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“So?” he smirked softly at her squeak. Lip eyed her when she turned to push him back. “We’ve got plenty of time, hours you said.” Carlson moved around, putting the meal in the oven before Sheila called down. He shrugged a little when Carlson gave him a look.

“Got a problem with it?” he asked, stepping closer to her like he was thinking. He pulled her to him. “I like touching you..” Lip pushed her up against the counter, tilting her neck so he could kiss her skin again as his hand wandered up her body. “I know you want to..” he whispered against her ear before nipping at her jaw.

Carlson bit her lip hard as Lip cooed in her ear. She did want him, more than words could express but now was not the time. Nor the place. She gently pushed him back and moved around to put the meal in the oven and cool herself down. “Yeah hours with my mother upstairs,” she hissed before her mother called down to her. Calling back up, she tensed as Lip stepped up closer to her again and pulling her to him. 

“Lip really?” she asked letting herself lean into him as he brushed her hair aside and kissed along her neck. It was sinful how good it felt. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head for him and took in a shallow breath. “Lip,” she sighed turning around to kiss him heatedly.

His eyes narrowed at the other blonde. You could insult him all day and he’d come up with witty shit but compare him to his father and you’d just piss him off. To top it off, she said something about him being with Karen in the far future with their own rugrats. “Like that’s gonna fuckin’ happen..” he muttered before feeling Karen’s arms around her. “So you don’t think we’ll be together then?” Her eyes blinked up at him. “Fuck the kids.. but I think you and I could last awhile.” There was an obvious hint behind that and her hand tried to entice him. “Fuck Karen..” he breathed before moving around her. 

He shot a look at Carlson when she mentioned getting tested. His hand rose, giving her the finger after he put a cigarette to his lips. He didn’t light it yet. “Fuck you too, Carlson.” he muttered against the cigarette before moving to go outside so he could light the cigarette.

Carlson smiled snidely at Lip and wiggled her fingers in farewell as he moved around her sister and out the door. The blonde straightened with a satisfied sigh as she turned back around and found her mother and sister giving her a dirty and disappointed look. Honey colored eyes blinked at them as she shrugged lightly, “What?” she asked and her mother merely sighed while Karen sniffed,

“Why do you have to be such a bitch to him?”

“Because he’s a grade A ass,” Carlson replied to her sister and their mother spoke up before the two could argue further,

“Alright that’s enough. Carlson I want you to go out there and apologize,” Sheila said looking at her youngest daughter. Carlson’s mouth fell open in shock but Sheila waved her onward toward the door. The tiny blonde looked between her mother and sister who wore a victorious smirk as she crossed her arms. The brown eyed blonde rolled her eyes before turning on her heels and heading to the door, swinging it open hoping to find Lip on the other side. 

“Alright Gallagher, I have been sent on a mercy mission so- I guess I’m sorry or whatever, but you’re still an ass,” she said rolling her eyes up with a shake of her head. “For whatever reason you like my sister and she’s fond of you, or whatever, so it would really make her night if you at least stayed for dinner. I’ll tone my thoughts down so we can pretend to be civil or- or something.”

                       SHIT.  He  hadn’t  meant  to  throw  her  under  the  bus  when  he  asked  her  whether  or not  she  had  gone  to  school  on  the  south  side.   The  neighbourhood  was  littered  with  women  who  wore  civic  pride  when  ‘ south ’  was  mentioned,  but  the  way  that  she  had  reacted  to  him  hinted  towards  a  distaste  for  the  area.   ❛  No,  ❜   he  responded  quickly,  his  head  following  suit  not  long  after  in  an  attempt  to  pull  himself  out  of  the  grave  he’d  fallen  into.  ❛  You  just  look  familiar  ––-  got  a  look  to  you,  or  something.  ❜

