⋆¸*ೃ☼ COMPLICATED | CARL GALLAGHER

❛ THE FUCK'S THE DIFFERENCE? IT'S AN EGG EITHER WAY. ❜

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KEV HAD CUT YANIS'S BRAKE. he hadn't meant to, but he did. and yanis ended up getting hurt.

kev forced his family to go visit yanis in the hospital, no matter how badly they didn't want to.

elizabeth was convinced she should stay home until kevin pulled the i'm your dad card, so she had to. but, v said they could get food after, so she was less pissed then she was originally.

the family walked into his room, kev first, then lizzie, then veronica.

'yanis. hey, man. it's kev, v, and lizzie.' kev says.

'yeah, i'm paralyzed, not blind.' yanis replies.

kev took a deep breath before saying, 'look, we just wanted to say how, uh, really sorry we are for what happened to you. really, really, really sorry.'

'sorry the way any good neighbor would be.' v smiles sympathetically.

'you got any greek in you?' yanis asks.

'greek? no, no. i'm not sure. maybe. yeah, yeah, probably. i don't know.' kev rambled.

'you're a good friend.' yanis says. 'always a good man. you're greek for sure.'

lizzie sighed, thinking about how overdramatic yanis was.

'so when are they gonna move you to rehab?' v asks.

'i'm not going to rehab. i'm going home.' yanis replies. 'i don't trust that (c slur) doctor or the girly man. i'm checking myself out of this hellhole today.'

'you believe this shit, adelphe? eight years i serve in the marines, i walk away fine. i got these two kunas on the south side of chicago, i'm rolling out of here in a goddamn chair.' yanis continues.

'who?' lizzie asked, arching a brow.

'those two kunas! the ones who took my dogs.'

'oh, you talking about lisa and lisa?' v asks.

'yeah, they did this to me. they cut my brake line. those bitches are gonna pay. they're gonna fucking pay.' yanis says.

lizzie couldn't believe her ears. she couldn't process how he thought the lisa's could have done that, but maybe it was only because she knew the truth.

kev squeaked, lizzie would say it was similar to a dog toy or the sound her mom made before she overdosed.

'what'd you say?' yanis asked.

'he's just sympathizing.' elizabeth quickly said.

'his voice squeaks when he sympathizes, like a little girl,' v informs him. 'which we have two of, by the way. two little girls who need their daddy, kevin, so it is time for us to go. lizzie, give him the flowers.'

the young girl stood up, handing him the flowers. he looked at them for a few seconds before tossing them to the side.

'oh you motherf—' v had to pull her away before she could say anything to make him angry.

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WHEN THE THREE GOT HOME, lizzie, who didn't have a sister to watch for once, went over to the gallaghers. svetlana had agreed to watch the kids, including jasmine.

'it smells really fucking good in here.' she said, entering the house through the back door, like she normally did.

'carl bought food!' liam smiled.

lizzie plants a kiss on his forehead, taking a seat beside him. 'not just any food. i got orange juice with pulp and bacon and froot loops and cage-free organic eggs.' carl tells her, smirking.

'the fuck's the difference? it's an egg either way.' the blonde scoffed, crossing her arms.

'so, you don't want any?' carl asks.

'well, of course i want some. don't be stupid.' lizzie tells him, which brings another smirk to carl's face.

fiona walks downstairs soon, confused as to all the food in the kitchen. 'where'd all this come from?'

'carl bought froot loops.' liam tells her.

'and cage-free organic eggs and juice with the pulp in it.' carl explains again. he slides lizzie a plate. 'eat up, blondie.' he says.

'i have a name, thank you very much.' she muttered, rolling her eyes.

'where you getting all this money?' fiona asked.

'juvie job. saved up.'

'you better not be selling drugs again, carl.' fiona warns.

'nope, no drugs. i learned my lesson.' carl states.

'yeah right.' lizzie let out. 'bet he's found more kids to tape drugs to,'

ian scoffed. 'you better watch out. if she doesn't like what you're doing, she might try to fire you from the family.'

