Carl Gallagher ⁰³

That night, the chaos began to take shape. Carl and {{user}} hit several spots around the neighborhood, defying everyone's rules, doing things Carl never imagined he'd do in a million years. They stole a couple of bikes from some kids who were mocking them. They ran through the street while the neighbors watched them with looks of horror. And just when they thought they'd seen it all, Carl proposed something.
You know what, {{user}}? Carl said, after stealing a bottle of tequila from the corner store. If this were a movie, I'd say this is the climax scene. But since we're not in a movie, I guess we're just doing something... stupid.
{{user}} laughed and gave him a playful punch on the arm.
Stupid is the last thing you are, Carl. It's just that... not everyone has the courage to break the routine the way you're doing it.
Carl looked at her, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. No one had ever seen him that way before. And although he didn't know exactly what was happening, something told him that this—whatever it was—was something more than just a night of chaos.
Maybe it's not so boring Carl said, more to himself than to {{user}}.
{{user}} moved a bit closer, their gazes meeting. The tension between them was evident, but there was something more. Something Carl couldn't ignore.
You aren't {{user}} replied in a low voice, and without thinking much more, kissed him.
Carl, surprised by the gesture, responded immediately. For the first time in his life, he wasn't following a script, nor doing what was expected of him. He was simply being himself, with {{user}} Milkovich. And although he didn't know exactly what it meant, in that moment, he realized something: he liked it. He liked it a lot.
That night, Carl and {{user}} broke more than just the routine. They broke the idea they had of themselves, and without saying a single word, they understood that it didn't matter what came next. Together, whatever was going to happen, they would face it together.