Partners In Crime // Carl Gallagher (COMPLETED)

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A couple of days had passed and Ian had somehow gotten Mickey out of jail. She didn't know on what grounds or why she was actually there but she didn't plan on asking, she was just happy he was home. She was also happy that he was back with his son and boyfriend, living at the Gallagher's because Terry had returned home. Except, to Missy's surprise, he wasn't home for less than twenty-four hours, it was hour seventy-right and the man hadn't any  caused trouble, publicly. He still beat the shit out of the boys and Mandy was nowhere to be seen and it was starting to scare Missy. Carl was still dating Kassidi, she was yet to get her necklace back and she spent everyday with Mike, preparing for the opening of Kevin's ice cream truck.

It was midday, she was sitting on the pool table of the Alibi while Terry played pool with a couple of his old friends. Veronica was working and watching them like a hawk. He'd banged down their door and demanded she came with him for the past few days so she went to keep him off her siblings backs. "You still fucking that Gallagher boy, Marissa ?" he asked as she shook her head. "Good, he's a joke, you just have to look at his sorry excuse of a father. You need to go for someone big and muscly who can protect you like Mandy's boyfriend but make sure he's not a perv, lord knows I hate pervs"  he said as the cigarette hung from his mouth as it was his turn in the game she wasn't paying attention to. The irony of his statement made her laugh, he was a hypocrite.

"Maybe I don't want to date anyone" she said, kicking her legs a fading the table which immediately earned her a hard slap across the face from him. "Don't fucking do that and of course you do. You're what, fourteen ? I found I was becoming a dad then" she said as she nodded. "I'm seventeen actually and I know, you keep saying" she said through an eye roll which he ignored. "Get me a drink and a pack of smokes" he said while shaking his glass to show her it was empty and then handed her a wad of cash.

"You're too unbelievable Missy" V whisper-yelled behind the counter once she cane over. "It's a drink with my dad" she said like it was nothing, she went behind the counter to refill the glass and get him a packet of cigarettes. "A drink with your psychotic dad who can't stay from prison and who you were taken away from at five years old" V whispered as she served one of the locals sitting at the bar. "You think I don't know that ? You think I'm not terrified ? I am but if he's with me. He's away from Micke and I'm okay with that" she said while shrugging and gathering his  requests to carry over to him.

"Marissa, beer, come on" Terry roared while clicking his fingers, Veronica instantly grabbed her arm. "I saw him slap you" she hissed but Missy ignored her and walked over to her father, setting down the beer and cigarettes. "Get out of my face for a little while" he said, dismissing her so she walked out and took a gulp of fresh air. She'd been cooped up in the bar for a couple of hours and was happy to see the outside again.

She walked to the Kash and Grab and saw Carl standing outside of it. "Did no one ever tell you that loitering was bad" she said as he shrugged, he looked upset. "What's wrong ?" she asked while folding her arms, he ignored her. "Hey, dickhead. If things didn't work out we're still best friends remember" she said, playfully punching him so he looked up at her for the first time during their conversation. "Me and Kass are fighting and she's gone back home which she hates. My heads a fucking mess because I think about you sixty million times a day and Mickey won't let me in there so now I'm just standing here" he said in a huff about to walk away but she stopped him. "You think about me ?" she whispered through a smile as he nodded. "Too fucking much" he whispered back.

"Y'know Kassidi, she told me that there was no point getting attached to you because you were going to leave again" he said as she titled her head, that stung. "There's something shady about her Carl" she said blankly as he shook his head. "She's misunderstood, that's all. We're in love" he said, trying to justify it but it sounded more like he was trying to prove it to himself rather than her. "Like we were ?" she asked through a laugh as he looked up. "We were falling in love, there's a difference" he said like the statement was effortless to make. That's what really hurt her, the fact that she never got her chance. She found herself nodding and turning. "Whatever you say Carl. I have to talk to Mick" she said about to walk away but he grabbed her wrist, he was worried for her and he looked her right in the eyes, it's all he needed to do, he didn't need to speak. He wanted to know why since she never visited Mickey at work.

"Terry's out of prison, I'm occupying his time by getting him whatever he wants. He wanted me out of his face for a while" he said as Carl nodded, turning her face to the side. "He hit you" he said, he sounded angry, he didn't mean to but he did. He was referring to the handprint on her face. "Whatever you want to call it. Hey, um, Kev said last night there's a party for Terry, you should come" she said as he raised an eyebrow. "You want me there ?" he asked with a smirk as she shrugged. "Yeah, uh, you and Kassidi, I'll be there with Mike. No big deal" she said while smiling as she pushed the door open and walked into the store.

"Were you canoodling with your ex out there ? I told him he's not allowed in here anymore" Mickey shouted the second she entered. He was sitting on a stool eating a tube of Pringles, just people-watching out of the window. He was meant to be the security guard but he was the one stealing a majority of the stock anyway. "Not a word" she said, ignoring a majority of what he said, she reached into the tube to take one of his Pringles but he instantly swatted her hand away. "It is if I say it is. I'll kick Albert Einstein's ass if he didn't put in the dictionary and keep your dirty fucking paws off my food. Why are you here ?" he said bitterly while chomping into her face to rub in the fact that she couldn't have one. "Einstein didn't write the dictionary dumbass" she said as he raised his eyebrow. "Last time I checked, you haven't gone to school in months so your brain is fried, you don't know shit" he said while stuffing another one into his mouth. "Oh my god fuck you" she shouted while slapping him.

"I actually came by to tell you not to worry about Dad" she said as he shrugged. "Why would I worry about that asshole ?" he asked as she pretended to think. "Because he wants you fucking dead and I'm out there. Sitting on a pool table, doing everything he says. So you could be a little bit nicer about it" she said as he looked at her. "Oh my god. You're his little bitch" he said while laughing as she looked at him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry" he said with his hands up. "Is the little baby mad ?" he said in a mocking tone  while poking her face but she stood there, looking at him, sternly. "Fuck you then dry balls" he spat as he threw the empty tube towards the end of the store.

"Party tonight for the shit. Come" she said as he shrugged. "Why would I celebrate him ?" he asked as he turned to look at her for the first time since she'd entered the store. "Holy shit your face is the colour of Ian's head" he said as she nodded. "Terry hits hard" she said as he shook his head. "I'm coming then" he said as she nodded. She grabbed herself a packet of cigarettes and a pink doughnut but a voice boomed across the shop.

"Micke, Jesus. First there's you eating everything. Now one of the other little heathens" she said as Mickey nodded. "Hey Linda. Suck on this" he shouted before sticking up his middle fingers at her. "Hey Mick" she said as he stopped laughing and looked at her. "Where is Mandy ? " she said as he shrugged. "The fuck should I know ? I thought she was staying with dad and my ex wife who he probably fucks." he said as Missy shook her head. "I know just as much as you okay" he said as she nodded as Missy spent the rest of Mickeys shift with him. He found weird but enjoyed the company. She desperately wanted to ask about the DVD Shelley made for them years ago. But she just couldn't