'yeah, or try to force you to get an abortion.' lizzie decides to just look down and continue to eat.

sean comes downstairs. 'smells good. bacon?' he asks.

'froot loops.' liam says excitedly. the blonde gives him a high five, served with a smile.

'you coming to work?' sean asks fiona.

'yeah, i just got to get dressed and talk to debs.' fiona answers.

'about what?' debbie responds, not even glancing at her.

'i want to apologize, okay?' fi responds.

'i'm gonna go.' he says, planting a kiss on her lips.

'i'll meet you there.' fiona says, as he begins to leave the house.

'oh, so you get to be late cause you're fucking the boss, right?' ian asks, obviously angry he got fired.

'lip already got you a new job, so cut the shit.' fiona warns. 'carl, can you drop liam at head start on your way to school?'

'do i look like a babysitter?' carl asks.

'no, you look like a criminal, but last i checked, you were still a gallagher.' fiona snaps. liam is literally going to die if carl's in charge of him, lizzie thought to herself.

'fine.' carl mutters.

lizzie sighed, rolling her eyes for what felt like the 400th time that morning. 'i'll come with. to make sure liam doesn't get hit by a car.' she said, finishing up her breakfast.

'let's go. come on, little homie.' carl said, picking up liam from his seat and setting him down on the floor. 'don't be a little shit. let's go.'

'you know, i don't think he appreciates you being such a dick to him.' lizzie muttered, taking liam's hand.

'well i don't appreciate having to take him.' carl fires back.

'i gotta go get my backpack.' carl informs the girl beside him. 'c'mon nick.'

the blonde sucked her teeth, watching as they ran upstairs. 'white boy is sketchy.' she muttered to herself and liam.

'white boy is sketchy.' liam repeats.

lizzie believed carl was up to something. he had to have been. she knew damn well a juvie job wouldn't have made him jack shit.

carl and nick come back downstairs after a quick thirty seconds. 'let's go blondie.'

'i literally have a name.' elizabeth scoffed, kneeling down so liam could climb onto her back. 'get on, bubba.'

nick opens the door for the group. 'hey, blondie, how'd you know about the whole tape/drug situation?' carl asked.

'frank told me about it. he said it was his proudest moment.'

carl smiled for a second, before shaking his head. 'yeah, well, i really am done with drugs.'

'you know, my mom was a drug dealer, at one point. mostly an addict, though.' lizzie told her with a frown. 'it's a good business, you can make, like, a fuck ton of money. if you don't get caught.'

'well, i wasn't planning on getting caught.' carl mutters.

'one time, my mom sold me for crack.' lizzie laughed, hopping a bit, so liam would stay on her back. 'took her like two weeks to get me back.'

'wha—who'd she sell you to?' he asked, letting out a laugh.

'some random dude. he made me work in a sweatshop with like a bunch of other kids.' lizzie explained.

'debbie had that happen to her once. in a group home.'

lizzie nodded, tucking some wisps of blonde hair behind her ears. 'it's shitty.' she chuckled. 'so, did you find any girls at school to harrass besides me?'

'just a girl named dominique,' carl tells her.

lizzie smiled, adjusting liam. 'you know, you're kinda cool when you aren't hitting on me.'

'i try.' carl smirks, making lizzie roll her eyes.

'i wanna get down!' liam complained.

lizzie was sure he would just wanna get back on in a few minutes. 'are you sure? because i won't let you back on the whole rest of the way.' i warn. 'do you still wanna get off?'

'no.' liam answers. it's like magic.

'you're really fucking good with kids.'

'well, when i was a kid, my mom always had some boyfriend or friends over and i had to watch their kids. plus, i just really like kids, i guess.' lizzie muttered, biting her nails. 'i'm also really good at cooking, because my mom couldn't really cook for us.'

'maybe you can cook for me sometime.' carl smirks.

lizzie scoffed, 'in your dreams,'

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