Carl Francis Gallagher and Bella Leticia Zambada-García sat on her couch, eating popcorn while they watched Final Destination. Carl laughs as a ladder falls into some guy's eye, killing him but Bella isn't watching the movie. Why does she like him? She tries to think as she stares at him with no shame and he doesn't even realize for a good five minutes.
"You good?" Carl asks, stuffing some popcorn in his mouth. She narrows her eyes as he chews loudly with his mouth open, she hated when people did that so why the hell did she wanna kiss him so bad? "Bella?"
She snaps out of it, smiling lightly as she tries to play it off. "Uhh yes?"
He furrows his eyebrows, looking at her with confusion written all over his face. "You were staring at me all weird"
Bella sighs, laying her head back on the couch and she looks at him out of the corner of her eye. "I kinda have a problem"
"Ookay" Carl nods and puts the popcorn bowl down to face her. "What's your problem?"
She turned her head and looked him in the eyes, he was so much closer than she realized and the proximity of their faces made heart beat faster. He looked at her lips and she noticed, making her lean in to connect their lips. Carl kissed her back and when they pulled apart the smirk on his face made her want to take it all back. "Is that what you had to tell me?"
The brunette laughs, her eyes scanning his face. "Yea pretty much"
"Well Holly and Ellie wanted me to go to their party tonight" He says and notices the look of disappointment on the girl's face. "But I think I wanna stay with you"
He expects her heart to be warmed but then she raises an eyebrow. "You think?"
Carl doesn't say anything else and instead grabs her face and kisses her again. It was worth the wait. Three years without her but the feeling of her lips against his and the smell of coconut from her hair made him feel like she never left. Like he always loved her and always would.
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Bella looked at herself in the mirror, inspecting the hickeys she was forced to cover up. Thanks Carl. She actually did a pretty good job, her foundation had definitely come in clutch this time and she sighed, looking at herself once more before stepping out. It was nice outside, not too hot and definitely not cold with a slight breeze to the air. She walked across the street and up the wooden steps of the Gallagher house. Bella entered and went into the kitchen where all of the occupants were, Lip and Fiona in the kitchen while Carl, Debbie and Liam sat at the table. She hoped Carl didn't tell them anything about the events that occurred last night and although she made him promise he wouldn't, she knew it could possibly be too much to ask of him.
"There you are!" Debbie exclaims at the sight of the girl. "Why'd you let Carl go to Holly's party last night and get attacked by those sluts?!" She asks and Bella looks at Carl who was hickeys all over his neck. Jesus Christ, maybe she went a little too overboard but it had just been so long since she kissed someone.
