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Saving 6 was actually SO good? Joey Aoife dynamics? THE CHEMISTRY?THE TENSION 🤌🏻Chloe did wonders with this book.
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shannon lynch and joey lynch quotes in binding 13
“You're blushing," Joey stated, sounding amused.
It was a completely accurate assessment, one I furtively denied. "I am not."
He snorted. "Yeah, you fucking are."”
"It's too dark to see that, so how do you even know that I'm blushing?"
Joey laughed softly. "So, you admit it?"
"I do not." I bit back a curse. "And I am not.”
“I can't even think about it without going out in sympathy with the poor bastard."
"But what if–"
"No!"
"But I just –"
"Goodnight Shannon!" Flopping onto his side with his back to me, Joey grumbled, "Thanks for my future nightmares.”
“Without our parents' presence, it was down to Joey and me to fend for our younger siblings.”
“My lie didn’t seem to comfort my brother, though. He just stared back at me, looking broken and defeated.
"I'm so fucking sorry, Shan," my brother choked out, dropping his head in his hands. "I should have been here.”
“Myself and Shannon have each other," Joey interrupted, gesturing a finger between us. "That's it.”
“What I'm trying to say here is that I appreciate you looking out for my sister," he finally said. "She's had a hard few years and Tommen seems like a good fit for her. So, I guess I'm hoping that you continue keeping an eye out for her at school –you know, making sure no one is giving her any hassle.”
“I think you need to buy that girl a ring, Joe," I announced as I read and then reread the note Aoife had left on my brother's bedside locker on Sunday morning. "She's a keeper."
"Yeah," Joey muttered, scratching his jaw. "She must really love me."
"Uh, you think?" I rolled my eyes. "She adores you."
"But I don’t get why she would do this for me."
"Me either," I teased. "Especially when you look so much like Shrek."
"Cheeky fucker," he chuckled, play-shoving me. "Give me a look at that note again.”
“I know I don’t say this often, but I want you to know that I love you and I'm so bloody grateful that you're my big brother."
Joey pulled a face. "Are you going soft on me, baby sister?"
"No." I blushed. "I just want you to know that you're important to us. And we appreciate everything you do for us."
Don’t leave us. Please don’t ever leave me.
"Well, right back atcha, kid,”
“Hold on, Shan. I almost forgot–" Breaking off mid-sentence, Joey padded into kitchen, returning a few moments later with a small, gift wrapped parcel in his hands.
Joey handed me the gift and then ruffled my hair. "Happy sweet sixteenth, Shan."
"Thanks Joey." I beamed, clutching what I already knew was a CD beneath the pink wrapping paper.”
“With his arm wrapped around my shoulders, he walked me over to the table and lowered me onto a chair. "You're okay," he kept whispering, and I wasn’t sure if he was telling me this or himself. "You're okay. I'm here. I'm right here, Shan.”
“Ollie, Tadhg, and Sean all hurried into the kitchen then with backpacks on their backs. All three of them went straight to Joey. Because he was our protector. He was the reason we were all in one piece. He was our hero.”
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boys of tommen series by chloe walsh is my forever series. i will always love it
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my spotify playlists based on books
hello hello! my spotify is filled with playlists based on books i've read so i wanted to share! enjoy!
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Ok so I finished Binding13/Keeping 13 and am now onto Saving 6 and I'm in love with Aoife and Joey.
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shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh quotes in binding 13
“You're feeling like this because you care about Johnny."
Nodding, I clenched my eyes shut and tensed my body to stop the tremors from racking through me.
"And maybe because you love him?"
Exhaling a ragged breath, I rolled onto my back and turned my face to look at my best friend.
"I'm so in love with him, Claire," I confessed, and then I burst into tears. "I love him so much that the thought of him not being okay is killing me.”
“I think I love that girl."
"Well, who's this girl?"
"She's a river," I sighed and closed my eyes. "I'm keeping her, Da."
"Okay, son," he coaxed. "You keep the girl."
"She makes my heart go, like, whoa."
"Is that right?" he mused.
"So bad, Da," I sighed. "Boom, boom, fucking boom." I shook my head. "All the time.”
