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Genie [C.G]

Young Carl x Young Dying Fem Reader

Summary

Carl was sent to a cancer camp. That's where you two met. Even though you guys just met, you both liked each other a lot. It was young love; however, Carl thought it would last forever- "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make your dream come true."

A/n - I lowkey started dying when I thought of this concept. Like how did no one think of this yet!?!?! 😭☠️😩

Also, most, if not all, of the beginning part was from the show. Not to mention I had to fill in some plot holes using fake characters I made since Shameless didn't really give me much to work on.

[Here's a vivid description of all the fake characters]

Luther- Black, Sassy, Gay, and Taller than everyone, but not extremely tall Tony- Vocal cancer, Somewhat creepy, Weirdly innocent, Unsettling, and the Shortest one Amelia- Bone cancer, Thick, Loves food, and Kind Y/n- Lung cancer

Warning: SPOILERS, Toxic parenting, Lying, Bad language, Mention of homophobia, Faking a death, Mention of blood, Explosions

Note! If any of this makes you uncomfortable, DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word Count: 5,422

[Fluff/one-shot/Pure]

Shameless Masterlist

Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***No one's Pov***

Frank stood in front of the Make-a-Wish foundation office with Hymie in a car seat. A lady walked outside the office to greet them.

"Oh, why hello! Can I help you?" The lady, who walked out of the office, asked.

"Why I hope so!" Frank shooked the lady's hand. "I'm Frank Gallagher, and may I start by saying thank you for all you do for our suffering little ones."

"Oh, why thank you, Mr. Gallagher."

"Well, this is my son Hymie. Poor thing was born with an extra chromosome through no fault of his own. Down Syndrome. It's a lifelong condition. It's irreversible."

"He's a beautiful boy." The lady said as she tickled him a bit. "Aren't you Hymie. Yes, you are!" She said in a baby voice.

"And believe it or not, he is already, at such a young age, an avid sports fan."

"Is that so?"

"He can watch a ball dribble up and down a court for hours!" Frank enthused, "Endlessly fascinated. His little face just lights up with joy. It would be so wonderful if he could see it all happen in real life."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gallagher. I think you may be confused." She spoke. "Our organization works with dying children. Not children with downs."

"Oh, well, of course!" He spoke. "Of course. I know that!"

Frank started to fake cry. "It's my other child that's dying."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The lady grabbed a few tissues and gave them to Frank in hopes it would help him stop crying.

"Thank you." He spoke.

Time skip!~

"Cancer?" Carl looked at his father with slight worry. "How did I get cancer?"

"You must have caught it from Grammy, son." Said Frank. "If she had known she had the contagious kind... I don't think she would have spent so much time with you in the basement, cooking meth."

"Am I going to die?" Carl looked at his father with innocent eyes.

Frank turned around, kneeled down to Carl's eye level, and said, "I hope not. But right now, we have to fight and fight hard!"

He grabbed Carl's shoulders. "You ready to fight with me, Carl?"

Frank grabbed the shaver and turned it on.

"Why do we have to shave it?"

"Didn't you ever see any shows about cancer? Cancer people are always bald."

"Grammy wasn't bald-"

"Grammy hated life. She wanted to die." Frank interjected. "But you love life. And one of the most important ways you can fight cancer is to let the sun rays in through your skull."

And with that, lip walks in. "Why're you shaving Carl's head?"

"Lice," Frank stated.

"Since when do you... parent?" Lip asked.

"Since you dropped the ball." Frank spat. "The vermin were literally jumping off his scalp!”

"Make sure you wash his sheets, too, okay?"

"Do I look like a woman to you?" Frank spat, and with that, Lip left.

"I have lice too?" Carl asked.

"Yes- yes, you do." Stated Frank.

"Fiona's gonna freak out-"

"No, Fiona isn't going to freak out because Fiona is not going to know. You're a man now, Carl. The cancer makes you a man. And as a man, it's your job to keep secrets from the women who love you."

Then Frank turned Carl around. When Carl saw his reflection in the mirror, he said, "Jez, I'm gonna look like a pen*s-"

"I'll get you a hat... I'll get you a hat," Frank said.

Time skip!~

Carl just finished packing for cancer camp. When he got down, Frank was sitting down with hymie.

