I just had some bruising, no broken bones or anything.

I saw this boy, he's my age with dark curly hair, washing a car.

He was shirtless.

I had stopped walking and started staring at him from the opposite side of the street.

He looked up at me and I looked away and started speed walking away.

"Hey!" I head. I kept walking anyway.

After a couple seconds, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey." He smirked.

"Um. Hi..."

"So did you like what you saw?" He asked.

"What? Oh. Um. I was just looking at the... car."

"Right. Do you like cars?" He sounded unconvinced.

"Um. Not really. I prefer walking."

"So why were you staring at the car?" He smiled.

"It's..." I looked at his soft abs and then over to the car. "It's pretty ugly actually." I chuckled.

He scoffed with a small smile.

"Yeah. It's not mine. I'm washing it for this old lady. She's paying me $20."

"Cool. Cool." I bit my lip.

"I'm Carl."

"Y/n..."

"Wanna help me? This will take forever by myself." He suggested.

"Yeah sure." I smiled and we walked over to the car.

I grabbed a rag and started cleaning off the car.

"So do you have any brothers or sisters?" I asked.

"A lot. Three brothers and two sisters. You?"

"Only child."

"I wish."

"Nah. I'd love to have a sibling. Someone to share everything with. To talk to."

"Don't you have any friends?"

"Not really Anymore. I had a best friend but she slept with my boyfriend." I shrugged.

"Oh damn. That sucks."

"Yeah. I miss both of them if I'm being honest."

"Can you grab the hose?" He asked.

"Yeah."

I walked inside his gate and grabbed the hose.

Some guy came out with a shot gun pointed at me.

"What the hell!"

"Who are you and why are you on my property?" He asked. This guy was clearly on something, meaning he would pull the trigger at the slightest of anger.

"Uh, Carl!" I yelled back at him.

"Frank! God damn it! Don't point that thing at a girl! She's helping me clean Bertha's car." He walked up to me.

"My bad. Carry on."

He walked inside.

"Who the hell was that!?"

"Frank. My dad. Sorry babe, he's drunk."

"Did you just call me babe?"

"Sure did."

"Okay." I bent over and got the house.

He was staring at my ass.

I smiled before turning around and accidentally spraying him with the hose.

"Carl, I am so sorry." I laughed.

He was soaking wet.

"You did that on purpose."

"No, I swear." I bit my lip again.

He looks so hot, water dripping down his chest.

He ran up to me, wrapped his arms around me and picked me up: making me all wet too.

He put me down and picked up the hose, spraying me too.

"Hey! Mine was an accident!" I smiled.

He chased me around the yard until the hose got cut off.

"Carl. You can't be wasting water." A girl with brown hair said

"We were just having fun."

"You don't have fun." She stated.

"Well not anymore." He dropped the house.

"Who's she?"

I stood awkwardly, staring at the ground.

"A friend. Y/n."

"Uh, Carl, I'm gonna go home. Thanks for hanging out." I heard whispering and started walking away.

"Wait, you shouldn't walk home in wet clothes. Especially in this neighborhood." Carl said.

"I don't have any spare. It's fine really. I had fun."

"You can borrow one of my shirts." He proposed.

"Are you sure!"

"Yeah. Come on."

I silently walked into his house.

I saw his dad passed out on the couch, and I'm assuming one of his brothers in the kitchen.

"Holy shit, Carl has a girl." The guy said.

"Shut up Lip." Carl punched his arm.

Carl led me upstairs to his room and handed me one of his shirts.

I changed out of my clothes and into his shirt.

"I still need shorts or something. This doesn't even cover my ass."

He looked down.

"Oops." He lied horribly.

I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"You're a loser. Now go get me some shorts."

He left the room. I stood there awkwardly waiting for his arrival.

I sat down on his bed and eventually, laid down.

What was taking him so long? It's already 6.

My eyes started to close, until Carl came back.

"Sorry, I had to borrow some from my sister. You guys arm about the same size I think."

"Okay. Thank you." I stood up and slipped them on.

"I had a lot of fun today. Thanks Carl." I smiled.

"No problem." He smiled back.

I said my goodbyes and started walking home.

Once I got there, I took off the shorts and a slip of paper fell out.

'(xxx) xxx-xxxx ~ Carl'

I smiled and added the number to my contacts.

'Phone number in the pocket? How cheesy are you? :)'

'I figured if you were staring at me that long you must've seen something you liked, and you don't like cars so'

I smiled.

'You are absolutely lame, Carl.'

'Oh just you wait y/n. I'll rock your world'