“You found her, Gibs!" I exclaimed. "Thank fuck. I thought I lost her."
"I did, buddy," Gibsie chuckled softly. "I brought Shannon back to you."
"Shannon like the river," I sighed contently.
"Shannon Lynch?" Mam exclaimed. "That's who he's rambling on about?"
"Oh, yeah," Gibsie mused.
"What happened to being friends, Johnny?" Mam asked.
"I lied," I snickered. "I've been lying all along."
"Oh, Johnny," Mam sighed. "You never had to lie, baby. I like that girl."
"She's mine," I grumbled. "You can't have her.”
“I wanna see her, Ma," he groaned. "I can't see her."
My heart leapt in my chest.
"Me?" I squeaked.
"Always you,”
“See her, Da? See? So fucking beautiful!" Johnny announced. "Told ye all.”
“I'm here now," I whispered, unable to stop my smile at how adorable he was in this moment. "And you're going to be okay."
"I love you, Shannon like the River," he slurred.
My heart stopped. Did he just? No. No, of course he didn’t.
"I fucking love you," Johnny said again.
“Johnny, I know, but I have to go. It's family only."
"She's my wife," he announced then, blowing my mind clean open.
"Johnathon Kavanagh," his mother snapped. "Stop this right now! You'll scare the girl."
"What are ya talking about? I’m not scaring her. I love her."
"Johnny, I'll come back," I coaxed, exhaling a trembling breath. "I promise I'll come back, okay?"
I tried to pull my hand free from his, but he wouldn’t let go. He was shaking his head and looking up at me with big, wide, high as a kite eyes.
"I have to go," I repeated, feeling completely torn. "I'm so sorry."
"I'll come with you," he announced, and then proceed to use one hand to rip at his wires.
"Stop that," I ordered, capturing his rogue hand with my free one. "You'll hurt yourself."
"I want you. Just you.”
“You are in trouble with me," I told Johnny once the door had clicked shut, leaving us alone together. "When you're back to your senses, we're going to talk about what you just did."
"I don’t care, I got what I wanted."
“And what was that? To embarrass your mother?"
"You. I got you.”
“Look at that face," he whispered, staring up at me with a peculiar expression. "I'm gonna keep you."
"Okay. You can keep me."
Sitting beside him, I leaned forward, rested an arm on one side of his head, and stroked his cheek with my free hand. His hands were still wrapped around my waist, but not so tightly now.
"Close your eyes," I told him softly. "I'll be here when you wake up.”
“I’m only ever thinking about you," he replied. "Only you."
My heart. My poor, poor heart. I didn’t stand a chance with this boy.”
“Look at me –" I tilted his face to mine. "Johnny Kavanagh, open your eyes and look at me."
With a great deal of effort, he did. I waited several beats for him to focus on my face before I continued.
"You are worth so much more than rugby." I kissed his lips because, quite frankly, I had an issue with inappropriate kissing when it came to this boy. "If you never picked up a rugby ball for the rest of your life, it wouldn’t matter to me."
"I think I need you for keeps,”
"I think I need you for keeps, too,"
"You are so pretty. That very first day. Boom."
"Boom?" I giggled.
He nodded solemnly. "Boom.”
“If this is love, then it's you," he replied, dragging me down to lay beside him.
"Huh?"
"You," he mumbled sleepily, dropping a heavy arm around my shoulders.
"Me what?" I whispered as I placed my hand on his stomach and snuggled into his side.
"You are love." He sighed contently. "Stay with me." Always.
"I'll stay with you,”
“When your back was to the wall last night, who sat here with you?" I stared at him.
"Who held your hand, Johnny?"
"Dad –"
“Who waited for the ambulance with you?"
"Dad, stop–"
"Who came to check on you when you were at your worst?”
“Da. She's so… And I'm so in –
"Love with her?" Dad smirked. "Yes, we all know, Johnny. You shouted it from the rooftop last night.”
“Jesus Christ," I whimpered. "Why didn’t you stop me?"
"We couldn’t," he replied. "You would only settle down for Shannon. You fell asleep in her arms.”