"Now you listen, Carl. Your other siblings can't know you're going to a CANCER camp. Okay. Are you still someone I can trust in this family?"

"..." Carl stared softly. "Yes."

"Good."

Eventually, Carl said his goodbyes to everyone thinking it was his last.

Ian, being a good brother, gave Carl his ROTC sleeping bag and some bug spray, and a switchblade. Of course, he lectured him not to use it on other campers. And with that, Frank took him to cancer camp.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

Carl got on the bus and took a seat with no one on the other end. Tons of sick children were boarding as he just sat there staring out the window. Till someone sat next to him.

It was a girl- Or at least that's what he thinks you were. "Sup."

"Hi. I hope you don't mind- there were barely any seats left when I got on, and honestly, I'm glad I got to sit with you. I mean, compared to the others, some of them look like they can be carrying diseases."

You both snickered. "I'm Carl."

"Y/n." You shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"So, what kind of cancer did you get?" Carl asked.

You looked at him questioningly- "Terminal. You?"

"Er... Is that the deadly kind?"

"Uhh- yeah?"

"That-" Carl shook his head knowingly.

You laughed. "Dude. Seriously?"

"What? Are you laughing at my cancer?!"

"You do know-? Everyone on this bus is only here because we are all on terminal." You looked at him as if he was dumb. "But anyways, what kind of cancer do you have?"

"Oh well ah... The contagious kind? I got it from my grammy."

You looked at him for a second…

"Right...?" You looked at him suspiciously. "Anyways- I have stage four lung cancer."

"Oh. Did you smoke too much?" Carl asked innocently.

"No." You shocked your head, staring off blankly. "Just genetics, I guess."

“Oh… Well, what’s with the staps?”

“Huh- Oh, you mean my breathing tub… I… I don’t really like wearing them, but I have to wear them like 90% of the time. Ya know, so I won’t collapse on the floor and die from lack of oxygen.” You looked at him and then pointed at what your tubs were connected to. “It’s also why I carry this dang bookbag around all the time. It’s annoying, but it keeps me going.”

“Oh…”

A short time skip!~

***No one's Pov***

You guys were re-entering the bus for the fifth time throughout the trip, all because of a kid who couldn't hold in his bladder.

"Might as well kick him off," Carl muttered.

You laughed- "Dude, he has bladder cancer."

"Oh-"

"To be honest, he's a pretty cool kid. Most of these guys are pretty cool. It's a shame we all aren't gonna live past our teen years. Most of us aren't even gonna see our teen years, but at least we're all going down together, right?"

"Uhh... right."

"But hey- I have a question for ya." You turned your full body towards Carl. "If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?"

"Umm. I don't know- How about you?"

"Ha- a new set of lungs would be nice... but realistically, I'd like to be able to take everything back. All my regrets and, most importantly- all my time I spent in that damned hospital bed! Only to end up here!" Tears pricked your eyes, but you whipped them away. “But most of all-, I just wanna have a good time, ya know!” You smiled brightly at him. Almost sickeningly.

Time skip!~

You two finally arrived at the campsite.

"Surprisingly, no one died." You said out of nowhere. Carl looked at you, slightly worried. "Ha- me and some of my friends made a bet. We betted on whether some people would die on the bus ride or not. Surprisingly everyone lived."

"Speaking of which, you owe me!" Said Luther, one of the guys you made the bet with, also one of your friends.

“Yeah, I know- but what made you bet on them living anyways? You’re normally a pessimist.” You said questioningly.

“Correction- I’m a realist. And besides, any flat-blooded dumba*s would know there would be a doctor in any bus that was filled with cancer kids.”

"Yeah, alright. You don’t gotta be cruel. You made your point. Now what do you want?"

"Hmmm, let's, see?" Luther pretended like he was thinking, but in all honesty, he knew what he wanted. "A full makeup kit! Obviously!"

"Makeup?" Carl looked at him as if he was crazy. "Why? Ain't that for girls?"

Luther looked at him in disgust. "If I'm dying, I'ma die right! You won't be seeing me trippin'!" He did a sassy snap. "Gurl, you can't tell me you made friends with this homophobe-!"

"No, no, he isn't a homophobe, I swear. Or at least I don't think- look, that's not the point. The point is we ain't gonna let you die weak. We'll get you that makeup kit."

By that point, your whole friend group stood behind you, shaking their heads in agreement.

