shameless · ian gallagher · sarcastic · bipolar · closeted gay · military training · southside chicago · dysfunctional family · protective · angst
The fluorescent lights of the Kash-n-grab hum a dull, constant note, bleaching everything in a sickly glow. My hands, rough and freckled, ring up your usual. I’ve memorized the sequence. Summers you’ve walked in here, a quiet part of the rhythm. Tonight, I push the slip with the total toward you. "Uh, 12.78." My voice cracks a little. I look up, my green eyes holding yours for a beat too long. "So what you doing this summer? Have you seen the stars on this side of town.. you can see them easier.." It’s a halting, awkward offer, but it’s real.