I've always loved the idea of romance between a rich/poor couple, plus I love Carl's character and I can't wait till he gets older and begins to get more lines and a better storyline. So I just took his character and made this, idek what this is.

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Also send prompts of any characters, I'd love a writing challenge.

Carl was gazing off into space in 3 period English, he was dreaming about smoking weed on his roof while looking at the stars, he shook himself awake. What a pussy he thought to himself and chuckled quietly to himself. He actually loved being high and staring at the stars, it was peaceful and quiet and he liked to empty his mind there. He couldn't wait till the period was over so he could meet up with the gang and eat. He checked his pockets but felt nothing. He forgot to ask Fi for some change so he could buy a beef patty. His stomach grumbled and he moaned slightly as his stomach shook. He didn't even eat breakfast or dinner last night. He was so tired from lifting 50 lbs. boxes of books he just KO'd on his bed. He clutched his stomach and placed his head on the desk trying to clear his head. The guys weren't going to share shit with him, so he was going to tell them he got detention and he was going to camp out in the bathroom. Fuck, he thought then he wouldn't be eating till 8 since he had community hours to fulfill. He groaned again thinking about food, he breathed deeply and lifted his head to check the time but caught eyes with Adelaide, the smart-ass rich girl he sat beside in the majority of his classes. She stared at him with her big brown eyes that made her look like a stupid baby deer.

"Are you ok?" She said, glancing at his arms clutching his stomach then back up at him. Carl nodded, he must've been groaning loudly. She grabbed her fancy handbag she used as a backpack, which he didn't understand why girls did that. Wouldn't their arms just get tired with all the homework and textbooks we get? He looked at her bag, big black and leather, which had gold pendent that had the letters MK encircled in the middle. A leather piece of material fell onto his face and he grabbed it between his fingers reading the letters Michael Kors. Oh wow, this bag must be expensive he thought, Debs and Fi always talk about Michael Kors with longing expressions 'cause the bags alone cost 5 bills. Why would anyone drop more than $10 on a purse? He straightened up and dropped the material back on the desk and he leaned up on his elbows to get comfy so he could daydream again.

He felt a soft tap on his shoulder and he turned his head toward Adelaide, looking over his shoulder at her. She was holding a glass container with a neatly cut ham sandwich with the crusts cut off. She nudged him with the container, his mouth watering.

"No thanks" he mustered out, he hated taking handouts, especially from a rich girl. Adelaide frowned and flipped her dark brown wavy hair over her shoulder. A burst of coconut and vanilla sent overcame him and he sniffed deeply trying to get the smell back. "Fuck, that smelt good!" He whispered, laughing. "Are you trying to fucking drug me?" Adelaide smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides.

"Doesn't it smell fucking fantastic?" She emphasized the word fucking, but her innocent demeanor and high voice betrayed her making it sound awkward and forced. Carl let out a loud scoff, drawing attention to him and Adelaide for a moment causing Adelaide to blush.

"Don't swear," Carl teased, nudging her with his elbow. Adelaide smiled and pushed the container towards Carl.

"Eat it, please. Your stomach is distracting me." She smirked at him. Carl smirked back and opened the container. The smell of ham wafting into his nose oh was he hungry. Plus, this was some class A ham, it wasn't those packaged meats Fiona buys, this was from the deli, freshly cut. His mouth was watering as he took a bite. It was delicious; it was full of lettuce, tomato, cheese and ham. He ignored everyone as he filled his stomach. He probably looked like a fat ass eating this angel made sandwich. When he was done, he snapped back the lid and pushed it toward Adelaide who was staring at him, her mouth slightly agape.

"Thanks," Carl said, slightly embarrassed. Adelaide perked up and grabbed the container and stuffed it back into her bag. She took out a juice box with a little elephant on it and gave it to Carl. Carl glanced at the elephant and raised an eyebrow at Adelaide.

"Don't hate on my elephant, ok? It's cute," Adelaide, said giggling, Carl chuckled and stabbed the straw into the little opening. Carl's hand engulfed the juice box, his hand being twice the size of the miniature juice box. He drank the box in 10 seconds.

"That was like 2 sips…" Carl said confused and staring at the box, "Why would you get mini juice boxes when regular juice boxes are so small?"

Adelaide shrugged and took out another mini juice box and started sipping it herself.

Beep. The announcement system came on.

"Adelaide Clarkson, your parents have called and have asked if you could go to your book club meeting by yourself, they promise that your chauffer will pick you up at 7 sharp."

Carl glanced at Adelaide who was blushing heavily, she choked out a 'Yes ok' and looked down away from everybody's gaze. Actually, just the South Side glares, including myself.

The bell rang and he jumped up, he mumbled thanks to Adelaide again, grabbed his bag and jacket and quickly walked out the door. He was off to smoke another cig with the boys.