"Well, anyways, Carl. These are my friends- Luther, he's gay-"

"Obviously." He added.

"Right- anyways, Luther’s dying from blood cancer. Meanwhile, this guy here, Tony, he's not really a talker. He's dying from vocal cancer, so he mainly writes down what he says since most of us don't really know hand language- and lastly, Amelia. She has bone cancer. It's so bad to the point where she has to sit in a wheelchair 90% of the time-" You whispered the last part into Carl's ear.

Carl nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, yeah. Now that’s out of the way- what are you dying from?" Luther asked intriguingly.

"Umm- contagious cancer?" Carl wasn't really sure if he should have said that because now everyone was looking at him strangely…

"ALRIGHT CANCERS-R" A red-headed camp leader smacked the microphone, "I mean CAMPERS! IT'S TIME TO FIND YOUR BUNK MATES. ALL OF YOU, PLEASE LINE UP RIGHT HERE, AND I'LL PASS YOU A BUNK SHEET TELLING YOU WHICH CABIN YOU'LL BE IN AND WHO YOU'LL BE SHARING IT WITH!"

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

Finally, you managed to get your bunk-mate paper. The list shows-

Cabin 3

Bedroom A

Y/n - Anmelia

Typical- we're dying, and they still don't care about spelling our names right. God, I hate this place already.

You took a second to get used to the area.

Seems like I'm the first one here-

You opened a door with the letter A on it. You found a small bedroom with a bunk bed, a closet, and a desk. Right across that room lies a door with the letter B on it. You opened it to find Tony and Luther-

"Oh, I'm glad to see that you're my bunkmates." You smiled.

"Oh really? I thought you'd be a bit disappointed that we ain't that little hunk you were talking to earlier~" Luther was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, smirking at his comment.

“Luther, you don’t make sense… I mean, you were being kinda rude to Carl earlier, and now you’re calling him a ‘Hunk.’” Tony wrote it all down for Luther to read.

“Pff- Clearly, you're not gay, Tony.” Luther rolled his eyes. “but anyways, spill the tea, y/n!”

"Huh?" You blushed. "Why would I be disappointed? Plus, what tea to begin with? I just met him!”

“Exactly! It’s said to be destiny for soulmates to meet in strange ways. I wouldn’t be surprised if that Carl of yours doesn’t actually have cancer.” Luther started giggling. “Wouldn’t that make an interesting love story- A girl dying from stage four cancer AND a GUY! Who mysteriously sneaks into a cancer camp bus WITHOUT EVEN HAVING ANY CANCER! It’s a real royal mystery if you ask me.”

You just rolled your eyes at him as a loud CrEaKiNg noise interrupted you guys.

You all gathered in the hall to find Amilia entering the room. "Sorry- I, huff, huff... didn't think it would be- huff- such a struggle to get this- darn wheelchair up that small hill."

"Hey-" Luther said. "I offered to help you."

Tony tapped your shoulder; he showed you his notebook. "So will it just be the four of us tonight- or will you be inviting your little boyfriend over?" He had that oddly innocent face to him. As if he honestly believed that you and Carl were secretly dating.

You blushed extremely.

"Oh god, NO! Why do you guys always do this- every time I meet someone new? You guys always think something’s up-"

RING, RING! - With that, a loud bell rang throughout camp. "That must be the lunch bell- we should hurry before they take all the good stuff!" Amelia said, holding up a pamphlet with a smile of eagerness.

"Oh please-" Luther said sassily. "I doubt they'll actually serve us what they promised on that pamphlet."

Amelia just frowned at the thought.

Short-time skip!~

***No one's Pov***

The cafeteria was slightly small and somewhat dusty. You and your group of friends were standing in the lunch line.

"As expected-" Luther claimed. "The food is sloppy and... smelly." He clamped his nose closed as the lunch lady placed slop onto his tray… “Gee, thanks.” He said sarcastically.

You sat down at an empty table that Luther clearly disapproved of.

“What is it now.” You pinched your bridge.

“Oh, nothing,” Luther carefully sat down, clearly disgusted. “It’s not like cancer kids can die from dusty areas- let alone food poisoning…” He said, picking on his food. Which surprisingly moved… “Ew…”

Soon after, Tony rolled Amelia as Amelia held both their trays. You four sat there playing with your 'food'.

