Chuckie From Shameless Now Novels & Stories

Jasmine opened her mouth to try to come up with an explanation until it clicked, she arched her brow and seeing the grin on Chucks' face, she shook her head. "So we've got jokes, huh?" "And a lot of other stuff, like real friends below the age of forty-five." Jasmine's eyes sparked with interest momentarily, but then she sighed realising what Chucks was doing. He was trying to divert her attention from her first question. "Stop fronting, Chucks. How are things back at home?"

the word shamelessly and impatient fell out of my mouth. "where's Chloe?"

The next moment saw Chuck instantly turning into a shard of shadow as he vanished. Oh no! Chase leaped and instantly evaded into a distance. Chuck appeared where Chase had been standing. There was a huge hole in the chest of his black clothes. His chest was slightly dented. Chase’s punch had managed to hurt Chuck. Chuck wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips and stared hard at Chase. He said slowly, “I can’t believe you managed to injure me when I was careless, Chase Collins. Unfortunately, this is all you can achieve with your very best. Prepare to die now!”

“I’ll go first, if it helps.” She nodded cautiously. “I hate birthday parties,” he said. “Always have. Even as a kid. Something about being the center of attention made me feel like I was performing. I hated pretending to enjoy it.” She blinked. “That's surprisingly normal.” “Disappointed?” “No,” she said. “Just… humanizing.” His lips curved. “Your turn.” Brielle glanced down at her napkin. “Sometimes I pretend I’m someone else when I walk around campus.” He arched a brow. “Who?”

At this rate, my carefully laid plans wouldn’t last through the night, let alone all the way to Sunday. “Hey, breathe, Liam.” Chuck’s laughter slowly dwindled. Placing his hand on my shoulder again, he shook me much gentler this time, as if offering support more than mockery now. “This isn’t a big deal.” Looking at him, I tried to gauge the truthfulness in that statement. “It isn’t?” “No,” Chuck said. “That wasn’t Joanna,” I said. “No, it wasn’t,” Chuck said. “I don’t know who that was, and I don’t want to know. She’s very pretty. You have good taste –”

I was tired of the insults, especially the ones that came from Tracey’s sharp tongue and demeaning stares. I remembered the way she had smirked when I reached for a slice of bread during that awful dinner. “You’re no different from a tennis ball and you still… eat carbs?” Her words had sliced right through me. They still stung whenever I thought about them. First, she was trying to take Miles away from me, and then she had the nerve to shame my body in my own house. But Miles had stepped in. “Tracey!” His voice had been sharp and protective. “You will apologize to Chela immediately.”

“Okay, sorry. I am really bad at telling jokes but at least I am trying to give you a good one.” “I know, and I appreciate the effort there.” “So, do you want to shout out your frustrations and anger right now? I will not laugh at you, I promise. In fact, I can look out for the surroundings for you. You know, just in case someone will hear and they need an explanation. I am much, much willing to do the honor.” Chuck took his body off the hand trail and just moved behind me. He anchored both of his hands over my shoulders and I felt his long shuddering fingers trembling as it touched my skin.

“Good. Now… what happened?” I told her everything. How I left the studio early because I’d forgotten an important script. Only to come home and walk straight into that pornographic scene. Chuck on top of Daisy, her legs thrown up like she was doing some yoga pose for Playboy while Chuck moaned like a man who had just tasted the seventh heaven. By the time I finished talking, Camille was practically fuming on the other end. “That lowlife piece of shit! I always knew Chuck had trash energy, but this?” she snapped. “In your bed? After everything you've done for him? That asshole has no soul!”

Chuck wondered if she was a working girl, although she certainly wasn't dressed like it. Suddenly she ask, "Are you from out of town?" "Yea", Chuck said, "West Coast. I'm here for a seminar." as he sipped on his drink. "I'm here because I wanted to get out of the house," she said. "My kids are at their grandparents in Florida this week as they are on spring break." Chuck looked at the ring finger on her left hand and could see the discoloration where her wedding ring had been. "What about your husband?" Chuck asked as he had another sip of his drink.

As we finished eating, we could hear someone coming up the driveway and Jayce confirmed that it was his mechanic friend after checking out the window. Jayce and I met his friend on the back patio. His friend introduced himself as Chuck. Chuck seemed like a very downhome guy. He was dressed in torn faded jeans with rips in them and were slightly stained from oil and grease. He had on a flannel button down shirt with a white undershirt peaking through the top. Although Chuck shaved, he already had the beginning shadow of a beard gracing his face. Chuck had kind eyes, and an even kinder smile. Not to sound like I am stereotyping people, but Chuck looked exactly like you would imagine a mechanic