rehab

Ever since Carl came back from jail, he's been trying to quit drugs. Obviously he's struggling since just last month, he got you faded. He's been telling you that he's doing better. But you can sense when he lies. His ears move and he always looks nervous. Plus I guess he thinks your nose is immune to weed. "Delacruz, I swear I don't smoke anymore." he cries. "Open your drawer." you say. He hesitates. "Okay fine." He opens the drawer and you see a whole bag full. You shake your head. "Come on now Gallagher. You got to do better." You pick up the bag and shake it. "What are you doing?" he asks. "It's for your own good." You take the bag and walk to the restroom. "No no no no" Carl screams. He tries to snatch the bag from you but you start to dump it in the toilet. "THE FUCK?" he yells. "Who the hell are you yelling at Gallagher?" you look at him surprised. "Are you serious?" he whines. You flush the toilet and smile. "Yup." Carl walks out of the bathroom and slams his door. You follow him and open the door. "Gallagher look." You briefly lift up your shirt, flashing him. That caught his attention. "Dude that was like a millisecond, I didn't even get to see if they were B's or C's!" He groans and covers his face with a pillow. "You'll be fine, you'll survive." You sit down on his bed. "Hey, lets get out of here and go to my place. You've never actually been inside have you?" He shakes his head no. "Alright, lets go." You stand up and walk downstairs and see a red haired girl kissing another girl. "Debs get a room!" Carl yells. You two walk outside. "Was that your sister?" Carl nods, "Yeah shes supposedly a lesbian but honestly I think she's just mad she got knocked up and the father wont show." You stay silent. You and Carl arrive at your house. "Well." you say as you open the door. "Mi casa es tu casa." Carl raises one brow, "Whatever that fucking means." He walks in and looks around. "So you are rich rich." He walks towards your kitchen and opens your fridge. "And you have food!" He smiles. "Wanna get married so I could move in with you?" You laugh. "We don't have to be married for you to eat my food, if thats what you're implying." He grabs some grapes and puts them in his mouth, "Uh duh, I can still marry you though." You walk towards him and sit on the counter. "Yeah you're right." He leans against the counter you're sitting on and uses his fingers to walk up your thigh. "So what are we going to-" You slap his hand and jump from the counter "Really?" he says. "Follow me." You say as you walk up the stairs. He follows you. He looks around in shock because he's never seen the inside of your house. You show him to your room. "Welcome." you open the door. He scans the room before entering. "Nice. So is this where you take all your victims and fuck them before you kill them?" he playfully asks. You roll your eyes. "Dior, why do you have a boy in your room! I'm gonna tell!" Princeton says from the doorway. You look at Carl and groan. "Look how about I give you 7$ and show you where mommy's snacks are? How does that sound?" Princeton smiles and you escort him out of the room. While your gone, Carl decides to look through your drawers. He opens the first drawer. Shirts. Second drawer. Shorts. Third drawer. Lingerie. He pulls out a pair of diamond waist-banded lace panties and studies them. "Sorry about th- Carl!" you catch him holding your panties. "These are hot, put them on." He throws them to you and you catch them. "Close my drawer!" you yell. Carl closes the drawer and laughs. "So you're putting them on right? A mini fashion show." You grin, "You really wanna see?" He nods. "In your dreams." You throw the panties back at him and catches them. "Yo don't say that I don't wanna wake up and my whole bed is soaked." He holds your panties with his teeth. You watch him. Thats so sexy. "Can I take these..? Think of it as a.. party favor." he asks. "Gallagher what party did you go to?" you reply. "I don't know but if I catch you in these" he dangles the panties "there will most definitely be one here." he points to his pants. "Boy please. Like I said, in your dreams."