𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 , carl gallagher

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

     'no!'

      'it's cold out there!' frank whined. lizzie winced at the yelling, holding her head in her hand.

      'get out.' ian told his father sternly.

     'i got liam into private school. that doesn't buy me breakfast?' frank questioned, outraged, as if he was right.

     'do you mind if i take this one?' trevor asked, stepping out from the kitchen to stand with the men.

     'be my guest.' ian shrugged, still holding frank back.

      'okay.' trevor stepped to stand next to frank. 'you were stealing from homeless people, frank. you were pretending to be their father and their guardian and then you turned them into slave labor for your own personal indulgence! you're lucky you're still alive, because no one would have blamed them for beating you to death and burying the body!'

      'and, no you don't get breakfast!' lizzie chimed in, groaning.

'okay, let go of the door before i hurt you, frank.' ian threatened, pushing him against the doorway.

     'i was their fake father. i'm your real father and i'm not gonna let go of the door until you let go of the door!'

     ian, fed up with his father, looked to trevor, 'get the pepper spray.'

      trevor clearly thought that was extreme, making a shocked face, muttering a 'really?'

      'come. . . would you— come on!' frank pleadingly stammered.

      'you've been warned, frank.' ian said. i'm gonna count to three. one. . .'

      frank leaned forward, looking to liam, who was sat eating his breakfast, and asked, 'hey, liam, would you get me a blanket?'

     'two. . .'

     'get me a blanket!' frank begged liam while trevor handed the redhead a canister of pepper spray, 'and some of that bacon. get me—'

     ian sprayed the pepper spray right into frank's face.

     'fuck!' he stumbled back and the door slammed in his face. 

     ian stood there as his father yelled from outside, tossing the pepper spray back to trevor. 'gallagher house.' 

     'as advertised.'

      'hey, are you okay?' ian questioned lizzie, who had put her head down flat on the counter.

     'i'm literally dying.' 

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     LIZZIE WAS HANGING OUT WITH jasmine at the skate park, sitting at a picnic table. they were eating some leftovers lizzie found in her fridge.

      'you know, i keep forgetting about you,' lizzie hummed, closing the tupperware of jasmine's spaghetti.

      'what?!' jasmine gasped, covering her very messy mouth. 

      'c'mere.' elizabeth grabbed her sister, and wiped around her mouth with the bottom of her shirt.

     but then, she heard her name being called. literally, who the fuck? she thought to herself. she looked around, checking who was calling for her. 'lizzie!'

      a boy headed over for her, with a grin on his face. 'do i know you?' lizzie questioned.

      'it's jasper,' the boy introduced. lizzie looked at him confused, so he clarified, 'max's friend.'

      'oh!' lizzie replied, remembering the one time she had met him before. 'nice to see you again,'

      'yeah, totally.' jasper grinned. 'so, how are you and max?'

      lizzie laughed nervously, before answering, 'we actually broke up recently.' she shifted jasmine onto her lap.

     'oh shit, my bad.' jasper replied, making a face. 'what'd he do?'

      'how'd you know he did something?' lizzie laughed.

      'cause he's an asshole.' the boy informed her, sitting down. 'that's just a fact.'

      'thought you guys were best friends,' lizzie said, grabbing her water from her bag.

      'we were once.' jasper answered, crossing his arms. 'then, he turned into a dick. i'll text him— to make plans and shit— he won't even open it for at least a week,'

      'he cheated on me.' the girl answered, sipping her water.

      'damn.' jasper groaned, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. 'you want one?' lizzie nodded, so the boy pulled one out for her. 'sorry he did pulled that shit on you, man. that's a low— even for him.'

      'last time i saw you, you said you'd kill him, still up for that offer?'

     'oh, totally.' jasper answered, lighting both the cigarettes and taking a hit off of his own. 'i'd love that.'

      'can i get your number?' lizzie questioned, pulling out her phone. 'we can plan the murder together.'

      'sure,' jasper grinned, grabbing it from her.

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     'LIP!' LIZZIE CALLED, ACROSS THE street from patsy's, jasmine in her arms. 'what the fuck is she doing?!' 

      'no clue.' lip responded as the two girls joined him in front of the laundromat. 

      'the lady who owns this place once called me a whore.' lizzie said as lip opened the door for them.  

     'jesus, what happened?' lip asked as he took in the surroundings. torn out washing machines and broken stuff everywhere.

     'place needed a little work.' fiona responded on the floor, scooping shit  into a bucket. jasmine made a face, to which lizzie laughed.

      'are you trying to do it all by yourself?' lip questioned, watching her closely.

      'outta money, so yeah.' she sighed.

      'i'm biting my tongue pretty hard here.' lip remarked.

      'i appreciate that. what do you need?' 

     'lemme go first,' lizzie stepped up, setting her sister down. 'i'm quitting.' 

      fiona paused. 'alright.' she nodded in disbelief. 'okay, great.'

      'sorry, i just can't do it anymore.' lizzie groaned. 'i'm so. . . drained.'

      'tell me about it.' fiona nodded, thinking it was silly for a fifteen year old girl to be drained. then, she remembered, at fifteen she was drained as well.

AUTHOR SPEAKS
hey yall lol anyways i didnt expect to bring jasper back again until the next act but lol