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carl gallagher (shameless)

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I laid in Carl's bed dreading the thought of getting up. the comforters were warm and smelled slightly of his cologne. no one else occupied the boys room but me, and as far as I could hear the rest of the Gallagher house was empty as well.

I'd slept over like most nights, because of my alcoholic mother. she almost always held a cheap bottle of alcohol in one hand and a cigarette in the other. but unlike Carl's alcoholic father, my mother was abusive when under the influence.

so, when me and Carl first started dating, I told him about what went on at home since my father left us. he promised me that she'd never lay another finger on me and that whenever I needed to go back to my house for anything he'd be with me.

now, its been 4 months and 16 days, though whose counting? the time me and Carl have spent together has been the best of my entire life. every day I wonder how I got so lucky with someone so amazingly badass and sweet at the same time. he makes me feel like i'm actually wanted somewhere and not just to buy someone cigarettes with my fake id.

after what felt like hours of being cuddled up in his blankets with my head on his unbelievably comfortable pillow I decided I should get up. Carl vaguely woke me up this morning before he left and told me he was off to work before kissing my forehead. though, he never told me when he got off.

I sat up and realized I was only wearing underwear and a bra. sliding off the mattress I opened the top drawer of Carl's dresser and found a blue and white flannel.

good enough, I thought and slipped it on, buttoning up the front. there really was no need for shorts or pants because his flannel covered my legs until right before my knees.

grabbing my phone I saw that it was 2:17pm. I clicked on the messages app and clicked Carl's contact.

'hey babe, when do you get off work?' I typed and sent the message.

after using the bathroom I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. just as I thought, no one was home leaving me alone for god knows how long.

I heard my phones familiar ding and picked it up to see a text back from Carl:

'i'll be home by 3:30 baby, love you.' I read.

Carl would be back soon enough, and since I practically lived in this house and was the only one without a job I could still make myself useful.

I found some eggs and bacon in the fridge, bread on the counter and pancake mix in the cabinet. within minutes I had pancake batter ready to be cooked in a pan, the bacon already in the oven, the eggs mixed and some un-cracked because I knew Carl liked them sunny side up and the bread ready to be made into french toast.

after I'd flipped a couple of pancakes I heard the front door open and shut.

"y/n? hey, what are you making?" Debbie came walking into the kitchen and sitting at the bar in front of me.

"well you know, you guys have been super amazing for letting me stay here so I figured I should make myself useful for all of your kindness." I shrugged smiling at her.

"that's so sweet, you should permanently move in with us." a chuckled escaped my lips as she unsubtly winked at me.

"Debs, i'm grateful that is even an idea to you but I could never. all I would do is become a nuisance to you guys." shaking my head I averted my eyes to the next batch of french toast and pancakes.

"y/n that's not true. everyone loves you, especially Carl."

"bu-" she cut me off mid-word.

"if I didn't know any better I'd say you're turning white boy Carl soft." we laughed remembering when he'd just gotten out of juvie and would call himself that.