(Hey if you're a popular reader of mine then I know you're probably wondering, why's she restarted the younger years? Basically I wanted to change a couple of the storylines and ages and I hope that you grow to love this one a lot more! Let me know what you guys think, thank you for all of the amount of support on my stories it is really appreciated)
Let me start this off by saying.. Carla Donovan wasn't like any other 18 year old you think of.. she didn't have a job, a wealthy family, any education, she grew up in a rough run down council estate, with an alcoholic mother and her baby brother who couldn't do right from doing wrong! It was hard, she had an abusive step father, hardly any income and the only relationships formed with the Connor family who lived over in the richer part of the estate.
The Connor family consisted of Michelle and her two older brothers Liam and Paul. Johnny, his wife Louisa and their two kids Aidan and Kate. They all tended to stick together although Carla and Michelle were the closest of them all, despite Johnny's daughter Kate desperate to become close to the two.
As for relationships.. well Carla didn't exactly have much luck when it came to that who wants to be with the girl that's from the dodgy council estate that can't even afford to buy the nice clothes and pay the bills?
"Hey love, what can I get you" echoed over Carla's thoughts, zoning back to reality to see the current Rover's owner and landlady, Bet Gilroy.
"Oh sorry uh.. red wine please" she nodded as Bet gave her a nod back a small smile before Michelle walked round the bar to stand next to Carla.
Bet bought both of their drinks over and Michelle paid, as Carla drummed her nails against the glass a man walked in the Rover's, a big smile across his face as he called out for 'Steve' just as another one walked in, the pair of them heading over to the bar.
Carla's eyes glanced over to the two men, both of them stopped to order their drinks and Carla's eyes linked with the man that had light brown, fair hair, a soft smile and a jet black leather jacket. She took in how his eyes twinkled against those lights.. the way he smiled slightly to one side.. but, those dreamboat eyes.
Realising she looked for too long Carla shook her head to return to the real world only just to hear a "can I help you there love?" from the exact same man.
Shaking her head and rushing to a booth Carla sat down, only to be seated next to Chelle.
"Why were you talking to him.. more still why were you looking at him?" Michelle asked, as Carla glanced over to him once again just curious to know who he could be only to get hit by Michelle.
"Ow!" She piped, glancing to Michelle with annoyance.
"He's Ken Barlow's son.. Carla, you don't want to get involved with them"
"Ken Barlow's.. as in from No.1?" Carla looked to Michelle, her face filled with shock.
"Yes now stop staring and just drink your wine" she answered, glancing to Peter and back to Carla.
"I wasn't staring or even getting involved.. he just asked me if I was ok and I ignored him" Carla said, taking a few sips of the wine.
"Who's she?" Peter asked, his arms crossed leaning onto the bar's side, Steve shrugging and looking to Bet.
"Thats Carla Donovan, she's Sharon's daughter, the woman from the brightwell estate.. you don't want to talk to her those lot are just trouble love" Bet informed him.
Peter nodded "oh right.. Sharon's daughter, if only I'd known" he downed his drink and glanced over to Carla.
Her black raven hair draping down her back as she fiddled with the bottom of her lip using her thumb and finger, her smile lighting up her whole face, as she turned to lock eyes with the man who was stood at the other end of the bar.. Peter. He took in the way her eyes lit up.. they were a pool of Mocha, her beauty reeling him in.
She turned back to her best friend and let out this cackle.. but to Peter it was the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard.. a dirty laugh, it's like life was in slow motion.
"I'm going out for a fag.." he pulled out his box of cigarettes, taking one out and heading outside, shortly after Carla slowly walked out.
"Oh.. hey" he smiled at her, taking a few drags of his cigarette.
"Hey.. I couldn't help but just notice you kept looking at me, was something the problem?" She asked
"Oh right, yeah no it's nothing, just checking you were ok" he nodded.
"Oh right.. here give us that ciggy" she gestured for him to pass along, once he did she took a long drag, handing it back over.
"You smoke?" He asked.
"Sometimes.. If it's needed" she laughed.
He smiled gently, looking down to the ground as he flicked the remains onto the pavement, crushing them into grains by the base of his shoe.
"Well it's been nice to meet you.. Peter" he gave her his hand to shake.
"Oh.. Carla" she smiled and took his hand, shaking it gently.
"It's been lovely to meet you Carla" he smiled before walking back inside.
"You too.." she said quietly.
Following him in and finishing off her drink, carrying on the evening with Michelle until the clock hit half 12, it was getting late, deciding to call it a night she thanked Chelle and left.
Strolling slowly down Coronation Street, admiring each little cobble that laid directly beneath her feet.
"Hey you!" Peter rushed over.
"Heyyyy" Carla said in a sing song motion, a smile across her face.
"Are you on your way home?" He asked.
"Have you ever noticed all these cobbles.. I never did until now mind you I don't live here" she giggled, clearly already intoxicated.
"Yes.. I've noticed the cobbles, for the last 20 years I've been here" he laughed, amused by this woman, and the way she could charm her way throughout any situation.
Dropping to sit on the floor, her legs being too tiring to lean on, a huge grin still on her face as her eyelids slowly closed.
"Ok.. you can't be staying here all night" he lifted her up, resting her body against his as her head flopped down on his shoulder.
"Gosh.." he whispered to himself, holding her upright.
He began to walk her slowly down the long road of cobbles as she stopped to notice every other random cobble with a gasp and laugh...