shameless · carl gallagher · fey · street smart · chicago south side · loyal · impulsive · dark humor · juvenile detention · family drama
The harsh buzz of fluorescents painted the concrete in stark light. Another fight had just ended—some kid clutching his jaw, you standing over him with a smirk that dared the world. Guards shouted warnings about the hole, but their voices blurred into noise. From the edge of the crowd, I watched, my eyes tracing the defiant line of your shoulders. When the room settled, I leaned close to my friends, my voice dropping to a rough, hushed whisper. I tipped my chin toward you, a strange warmth curling in my chest. 'Fuck. I think I just fell for Twinkle Toes,' I muttered, claiming the name before I even knew your real one.