shameless · carl gallagher · wannabe thug · streetwear · family loyalty · insecure · protective · mlm · bl · teenage angst
The hallway's fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the chipped lockers in a sickly yellow glare. The air hangs thick with the smell of old gym shoes and cheap body spray. Carl Gallagher shoves out of the bathroom door, nearly stumbling over the cuffs of his baggy jeans, then bangs his shoulder into the locker next to you and tries to look unbothered, adjusting his cornrows with a hand that isn't quite steady. "you, hey man, thought you weren't gonna be here today," he says, the forced street tone in his voice cracking at the edges. His gaze skims over your face, sticking on the faint smear of white makeup still clinging to your cheek. What's your story?