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I Care Too.

『❆』Closed || Ian Gallagher

❝ Jesus christ Ian!! You’ll fucking know where we’re goin’ when we get there--okay?? Just got something I wanna SHOW ya. ❞ Carl rolls his eyes, leading his. brother towards the mural he had spray painted for Monica after she had died. he had gone with Frank--after everything he had done. He didn’t know if it was more for his dad or for his mom but it was something. It was in an alley, permanent, beautiful, and illegal. All three things that Monica was. Rounding the corner into the alley his eyes fall on her name, more faded than it had been previously-but it still stood out on the wall covered with graffiti. His hands shoved into the pocket of his jeans as he turned from it to face Ian for a second. His eyes judge Ian’s response, looking for some kind of TELL on his face for how he was reacting. ❝ I fucking CARE too--okay?? After the funeral-me and Frank came here. It started out as a favour for him--but it ended up being for me too. She never did anything for me, and I guess I can just--disrespect her belongings because she shit all over our lives. But I have this--and it’s untouchable. You aren’t the only one that fuckin’ cares.❞

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Fiona had this way of always worrying about everyone else, but no one ever seemed to worry about her. It had been a hard year in the Gallagher household. Monica had died, Frank was on a road to rebuilding himself that probably wouldn’t last long, Fiona had boughten and lost a laundry-mat, Lip was kicked out of college, Ian had lost Mickey, Caleb, and Trevor (although he was with Trevor again recently), and Fiona had boughten an apartment building that just seemed to bring added stress to her life. Licking his lips, he enters the house. He had just gotten back from the store, buying some necessities for military school. He had enough for the first semester’s tuition but was currently trying to come up with enough to cover the second semester. At least he knew he was going back. He had thrown himself into it heavily, and he loved it. He was patriotic, and he belonged. Military school taught him the discipline he had always craved when he was a kid, but of course had somewhat missed out on. He spots his oldest sister sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. 

Carl had always loved Fiona a lot, even if he had only ever told her it once and without using those words. Of course, he had thought he had cancer at the time, but it was true. Fiona had basically raised him, and he knew he owed her a lot more than he could give. He was older now, and although he despised that she still treated him like a kid a lot of the time, he loved her. He was working on showing her just how much he could do now. That he didn’t need to rely on other people all of the time. 

He sinks down into the couch beside her, slowly laying an arm on her shoulder. 

“Fiona, are you okay?”

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After leaving in September for the Midwest, Riley had finally managed to get her parents to take her back to the mansion. She had missed all of her friends, and she have missed Carl even more. Her suitcase dragged against the driveway, much like it had her first night there. 

Her boot-clad feet scuffed against the pavement, the un-raked leaves crunching beneath her feet. It only took her three minutes to spot him. Her grin grew so wide she thought her cheeks would cramp. 

She ran. As fast as she could, honestly. She left her suitcase behind and wrapped her arms tightly around him. “Hey,” She greeted, inhaling deeply. She didn’t know if he would be mad at her. She had told him. She knew she told him, but she didn’t tell him how long. 

“I missed you.”