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aoife molloy quotes in boys of tommen series
“Joey's girlfriend was absolutely stunning with an envious figure, long blonde hair, and a beautiful face”
“I loved Aoife Molloy. I truly loved the girl as a sister.”
“Hey– don't call my boyfriend a scumbag," Aoife snarled as she barreled towards Bella. "Is this her, Shan?" she demanded. "Did she do this to you?"
"Please, just leave it," Shannon strangled out.
"Who the hell are you?" Bella hissed, glaring at Aoife.
"Oh, I'm your worst nightmare, bitch." Taking her to the ground in one fell swoop. Aoife straddled Bella. "You like terrorizing little girls?" she demanded, straddling Bella. "Try someone your own size.”
“My eyes landed on Aoife then and her golden hair as it blew around her face in the light summer breeze.”
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claire biggs and gerard gibson quotes in binding 13
"Jesus Christ, I swear to god, lad, that girl drives me crazy."
“You're already crazy. You don’t need anyone's help with that."
"Look at her, Johnny. Look at how beautiful that girl is. Christ, it might be that sunshine hair, but I swear she glows."
"Don’t even think about it,"
"I won't –for now," Gibs replied, eyes alight with mischief. "But I've a feeling that I'm going to marry her.”
“It's okay, Claire got her own back on him, didn’t you?"
"Not intentionally," she objected.
"Oh, come off it." Lizzie rolled her eyes. "You knew exactly what he would do when you went crying to him.”
"Who?" I asked. "What did you do?"
"She went running to her shadow."
"Who?"
"Gibsie,"
"Oh my god. What did he do?"
"What do you think he did? He jumped in to defend her honor."
"He didn’t!"
"He did," Claire chirped gleefully.
"He broke Jamie's nose," Lizzie added.”
“I need your help, babe."
"I'm not your babe," Claire grumbled and tossed another pillow at him. "What if I had been naked in here?"
"Then I would die a happy man," he retorted as the second pillow smacked against his chest.”
“That boy is an idiot. Our friend is in love with a class-A idiot."
"He's not that bad. Hold on – you think Claire's in love with Gibsie?"
Now Lizzie looked at me.
"Isn't it obvious? What girl in her right mind puts up with years of flirting and tormenting if she doesn’t have serious feelings for him?"
“Gerard!" Claire screamed at the top of her lungs "Your cat is shitting in my bathtub!"
"I know," Gibsie groaned loudly. "It smells so bad, and he won't stop.”
“He did this on purpose," he told her, tone accusing. "Because I put him out of my room last night. He's punishing me."
"He's glaring at you," she told him.
"I know." Gibsie shuddered. "Just pick him up and put him in the utility room."
"He's glaring at me now," Claire squeaked, scrambling away from the cat.
"He's trying to intimidate you, babe," Gibsie coaxed. "Don’t look him in the eyes.”
“I am not picking him up, Gerard. He looks like he's two seconds away from murdering me."
"I'll protect you,"
"You're afraid of him!”
“Yes!" Claire cheered, clapping like a demented seal. "Go on, Gerard!"
It sounded funny hearing Claire call him Gerard when everyone else around us was cheering the name Gibsie. Literally, no one called him Gerard except for Claire.”
“I want that," Claire sighed, watching her brother pick his girlfriend up and swing her around. "Obviously not with my brother," she grimaced. "But what they have." She sighed again. "I want that someday."
"Claire-bear!" a familiar voice called out.
Claire spun around and I swear her entire face lit up when she noticed Gibsie jogging towards us.
"You did it!" she screamed and then flung herself at him. He seemed as excited as she did and caught her. I watched them for several minutes, swinging each other around, completely caught up in their own bubble as they talked animatedly about different points in the game. Either Claire was clueless, Gibsie was clueless, or they were both as blind as each other because I could feel, see, and taste the chemistry wafting off them.”
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joeyaoife quotes in binding 13
“He'd been seeing his girlfriend, Aoife, exclusively for about eight months, and he seemed completely devoted to her”
“Aoife was in love with my brother, so I guessed that explained the horrified look on her face and the way she constantly stroked her fingers over the back of his hand.”
“No way, Joey. You cannot miss school," Aoife admonished. "It's the leaving cert."
