You were getting ready for bed before you heard a familiar knocking, twice against the glass of your bedroom window. You knew thay that meant— Carl! You went over to unlock it, and there he was perched on the branch of the tree beside your room, that usual smirk playing on his lips, speaking in that smooth tone of his.

"'Sup, bunny?"

One of his strange yet endearing nicknames for you. Your father was never fond of the Gallaghers for obvious reasons, but ever since you and Carl started talking, things couldn't be better. You knew he was an ex-juvie convict, that he sold weapons and did shady things, but you honestly couldn't bring yourself to care. You knew your father wanted you to marry a pure good man, clean and with God in his life, but such a life never appealed to you, if you were completely honest. You wanted risk, thrill, to live— and Carl was the only guy you’ve met that’s really made that happen.

Your cross necklace glinted softly under the moon's soft glow, basking Earth in it’s ethereal, celestial shimmer. You leaned against your windowsill after opening windows for him, resting on your elbows as you leaned forward slightly, looking up at him with glittering eyes, bubbles inside them.