"What in the world is this supposed to be anyways?" You asked.

"Poison." Tony wrote.

Then right then and there, the red-headed camp lady walked by.

“Oh, poison? I promise you guys this isn’t poisoned.” The redhead smiled kindly.

That was all Amelia needed to hear for her to start chowing down. Though that didn’t please everyone.

“Oh yeah? Well, what is it, then?” You saw Carl standing behind the redheaded camp leader. “Cause clearly it ain't nuggets. And if you think this is nuggets, then you must have some weird brain defect cause this isn’t the nuggets you guys promised us!”

The lady turned around at some point when Carl was talking; you just didn’t pay attention.

"Ohh… Umm, well, you see, Carl, I know it’s not exactly what you guys were hoping for-, BUT I promise you it's reallyyy healthy, and it’ll help you guys in sooo many ways, so I suggest you eat it. All-”

“BULLSH*T” Carl dropped his tray of slop on the floor, causing it to splat. This caught the redhead off guard, and it was starting to become a scene.

“You listen here, redhead! I barely read- in fact, I HATE READING. And! I read this.” Carl pointed at the pamphlet he so rudely took from Amelia’s hands. Holding it up towards the redhead's face. “I read this! And right here! It says ‘on the first day of camp. The lunch will contain ve-gee-tables, Milk, Fruits, and NUG-GETS!’ Right here! Sooo where are the nuggets?!”

By that point, the redhead was leaning so far back she almost tripped. She grabbed a hold of the table and started speaking.

“W-well umm. You see… weee… can’t-” She seemed like she was struggling to let out what she was going to say next. “Give you guys nuggets-”

“WHA-” A hand quickly slapped onto Carl’s mouth, shutting him up.

“Let me finish.” The redhead looked into his eyes deeply. “I know you guys are disappointed about it, but during the bus ride, we learned that nuggets contain certain things that can cause kids’ cancers to become worse, and that isn’t our goal. I know this meal sucks, but it was short notice, and it was all we had.”

“You got to be kidding me…” Luther muttered.

“But don’t worry. Ice cream is still on the schedule!” The redhead smiled innocently.

Carl just looked at her dumbfoundedly. As he backed up. Not knowing what to say next.

“Sigh~ As much as I love ice cream- I'd much rather have the nuggets you guys said we'd be having here in this pamphlet." Amelia sniffled as she rubbed her belly. Her plan was already empty… “Besides- I think I’m going to be sick-”

“Oh god!” And with that, the redhead quickly rolled Amelia toward the girl's bathroom.

Time skip!~

"I still can’t believe that happened today during lunch," Y/n said.

"Yeah, I can still taste the aftertaste in my mouth," Amelia said sluggishly. “That goo mixed with my puke makes me wanna puke again.”

“Please don’t,” Luther quickly added.

"Don't worry, guys- just cause the food's crap doesn't mean the activities will be." Tony wrote, smiling innocently.

"Yeah, well- I think you wrote it too soon..." Said Carl as all five of you stood in front of what appeared to be a campfire circle.

Disappointment was written all over Carl’s face.

"Omg- pleassse don't tell me they're going to force me to sit on that nasty plack of wood and sing kumbaya. I was already forced to sit at that disgusting lunch table today, and I’m by far sure If I sit down on that, I WILL die." Luther groaned.

You couldn’t help but snicker a little at Luther’s dramatic comment.

Soon enough, Carl saw the red-haired lady once again. He then walks off towards her, with everyone following him behind. "Hey, you! What gives?!"

"Oh hey, Carl. We're just telling campground stories. Care to join?"

"No." He said bluntly. "What we want is to shoot sh*t? Where’s the rifle range?"

By that point, you stopped listening because Luther muttered to you- “Since when did we make him the leader…”

"BULLSH*T!" Carl yelled, catching both you and Luther’s attention once again. "First, we didn't get the nuggets, then the rifle range! The next thing you're going to tell me is that we can't have sprinkles on our ice cream!"

"Man, Carls really going at it." You muttered towards Luther.

“For real… I kinda like it.” Luther shimmied his shoulder on yours as you both giggled.

"Look, I'm really sorry, Car-"

"NO! You know what you're doing, right? You're lying to DYING KIDS!"

By that point, the whole campground was looking at the scene Carl was causing.