                      A  huff  of  air  left  him ,  while  his  eyes  scrunched  a  little  bit.  He  hadn’t  done  himself  any  favours.  The  information  processed  a  bit  slowly  when  she  mentioned  the  classes,  but  the  second  Lip  was  mentioned,  his  eyes  shot  back  open.   ❛   Oh  ––-  oh.   ❜   He  had  watched  from  the  sidelines;  the  way  Karen  came  in  and  destroyed  everything  in  her  path  before  she  promptly  made  her  exit.  He  always  thought  she  was  more  comparable  to  a  earth quake  than  a  hurricane ;  at  least  hurricanes  did  their  damage  and  left.  Earth  quakes  sent  aftermaths  as  reminders  of  their  existence.   ❛  You’re  Karen’s  sister?  ❜  He  thought  about  asking  how  she  was,  but  he  had  never  taken  pleasure  knowing  her, so  carrying  details  about  her  life  didn’t  make  sense.  Ian  ended  with  a  slight  shrug,   ❛  you  still  have  coffee made?  I  read  in  a  magazine  that  it’s  bad  to  eat  before  sleeping  ––  nightmares,  and  stuff.  ❜

Carlson breathed a laugh at the red head’s nervousness when she asked if she smelled of south side. She figured he just recognized her from school but it was fun to make people squirm. “Don’t worry about it, honey, I’m not ashamed or anything just making conversation.” She smiled at him lightly. “I’m told I look like my sister which may be who you’re thinking of.”

CARLSON. 

       he eyed the blonde as she sat down, they weren’t friends exactly but they’d been working on the school paper together for a while now, which, he assumed was what she was doing here now. “ – hey — what’s up? – you get those picture from the pep rally last night? – god forbid the masses be deprived of such crucial news, right? —” he smirked, sarcasm dripping from his words. 

    “ the ones you took for that article about the drive in closing last week were great, you really got an eye for it —surprised you didn’t join the paper sooner. ” he adds, closing his laptop, he’s sure carlson has no interest in what he’s working on; his novel, about the events that shocked this town this summer. 

( @cleverblcnde || s.c from Jughead Jones ) 

Carlson had known Jughead since they were kids, well known of him they never really hung out or spoke much until she joined the paper. He was alright as far as she was concerned, he was nice to her and was one of the few men in southside her sister hadn’t sucked off which made him an ace character in her novella of a life. 

“Thanks and yeah I’m here to turn those photos in. Heard you were writing the article on the rally and figured I’d show you the proofs first so you can pick which ones suit your story more,” she squinted playfully at him, “Something tells me you weren’t writing so enthusiastically on the pep rally though.” She smiled lightly and nudged him a bit, “What’s a brain like you got cookin in there? A murder mystery? A supernatural tale of woe and despair? Please don’t tell me you want to be the next Nicholas Sparks.”

         “ since when the fuck is it your business who i’m dating or not tyler? – just fuck off —”  he hisses at the boy, god he was a creep, lip might have a bit of a fuck boy reputation but when a girl wasn’t interested he took the fuckin’ hint, unlike this guy. lip couldn’t help laugh at her threats to the boy, she certainly had spunk that was for sure. “ you fuckin’ heard her buddy, beat it –”   he laughed shaking his head as he snaked off. lip turned his full attention to carlie, “ he was giving you shit — figured he’s back off if he thought i was your boyfriend —” he shrugs nonchalant like it was no big deal.

        “ – i ain’t that bad, am I? - would it be so bad if ya were my girl? –” his brows raise, with a smirk as he takes his beer bottle back taking another swig. out of the jackson sister carlson ws fast becoming his favorite, she was much more fun than karen was, and not so much of a fuckin’ psycho – which was nice and refreshing.  

         brows raise at her questioning of why he was late, and he rolls his eyes, “ course i was fuckin’ with ian — kev had us do some run to pick up from dodgy liqour from the port, but cops were sniffin’ bout so we had to wait it out. i wasn’t with your fuckin’ sister — and she hasn’t gave me a hummer in a while. she’s too busy sucking and fucking that little wong kid or yang or whatever the fuck his name is –” lip shrugs his hand slipping back around her wast, learning in closer, “ — you so sure it wouldn’t bother you? — shame because jealously can be kinda hot…” he husks, a playful smirk on his lips, he’s inches from her. 

