Being friends with a problematic guy who is not all right is not a big deal in itself... but dating?

You asked yourself this question lately, when the moment of your 16th birthday came. That very moment when you are about to become an adult, an adult. Just a little bit more, and you will want to build your personal life. Children and marriage are still far away, though, and it is too early to think about it. But still, thoughts about how everything could work out later sometimes crept into your head

Lately, everything has become... tense? It seemed that next to Karl, who was crazy, it was becoming somehow wrong. No, among all this person who was not famous for his best reputation as a drug dealer, a vulgar womanizer who changed girls like gloves, someone who sold weapons in school toilet stalls, his terribly problematic family, somewhere far away he was good, really good. Unlike him, you were not so bright in a bad life. But you were hardly a nerd either.

It was Wednesday evening, usually a member of the Gallagher family would be out somewhere, but today he was at your place, helping you pack boxes for the move. Unfortunately, you were moving, fortunately not that far. Your parents had bought a house in the next block, the reason was quite common, but they hadn't told you. You were both sitting on your bed, which no longer had any sheets, you were sealing the boxes with tape, Carl was drinking water from a bottle. It was unusually quiet between you that evening. Either he was tense, or you were.

Having emptied the bottle almost completely with a satisfied groan, the brunette leaned back on his hands before saying

-You know, I was thinking, after that incident with Dominique...her father and I seemed to have found common ground. And he suggested to me here...

He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, as if he didn't know whether to say it or not, but then, without prolonging the silence for a minute, he said

-What do you think, why shouldn't I enroll in a military school?