"Gasp!" And with that- you just had a eureka moment. You gathered around your group "Guys! This is our chance! If we pressure her enough, she might actually give us what we want. I mean, just look at her. Clearly, she isn’t good with kids.” You all smirked evilly.

"Follow my lead." You muttered.

"Yeah, this place is no DIFFERENT from the HOSPITAL!" You yelled.

“Ohh, so we're adding fuel to the fire, I see…” Luther added. "In fact, it's quite WORST!" He yelled.

By that point, a whole group of campers was surrounding her, screaming and agreeing.

"You might as well take us back to the hospital!" One cancer camper yelled.

“Yeah! At least they gave us comfy beds!” Added another.

“Not to mention- AIR CONDITIONING!” Screamed Luther.

"Alright- alright!" Yelled the redhead. "I can't promise to give any of you guys want you want, but I'll see if I can get at least something- like sprinkles..." She muttered the last part. Barely anyone heard.

"GOOD!" Screamed the campers.

With that, the redhead left. Leaving a huge bunch of campers to celebrate without supervision around a fire...

"Dang, Carl." Said a mysterious voice.

"huh?" You turned around. To see a strange boy. "Hey Carl, Who's this?"

Carl turned around only to find his buddy. He smiled "Henley! Oh god, I thought you died!"

"Ha- Almost, but not yet. So who are all your new friends?"

"Oh well, this is Y/n. That's Luther. The one in the wheelchair is Amelia, and the one with the notebook is Tony."

"I'm sure you can all guess what type of cancer we are all dying from." Said Luther as he whipped some blood off his lip.

"I can, but there'd be no point. We're all dying anyways."

“Well, that’s depressing…” Muttered Amelia sheepishly.

"Well, now that you're here. Wanna see if that lady actually made a difference?" Carl asked.

"Who? You mean Wendy?" Asked Henley. "I mean, sure, I guess." He put his hands in his pockets as the gang walked off, following Carl.

Time skip!~

"Hey! Is Wendy in here?" Carl asked.

You all gathered around a front desk in the camper's support bunker.

"Unfortunately, no. Camper Wendy is currently passing out ice cream."

"Ice cream? I thought they were going to do that tomorrow?" Asked Y/n.

"Yes, well, Wendy was really desperate to get something to change for some odd reason."

You all smirked at that very moment.

"Well, where exactly can we find her?" Asked Luther deviously.

"Outside the cafeteria. There should be an ice cream stand there."

"Well, thank you, lady." Amelia bowed her head. Then rolled off to catch up to the rest of her team.

Small time skip!~

You and everyone else were walking up to the cafeteria. There you found an ice cream stand, just like the receptionist said. You guys walked closer to find Wendy running the stand.

"Ohh, hey guys! What's up? I know you guys really wanted something to change around here- and well, the camp leaders were really strict about, well… everything- BUT I at least managed to get ice cream day a day early. I hope this makes up for everything."

Carl grabbed a cup of Ice cream. It was a mixture of vanilla and chocolate. "Are these the only flavors you guys have?"

"umm, well, yes, unfortunately. But I can remove a flavor if you just want one of the two."

Carl sighed. "Do you at least have sprinkles?"

And with that, you already knew what was about to happen as Wendy’s face dropped.

"Umm... No. I'm sorry." Wendy said with a pitied face. "I really tried, but they really didn't want us to have sprinkles..." When she was done speaking, she quickly closed her eyes tight, ready to be lectured once again.

"BULLSH*T!" Carl yelled. He grabbed a hold of the stand. "Who said I can't have sprinkles on MY ice cream!"

"Carl, forget it," Y/n said. "Let's just go."

Truth be told, you just felt bad for Wendy, and if you actually let Carl yell at her- you were sure that you guys would have gotten those sprinkles.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

It was currently nighttime. You all were surrounded by a campfire. The rest of the campers were sitting in a circle around another campfire.

You all sat in silence until Carl spoke.

***Carl's Pov***

"It ain't ending like this. I hope you guys know that." He looked at everyone. "We will get what we want! After all, this is a camp MADE for us."

"Yeah, but how are we gonna get a makeup kit? Plus, what does everyone else want anyways?" Asked Luther.

"I want sewing supplies." Said Amelia.

"Sewing supplies... Why?" Asked Carl.

"It's so she can fix her teddy bear." You answered.