"No, babe," Joey replied wearily. "I can't let the kids go hungry, and god only knows when that bitch will come back."
"I can help you with –"
"I am not taking your money, Aoife," Joey cut her off by saying. "So please don’t offer."
"Joey, I want to help you."
"And I love you for that, but I'm not taking handouts from my girlfriend.”
“Myself and Shannon have each other," Joey interrupted, gesturing a finger between us. "That's it."
"Not anymore," Aoife told my brother. "You have me." Reaching across the table, she covered his hand with hers and smiled weakly. "All of you."
Joey's shoulders visibly sagged as she snatched her hand up and pressed his lips to her knuckles.
"Christ, I love you," he told her, voice low and gruff.”
“I knew exactly how appealing unconditional love, affection, and security was to someone like Joey. It was the same for me. And because I knew in my heart and soul exactly how this would pan out. From her, Joey was receiving a form of love he'd been denied his whole life. And if that girl jumped, he would jump right along with her. I wouldn’t blame him.”
“I am starving and I know you both must be, too. So, I am going to make a food run to the chipper and it will be my treat."
Joey shook his head. "Aoife, I told you –"
"My treat, babe," she interrupted, giving my brother a hard look. "Now, are you coming with me?"
"Yeah, I'll come,”
“I think you need to buy that girl a ring, Joe," I announced as I read and then reread the note Aoife had left on my brother's bedside locker on Sunday morning. "She's a keeper."
"Yeah," Joey muttered, scratching his jaw. "She must really love me."
"Uh, you think?" I rolled my eyes. "She adores you."
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shannon lynch and joey lynch quotes in binding 13
“I knew that when I hurt, Joey hurt too. I didn’t want to be a burden around his neck, someone he was constantly having to look out for, but it had been that way since as far back as I could remember.”
“As per usual, it was just Joey and me. The two amigos.
"Do you think I'll fit in, Joey?" I asked, voicing my concerns aloud. I could do that with Joey. He was the only one in our family I felt I could talk to and confide in. I looked down at my uniform and shrugged helplessly. His eyes burned with unspoken emotion as he stared down at me, and I knew he was up this early not because he was desperate to use the bathroom, but because he wanted to see me off on my first day.”
“I'm so fucking proud of you, Shan," Joey said in a voice that was thick with emotion. "You don’t even realize how brave you are.”
“Joey nodded, then pulled me in for a hug. "You are going to be grand," he whispered in my ear, hugging me so tight I wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince or console”
“I can do this, Joey," I whispered, casting a quick glance to where he was leaning against the bannister, watching me with concerned eyes. "I can."
"I know you can." His voice was low and pained. "I just…I'm here for you, okay?" he finished with a heavy exhale. "Always here for you."
This was hard for my brother, I realized, as I watched him wave me off to school like an anxious parent would their firstborn. He was always fighting my battles, always jumping in to defend me and pull me to safety. I wanted him to be proud of me, to see me as more than a little girl that needed his constant protection.”
“Joey walked over to where I was standing, feet frozen to the floor, and playfully nudged my cheek with his knuckles. It was a tender display of affection and a silent show of solidarity.”
“Joe?" I whispered when my eyes landed on him. He was sitting on the edge of his bed in his boxer shorts, holding a wad of toilet paper to his mouth. "You okay?"
"I'm grand, Shan," he bit out, tone sharp, as he dabbed the tissue against his bottom lip. "You should go to bed."
"You're bleeding," I strangled out, eyes locked on the stream of blood stained tissue.
"It's just a busted lip," he shot back, sounding a little irritated. "Just go back to your room."
I didn’t. I couldn’t. I must have hovered at his door for a long time because when Joey looked up at me, his expression was resigned. Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair and then patted the mattress beside him. "Come on."
Bolting over to him, I collapsed down on the bed and wrapped my arms around my brother's neck, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding my world together. Sometimes I thought that might be true.
"It's okay, Shan," he whispered, comforting me.”
“I don’t want to be here anymore, Joe."
"Me either."
"I'm sick of feeling scared all the time."
"I know." He patted my back and then stood. "One of these days, everything will be better. I promise.”
