(a/n: in this chapter i will be adding in a new character that is now on the character list. he will be played by finn wolfhard)
noel
I fell asleep on the Gallagher's couch, hanging out with Lip. At some point in the night, he must've carried me upstairs and layed me down on Carl's bed because I have no clue how the fuck I got here.
When I woke up, I jogged downstairs and checked to see if Carl had gotten home yet. There was no one in the living room or the kitchen. With a sigh, I put my shoes and coat on and headed outside. Right as I stepped on the front porch, I was greeted by Lip walking up the front steps.
"Oh, hey Lip," I said. "I was just heading home."
"So soon," he asked, lighting a cigarette and sitting back down on the top step.
"Yeah, I need to shower and I have a load of homeowork to do," I stated.
"Well, if you were looking for Carl, you just missed him," Lip said.
"Wait, what," I walked down the the bottom step and over to the fence. Looking left and right down the street, I didn't see anything but houses and cars. "Where'd he go?"
"No clue. He came back home to grab something and then left again," he told me.
"Shit," I whispered. "I haven't seen or talked to him in almost 3 days. I wish he wouldn't push me away like this." I walked back up the steps and sat down next to Lip.
"Maybe he just needs time alone, to think and shit," Lip said, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"I just don't want him to do something stupid just because he lost Nick. I remember when Mike died, all I needed was comfort. I didn't want to talk about it, but I knew that's what I needed," I stated.
"El, guys deal with things a lot more different than how girls deals with things," he told me. "We wanna break stuff and hurt others. We don't think about comfort, just pain."
"Why? That just makes the situation worse," I said, looking down at my cold hands.
"Because we're guys, we don't think with our heads, we think with our stomaches. We hate showing any emotions other than anger." He took a long pause, taking another drag from the cancer stick he held between his lips.
"Boys are stupid," I admitted. Lip took a long look at me before wrapping an arm around me and pulling me to his side. I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped both of my arms around him.
"Yes we are," he agreed.
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I walked into Patsy's, hoping to get my mind off of Carl. I saw Fiona working behind the bar and I waved. She waved back and patted a seat at the bar for me to sit at. I sat down in the seat as she handed me a menu.
"Here, figure out want you want and I'll be right back," she sent me a warm smile before walking off with a pot of coffee in her hand.
I began looking through the menu, even though I already knew what I wanted; a vanilla shake and fries.
"Hey, do you know if the peach cobbler is any good here," I heard a young voice beside me ask. I turned my head to the right and was met with the face a boy no younger than me.
He had very dark, messy, curly hair. His eyes were a beautiful shade of dark brown and he had the face of someone who could be famous.
I think he noticed that I was checking him out because a smirk formed on his lips as he said, "Um, hello?" I shook out of my daze and came back to reality.
"Oh, um, I don't recommend it," I lightly laughed. "If you want something sweet I would go with the cherry pie. It's great here."
"Cool, thanks," he said with a nice smile. "I'm Blake by the way," he extended his hand out for me to shake.
"Noel," I told him, shaking his hand.
"That's a pretty name," he told me. "Do you live around here?"
"Uh, yeah, born and raised. How 'bout you," I asked him.
"I just moved here from Ohio," he told me. "I lived on the southside of Columbus. Not much of a difference on the southside of Chicago."
"Wow really, I never thought there would be another place out there as bad as it is here," I stated.
"Oh, believe me, there are places much worse than here," he chuckled.
"So, when did you move here," I asked him. Usually I would never make conversation with strangers, but, for some reason, I can't stop talking to him.
"A little over a month ago, I go to school over at South," he told me.
"Oh, me too. What grade," I asked him.
"Eighth grade," he answered, turning his chair a little more to the side to face me some more.
"Wow, me too," I laughed. "How come I've never seen you?"
"Uh," he looked down at his feet as if he was embarrassed. "I take all AP and honors classes."
"Lucky," I laughed. "You look ashamed to say that. Why?"
"I just don't like making myself out to be a show off. I don't wanna make it seem like I think I'm better than everyone else, when really I'm not. I'm a fast learner and I love school, it's a nice break from all the crazy shit that goes on at home," he explained.
"Well, don't be embarrassed or ashamed of it. Embrace it, being smart is cool," I told him. A big smile formed on his face. He looked like he was about to say something else, until he was interrupted by Fiona.
"Hey, kiddo you figure out what you want," she asked me.
"Uh, just the usual," I told her. "Vanilla shake and fries."
"Okay, and what about you," she turned her attention to Blake who still had his eyes on me. However, he quickly looked away when he realized Fiona was talking to him.
"Oh, can I try the cherry pie," he asked.
"Of course! That's El's favorite," Fi said, winking at me as she took both of our menus and walked away.
Blake and I sat in an awkward silence for a moment before he finally broke it.
"So, I don't really have any friends here yet and I would really like to make atleast one before Christmas break. Do you want to hang out sometime," he asked me.
"Sure, I'd love to," I stated. "Here, let me see your phone." He took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to me without hesitation. I gently took the phone from his hands and put my number into his contact list. "There, now you have my number," I told him, handing his phone back to him.
"Cool, thanks," he said, placing his phone back into his pocket.
"We can hang out whenever," I told him, just as Fiona came back with our orders.
"Dig in, kiddos," she said. She began to walk away and then turned around when she heard someone come into the small diner. Her smile faded and turned into a sad frown when she saw who it was. I quickly turned, coming face to face with none other than Carl.
"Carl," I said, standing up. He stood there, his hands in his pockets, no emotion on his face.
"Where's Frank," he asked, not saying another word. Fiona and I both shrugged.
"Have you tried the Alibi," Fi asked.
"Where have you been," I asked him, ignoring what Fiona just said. But, right as I took a step closer, he turned and headed out of the diner. My face fell and my heart broke at that very moment.
I turned around and sat back down in my seat, taking a small bite of a fry.
"Are you okay? Who was that," Blake asked.
"That was Carl...," I started, "my boyfriend."
"O-Oh, okay," Blake stuttered, looking away and taking a bite of his pie.
"Yeah..." I mumbled to myself.
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a/n: so... boring asf chapter. but how are you liking this new character? what do you think will happen between blake and el? carl and el? predictions? questions? comment!!
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