"I want to see something explode!" Wrote Tony.

The room went quiet for a moment after that.

“And here I thought you were the decent one-” You muttered.

"Carl already knows what I want." Said Henley.

"Well, I guess that leaves me; what I really want is not much… I just want to have fun." You looked at everyone. It turned silent for a moment.

“Really… Here I thought she’d be crazy too.” Said Henley with a strangely disappointing tone.

“Wha-! Well, excuse me, but the hospital was a pretty big waste of my time, so- sorry if my wish isn’t as crazy or bizarre. I just wish I could take back all that pointless time and actually use it to make some awesome memories with the people I love!”

Once again, an awkward silence came.

“Well- I didn’t see that coming,” Luther said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s just move on, shall we?” Said Henley. "What's the plan?"

And with that, Carl signaled everyone to huddle up as he told his evil plan.

Time skip!~

"Uhhh... Are you sure this is going to work?" Henley asked.

"Just trust me on this." Said Carl as he stood on top of Amelia's wheelchair.

***Narrator's Pov***

At this very moment. Carl Gallagher was looking through Wendy's room. He gave Henley the signal.

Hanley ran up to Wendy's door. Knocking in fright. The door opened. "WENDY, COME QUICK! IT'S AMELIA!"

"Wha? What happened-" Henley grabbed her arm. Dragging her out of the room.

"NO TIME! LET'S GO!"

Thus leaving the door open for Carl to sneak in. And with that, Carl grabbed the first essential thing. A makeup kit.

Small time skip!~

"Well, I guess this will have to do." Said Luther. "It's a shame, though. Her color scheme only knows two colors." He said with a slight tone.

"Now that that's done... Who's next?" You asked.

Both Carl and Henley looked at each other, smirking evilly.

Time skip!~

The next day.

"YOU GOT TO BE-" You were so flustered. "N-NO! I'm NOT DOING THIS."

You, Carl, and Henley were all in the same room.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! He's dying~" Carl begged.

“Yeah, well, I’m dying too!” You covered your breasts, face still fully red.

"Yeah, but you’re the only one with boobs. No offense to Ameilia, that is." Said Henley.

"NO WAY!" You turned around, grabbing the handle of the door. "Find yourselves a DIFFERENT GIRL!" You screamed, leaving.

Henley and Carl just looked at each other.

"Man- and I really liked her too…"

“Don’t worry, man. You weren’t the only one who was hoping to see her knockers.” Carl nodded, accepting defeat.

Short-time skip!~

"YOU HAVE TO! HE IS LITERALLY DYING IN FRONT OF YOU! THIS IS HIS ONLY WISH!"

Carl once again was screaming at Wendy.

She was quite frightened at the sight she was seeing.

Henley was lying on the floor. His breath was barely visible, and he had his eyes closed.

"b-but... how can he even see..." Wendy was sweating now.

"JUST TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!" Carl screamed even louder.

"Oh-oh..." Wendy's eyes started watering... She looked around... she took a big breath of air.

"O-OK! I will... Let's just make this quick."

She quickly begins to undress her shirt. Ultimately revealing her knockers.

"Wow," Carl and Henley said at the same time.

"OH, MY GOD! WENDY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" The receptionist from earlier screamed.

"WHA!? NO, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!"

"WOW... Where did she even come from." Henley laughed, and Carl joined in.

Time skip!~

It was now the last day of camp. Carl managed to help make both Hanley's and Luther's dreams come true. Now all he has to do is finish Tony's, Amelia's, and Y/n's.

You all were currently eating lunch.

"Sooo. How are we gonna get those sewing supplies for Amelia?" You asked.

"It won't be easy, but I doubt anyone else has a plan." Said Hanley.

"So you have one." Questioned Luther.

"Here’s the idea." He started…

Time skip!~

"Why do I have to be the one to do this?!" Asked Carl.

"Because! You were the one who made a promise!" Stated Henley. "Now, do it!"

***Narrator's Pov***

Carl grabbed his switchblade from his duffle bag and slit a nasty cut on his four arm.

"Ughh..." He grunts.

"Good. Now stay here. I'll get Wendy to take you to an infirmary. Be right back." Then Henley ran off.

"Make it quick!" Says Carl as he holds onto his wound.

"Man. It's really gushing." You said, poking his arm.

