SET IN CURRENT TIME. (not like the actual corrie plot though)

Quick Summary: This fic is basically going to turn into a love triangle between Carla, Peter and Liam, (Carter and Liarla in one place and all that...) but this fic is also centered around carshelle. I won't give anything else away. Hope you get it.

This is something completely different I'm trying out. If the plot is TOO different and TOO confusing, or just basically shit, please say in the review box and I will not carry on. To me it reads OK, but that's obviously because I know in my own head what's happening.

NOTES: (I have basically added all these characters to be in corrie at the same time. Carla. Michelle. Liam. Peter. Leanne (Paul has died). There is NO Tony, There is NO Frank. There is NO Liam/Maria relationship. (OK whoops, basically nothing is the same)

Michelle has lived on coronation street for 1 year. Liam, Paul and Carla have not lived there. Paul died in a car crash with Dean. Liam was the only one to survive it. Peter/Leanne relationship is there, but it's in the early days, when they are 'dating' and not really official. Carla is, as quoted the 'queen bitch'


She's hot, Peter thought as a raven haired woman got out of a silver Mercedes, parked in front of underworld. She walked across the cobbles. She was dressed in black. Black blouse, black skirt, black tights, black heeled boots. Her make-up was applied perfectly, her plump lips glowing, a raspberry colour to them. She wore silver chunky rings, and she looked every bit the business woman.

Peter did not know this woman. She was new to the street, having just moved in to the lavish draper mill apartments. Her name was Carla Connor, and she held some relation to Michelle, and that's all anybody really knew about her.

"What?" she snapped, as she caught Peter staring "Got sommat on my face?" She did not sound as posh as she looked.

"Beautiful eyes and kissable lips?" Peter tried his luck

"How about you run along love, I'm not available" she said as she carried on walking. She stopped as she arrived at the green double doors. She let out a sigh and walked in to the rovers, the fakest smile planted on her face, ready to face her sister-in-law. She did not want to be doing this.

"Chelle" she cheered, clearly putting on a fake voice. "How are ya' darlin'?"

"Let's get this over with shall we Carla? Come to the back" Carla followed Michelle into the back room of the rovers. "Now what's so important that you have to come all the way here to tell me? You could have just phoned" Michelle began.

"Erm, I think you'll find I did try to call. You keep screening me." Carla gave Michelle her trademark dirty look, as if to say 'shut the fuck up and listen to me', as Michelle listened on, looking slightly guilty.

"Anyway, as much as it pains me to say this, Paul's solicitor came to see me last week. You know, as his wife, I'm entitled to half of everything that's unclaimed for... bla bla bla. But… everything else goes by his will." Carla was hesitating, clearly finding it difficult to explain to Michelle with the right words.

"Spit it out Carla, I haven't got all day"

"We own the factory. That thing… place even, across the road. Underwear World"

"You mean underworld?"

"Yeah that"

"We own it?" Michelle said, looking totally confused, and wondering if Carla was having her on or not. Knowing her it was all a sick joke "How?"

"Well co-own. I own 60% and you got 40%." Carla made sure she emphasized on the percentages. "Paul bought it before he died. He was going to start working there next month after the current owner had finished all his big orders. So basically, we're in charge from the 1st of March" Carla finished

"Typical Paul. Even when he's dead, he's still trying to force us to be friends."

"Yeah" Carla replied sarcastically. Carla had to tread carefully now, because the last thing she wanted was to be forced to work with Michelle. She wanted her out. "Listen love, I can buy you out. I'll run it, that's what I came to talk to you about"

"I'm not selling. You sell" Michelle snapped.

"How you gonna pay me?"

"I'm not selling" Michelle stated, confidently and clearly. She was not giving in to Carla, even if it did mean that it would bring her grief and stress.

"Fine. Be stubborn. Then it means we're stuck together, you know that, right?" Carla couldn't help but add "…and remember, I own 60%, so I'm boss, I ain't guna stop reminding you about that."

Michelle just scoffed and rolled her eyes, wondering if she was getting herself into a mess that really wasn't worth it. She was too stubborn to let Carla buy her out. Paul always thought that they didn't get on because they were so similar. Both feisty and stubborn, both bossy and ambitious. Perhaps he was right.

"Bring it on" Michelle shot at her. "I'll wait for you to arrange a meeting with the solicitor to get everything signed and sorted then… boss" she added sarcastically. "Now if that's all you came here for, I'll just wait for your call, yeah?"

Carla looked at Michelle, who was sitting opposite her on the rounded table. "Oh actually, there was one more thing" Carla said, as that bitchy look filled her face. She put both of her hand on the table, and leaned forward, as close to Michelle as she could. "I'm screwing Liam" She actually was one hard faced cow.

Michelle was gobsmacked… speechless. Carla got up from the table, pulled her skirt down and ruffled her hair, and swung her handbag over her shoulder. She straightened her posture, turned around and confidently walked out of the room and out of the rovers.

She was already at her car when Michelle realised that she had actually gone. She ran out of the rovers, only to see the silver Mercedes drive off.

"That bitch"


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