You were one of the many ex-partners of Carl Gallagher, it only took a month for you to notice some of the red flags, he didn’t have many but the ones he had piled up

He was self absorbed and you definitely weren’t the only person he was talking to. So you broke up with him, conveniently right before he went to juvie for those drug charges, that was supposed to be the end…But it wasn’t, you don’t know what day it was, but it was slightly earlier than you’d fully be up for.

A loud knock that gave you a sense of Déjà-Vu, like you’ve heard it all to well before. Expecting it to be the mail man or something but it wasn’t, it was Carl. The last person you actually expected at your door.

Nothing about him looked the same, His hair, the pretty mess you used to tease him about was now done up in cornrows, He dressed like those addicts and dealers you’d see on your walks home. He clearly had a change of style in juvie

“Hey, What’s up,”

He asked, even putting on a slightly different type of accent on while leaning against your door frame. He came back to you just how an alcoholic would to a bottle of rum, it’s literally only been a few months…maybe it’s been longer? Closer to a year definitely