“Hey, Joe?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
He tipped his chin up, letting me know he was listening.
"Please don’t do to me what Darren did to us." Folding my hands under my cheek, I whispered, "Don’t leave me."
"I won't," my brother vowed, tone laced with grit and sincerity. "I won't ever leave you here with him.”
“you and me? We stick together." He turned his face to me and said, "When I get out of this shithole, and I will get out, I'm taking you with me.”
“I'll get out of here, Shannon. I'll get you out of here. I can fucking promise you that."
"I believe you," I told him.”
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shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh quotes in binding 13
“She's threatened by you," he said gruffly. "Her reaction to you is based on jealousy."
"Threatened by me?" I shook my head. "Why?"
"Because you're beautiful," he stated, causing my cheeks to flush a deep shade of pink.
A boy had never called me beautiful before. Not like this. Not with such forwardness. Not with such sincerity. Johnny said it, though, and my heart was flapping around in my chest like a demented, caged bird, fighting to escape.
He cleared his throat then, looking slightly uncomfortable, and for a moment I thought he was about to take the compliment back, but then he steeled his features, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and whispered, "Inside and out.”
"So, you do trust me."
The shrug I gave him was a helpless one because that's exactly how I felt in this moment: disarmed and utterly helpless.
"Words, Shannon. I need the words."
"What do you want me to say?"
"Tell me why you trust me."
"Because when I'm with you, I feel..."
"You feel?"
"Safe, okay? When you're around, I feel safe."
"Because you are,”
“Shannon, look at me."
I shook my head, refusing his request. I couldn’t. It was too much. He was far too much.
"Look at me," he repeated, tone soft and coaxing.
When I made no move to oblige, Johnny tipped my chin up with his hand, forcing our gazes to lock, blue eyes burning holes in mine.
"You. Are. Safe,”
“Johnny hesitated for a moment and then said, "Because I care."
"Why?"
"I just do." He shrugged helplessly. "I can't help it.”
“For fuck's sake," Johnny groaned, dropping his hand. "Not another bleeding quiz."
I chuckled at his reaction.
"What's funny?" he asked, smirking at me. "Don’t tell me you actually enjoy these things?"
I enjoy being with you.
"I'm on the winning team," I teased, nudging his shoulder with mine. "Of course, I'm enjoying this.”
“Johnny caught my hand and pulled me back to face him.
"You'll come home with me tonight?" he asked gruffly, eyes burning with heat, as he fiddled with that rogue strand of hair of mine. "You still want to do that?"
"Yeah," I whispered, stepping closer, unable to resist the urge to knot my fingers in his shirt. "I do."
"Shannon, I'm so…" He exhaled a sharp breath and shook his head. "Tonight." His hand moved from my hair to cup my cheek. "We'll talk tonight."
"Okay, Johnny," I breathed, leaning my cheek into his large palm.
Without another word, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead. And then he turned around and walked away. Reeling, I watched him until he disappeared into the clubhouse and then I walked back to my friends. Confused was an understatement for how I was feeling. The sheer depth of my feelings for him was unhealthy. The adoration, the lust, the downright infatuation I had for him…it was insanity. I had never felt this much. I had never felt so consumed.”
“I didn’t bother denying it anymore. There was no point. I had never felt this much for another person in my entire life.”
“If Gibsie hadn't come over, I would have kissed her. I knew I would have. I already knew what those lips felt like. I wanted so badly to taste them again. I would taste them again. I was starving for her and everything she was. Every part of her. Inside and out. I wanted to fight all her battles. I wanted to give her all her smiles and make her laugh and snatch her away from the rest of the world and keep her all to myself. I just wanted her. For keeps. I knew that was incredibly selfish of me, and I knew that I was probably going to end up fucking up everything and breaking her heart, but the problem was, my heart was involved, too. I needed to talk to her tonight because I needed to lay it out there. I couldn’t go another day without getting it off my chest. Months of wanting, lusting, and pining after her had left me at a point where I couldn’t see straight anymore. Because I had caught feelings for Shannon. Huge fucking feelings. Permanent ones.”
“But I already felt like I was drowning with her. That's how consumed I was in this girl. That's how much I loved her.”