Carlson smirked at Lip and watched as he took his beer back and took a swig. She leaned against the wall behind her, playfully contemplating his question as she teased, “Is that a real question or a rhetorical one?” She couldn’t help but play around with Lip. He was fun to joke around with and tease because he could take it. Everyone else in Carlson’s immediate inner circle took her sarcastic charm for meanness and would sooner or later call her a bitch and just leave to join Camp Karen. If only she had a nickle for every time her friends befriended Karen and lashed out at her in retaliation for some slight Karen said she committed against her. She’d probably be living in northside.

“Tyler’s a leech but now the whole school will think we’re dating,” she told Lip looking him over, “And you’ll be stuck with that moniker until we have a totally publicised and heartbreaking breakup.”

Carlson looked up at Lip with a gentle smile as he said he really was with Ian on some James Bond mission for Kev. She believed him which was saying something because Carlson Jackson trusted men about as far as she could throw them. Squeaking softly as Lip tugged her closer and leaned them both against the wall, she smiled at his question.

He kept his hands on her hips a moment longer after he put her back down on her feet. Thoughts ran wild to things he could do to her in this kitchen. Her head tilted up to speak, making a smirk play on his own lips. “That’s all it takes now?” he asked with a shit eating grin as she moved away. 

She continued to speak, not looking at her. He noted that basically she was saying they were alone downstairs. Lip took the few steps to her again, pressing his body against her back again, pushing her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. “So what you’re saying is I have you all to myself, baby?” the last word used to tease her purposely from the night on the beach. His hands roamed her sides as he placed another kiss under her ear.

Carlson tried to focus on the paprikash she was making but she was soon swallowed up in the touch and feel of Lip pressing up against her from behind. “Lip,” she said in a strangled voice as he kissed along her neck, “My mom’s right upstairs,” she breathed as he kissed under her ear earning a breathy little squeak of approval. 

Carlson wiggled around to face Lip and gently pushed him back away from the stove. “I’m cooking,” she said, “We don’t have time for your games,” that was directed more to herself than to him. She put the dinner in the oven after seasoning everything the way her mother always taught her.

“Carlson, honey, can you reach the paprika? It’s on the top shelf,” her mother called down from her sanctuary and Carlson looked at Lip pointedly before calling back to her mother,

“I got it mom, thanks. I’ll bring you up a plate, alright?”

“Oh that would- that would be just great, honey.” Carlson looked at Lip and tied her hair up off her neck. 

“Y’know I’m starting to think you may like me,” she teased smirking at Lip, “a little more than you let on.”

Now that he was actually going over it with someone out loud the reason seemed petty. “Caleb told me that no one is 100% anything. I wanted to prove him wrong. And well I did, but I’m wishing I didn’t do that to prove it.” for a moment, Ian’s face scrunched up as if there was a sour taste in his mouth. Though he swore there was even though he was being a bit overdramatic about the whole thing. “He was just being such a dickhead.  But now that you know you can stop laughing.” he insisted, adding in a “Please” as an after thought.

“Why are you needing to define yourself by other people’s standards? Gay, straight, bi, those are just words. You love who you love don’t let people try to define that,” Carlson said sipping her wine and leaning back against her couch. She giggled when Ian told her to stop laughing, “Sorry it’s just ludicrous to me, you trying to prove your homosexuality to your boyfriend. Just because he’s a little bicurious doesn’t mean everyone is, bisexuality is just as much a valid sexuality as any other sexuality. It sounds to me that he’s in the closet still,” she said tipping her wine glass in Ian’s direction. She took a sip of the deep red wine and smiled at her friend. “Aside from the female fiasco, how are you? I mean, you’re working right? Do you like it?”