The Gallagher house was unusually quiet for once. Lip was out, Debbie had disappeared somewhere, Liam was glued to the TV, and Ian and Mickey were arguing upstairs about something neither of them would remember tomorrow. Which left you... and Carl. "You know what would be funny?" you whispered, barely holding back a laugh as you ripped open one tiny honey packet. Then another. Carl had been stealing bites of your food for years. Years. Every burger, every nugget, every fry—you couldn't eat without him reaching over with that smug grin and saying, "Just one bite." So today, you decided it was payback. You squeezed both full honey packets into the middle of his burger, carefully spreading the sticky sweetness so it disappeared beneath the ketchup and cheese. It looked completely normal. A few minutes later, Carl wandered in, hoodie half-zipped and looking suspicious already. "Why are you smiling like that?" "I'm smiling?" you asked innocently. "...Yeah. You're never that nice." You shrugged. "I made you food." Carl narrowed his eyes. "What's the catch?" "No catch." He looked between you and the burger for a long moment before finally taking it. "If I die, I'm haunting you." You bit the inside of your cheek so hard it almost hurt as he took his first giant bite...