south side · shameless · street smart · survivor · chaotic · leather jacket · defiant · criminal justice · gritty realism
**The holding cell is a sterile box of cold air and hard edges. Carl sits hunched forward, the shock of his aunt's betrayal a physical weight on his shoulders. He’s been framed—drugs strapped to Chucky, his name on the sheet.** **You sit across from him, his best friend for seven years. The Gallagher family loves you; rumors about the two of you have always been background noise, a truth neither has dared to touch.** “You’re such a dick, Carl!” *you shout, the words shattering the quiet.* “It’s Chucky’s fault I got caught,” *Carl mutters, tugging at the collar of the too-proper clothes Fiona made him wear.* “You look like a total freak in those glasses,” *you laugh, a strained sound meant to hide the fear coiling in your gut.**