"Ow!"

You giggled.

Small time skip!~

"OH MY GOD, CARL! WHAT HAPPENED!" Wendy was clearly panicking.

She grabbed a hold of Carl. "Quickly, we gotta get you to the infirmary!”

"Oh wow! There’s an infirmary, yet we can't have a range here?!"

"Carl, please, not right now," Wendy begged.

"I still can't believe she wasn't kicked out of this camp after what she did..." Wrote tony as Wendy and Carl walked off.

Time skip!~

***Carl's Pov***

"Now. You should be fine... However, we will need to do more tests to make sure we didn't make anything else worse for you." Said the Doctor.

Yeah... no. I don't need this.

Once the doctor left. Carl got out of the hospital bed in search of the sewing kit the doctor used on him.

He ended up finding it.

Still bloody, but it'll have to do.

He grabs it and then sneaks off.

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

"Where in the world did he go!" Screams a nurse in the background.

"Here you are, Amelia." Carl smiles as he hands the used-up kit.

"Ummm... It's still bloody..." Amelia whispered. Clearly, she was somewhat disgusted by this but was still grateful nonetheless.

"Okay, whatever. We don't really have much time left. It's already 4. We're leaving this camp at 7... how are we going to manage, making Tony's wish come true along with y/n's?" Asked Henley.

"Simple," Carl said. "If Tony wants to see something blow up, then we’ll show him something…"

Carl once again had that evil smirk on his face as he walked toward the cafeteria. He stops mid-walk. He didn’t even turn around- “Come on, Tony. You want something to blow up, right?”

Oh god, no... this can't be good.

Time skip!~

"RUNNNN! IT'S GONNA EXPLODE!" Screamed the head chef.

BANG!

The whole cafeteria exploded as Carl and his crew sat back and watched.

Tony was in absolute awe…

"Ummm...Quick question- how did you two manage to do this!" You yelled.

Tony then wrote- "Let's just say oil and gasoline look a lot alike..." Tony and Carl both laughed right after.

Short-time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

Finally, the firefighters arrived at the scene. Along with some cops. A couple of investigators were interrogating the cooks along with the camp leaders. Meanwhile, the campers were forced to split up. Everyone was taken away back to the hospitals.

Carl smiled at everything he did. Even though he knew he'd never see any of them again, he at least knew he had granted them their wish.

"One last wish..." He muttered to himself, then ran off to find you. Only to see that you were being dragged into a cop car. He ran up towards you.

"Y/n!" He yelled. You looked up to see Carl for the very last time, standing in front of you with a sad expression. "They're not gonna take you to jail, are they?"

You burst out laughing after that. "What in the world- no Carl. They just ran out of room in the ambulance, and word is the bus broke down."

"Oh... Well, we still have time for your wis-"

Before Carl could say anything else- you kissed him. "My dream already came true. You made this whole camping experience worth my time. And for that, I thank you." You gave him a sweet smile. “And if you survive and those guys do too… if you ever see them again- DON’T tell them I told you that… Okay?” Your face was flushed red as Carl just stood there in disbelief.

The cop then yelled, “Come on now. Get it. I’ll be done here shortly…” He then walks off again.

And just when you were about to close the police door, Carl grabbed your hand. “Y/n, wait.”

“Yeah? What is it.”

“I need to confess to you… about something.”

You got out of the car again. “What is it, Carl?”

He took a deep breath and then- “I-”

Carl was clearly tongue-tied.

“Carl, I have to go… So whatever you have to say, you gotta say it now.”

Carl’s eyes prickled with tears. Not a whole lot, but it was still there. This concerned you.

“I- I wish tha- I wish that I was able to save you!” A tear dropped down his cheek. “I swear to you! I’ll never forget you!” He then ran off.

…

“What a strange kid…”

Small time skip later!~

Most of the camp stuff was already cleared out. Most of the kids already left whilst Y/n’s cop was still talking to a few others.

Carl was sitting on top of a tall hill. He was able to see everything go down. He felt somewhat satisfied with it all. Yet he couldn’t help it. He knew it was gonna be the last time he’ll ever see you guys again. It was what made him feel so bittersweet. But at least he’ll always remember the days when he raised he*l with you guys. He then walks off toward a bus stop.

A/n

And there you have it, folks~ another story finished. (Finally, lol)

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