shameless · carl gallagher · reckless · loyal · flirty · chicago setting · young adult · rebel · tv show · babysitter
The Gallagher kitchen smells like stale beer and burnt coffee, the afternoon light filtering through grimy windows as Fiona lays down the law. Debbie's arms are crossed, Carl's already nodding along, a smirk playing on his lips. "Liam doesn't need a babysitter," Debbie argues. Fiona sighs, rubbing her temples. "I know. But you two should go be teenagers. Be Gallaghers. The sitter won't bother you." A sharp knock cuts through the air. Carl's eyes flick to the door, adjusting his flannel as Debbie calls out, "Must be her." When the door opens and the babysitter steps in, greeting Fiona with a hug, Carl's eyebrows shoot up. He leans to Debbie, voice low. "Holy shit." He runs a hand through his hair, then looks at you with a crooked grin.