“Can you stay with me?"
My feet stopped and my heart sped up.
I turned back to look at him. "Huh?"
"Please," Johnny croaked out. "I don’t want to be on my own."
My heart constricted tightly in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
"I can go and get Gibsie?" I offered weakly.
Johnny shook his head. "I only want you."
I knew I should leave. I should walk out of this room and take my seat on the bus. It would be the right thing to do. The sensible thing. But I wouldn’t. Because I couldn’t leave him.”
“It's okay," I promised, taking his big hand in mine. "You're going to be okay."
Johnny stiffened, but didn’t pull his hand from mine. I didn’t let go either. I just pulled his hand onto my lap and held on tightly.”
“Let me see you," I instructed softly. Keeping my right hand wrapped around his, I used my left to reach over and turn his chin. "Those fuckers," I grumbled, eyeing the purple bruising on the side of his cheek, and that cut above his brow that was once again clotting. "Your poor face."
Johnny chuckled then.
"What's funny?" I asked, thrilled to hear that sound come out of him.
"It's weird to hear you say fucker," he explained with a weary smile.
"I'm quite partial to cursing, you know," I told him, desperately trying to distract him from his pain.
"No, you're not," he replied gruffly, too clever for his own good. "You're just saying that to distract me."
"Is it working?"
He nodded stiffly. "Don’t stop.”
“Why are you sorry?" I breathed, trembling from head to toe.
He cupped my cheek with his free hand and tilted my chin up.
"Because I shouldn’t do this," he whispered.
And then he kissed me.”
“Are you okay?" I breathed against his lips as I held onto his shoulders.
"Just keep kissing me," he strangled out. "I want you so much."
"You do?"
"So fucking much,”
“Am I doing it right?" I breathed against his lips, feeling achingly aware of my inexperience.
"More than right," he assured me, claiming my mouth once again.
"This is my first kiss," I moaned against his lips.
"You're fucking perfect,”
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shannon lynch and johnny kavanagh quotes in binding 13
“But just so you know?" he added, "She's always been your Shannon.”
“Johnny, don’t," I strangled out as I chased after him.
For once in my life, I was glad to be tiny. It allowed me to slide into the tiny space between Johnny and the table he was leaning over.
"Johnny," I breathed, pressing hard on his chest. "Walk away." He didn’t look at me.
“Johnny," I repeated, reaching up and touching his face. He snapped his furious gaze on me.
"Walk away," I commanded, staring up at him with my heart in my mouth. "Please."
A vein ticked in Johnny's temple as he stared down at me, looking more enraged than I'd ever seen him. I didn’t dare breathe while I watched him make his choice. Finally, he released a furious growl and nodded stiffly.”
“What one did you mean to give me?"
Johnny had a pinched expression when he said, "A Maroon 5 song."
"Oh?" I looked up at him. "Which one?"
"She Will Be Loved." Oh. Oh wow.”
“Today I found myself participating in the boring as fuck quizzes and charades games, not to mention, I-bleeding-Spy. I knew Gibsie, Hughie, and Feely were laughing their asses off at me from the back of the bus – they knew I never joined in on these games – but I didn’t give a shite because playing these games meant Shannon had to talk to me. Every time I won, the girl next to me smiled. Every time I handed her another Easter egg or stupid little award, she crept further out of that shell she was hiding in. That was worth the slagging I was going to reap from my team. She was worth it all.”
“Do you mind?" I asked then.
He smirked. "No, baby, I don’t mind.”
“The fuck is this?" Johnny asked, staring at the pink, fluffy bobble dangling on top of the welcome to Tommen pen that Claire bought me. "Christ." He flicked the bobble, making it sparkle, then turned his accusatory gaze on me. "Could you be any more of a girl?"
"You said you wouldn’t judge. And I am a girl."
“Are your feet even touching the floor?"
"Of course," I confirmed, then quickly felt for the ground with my toes to see if I was right. "See?" I tossed back, happy to discover that I was, in fact, right. Granted, my toes barely touched the floor, but there was definite tip-toe contact happening. "Ha-ha."
"Ha-ha?" Johnny threw his head back and laughed. "Are you four years old?"
"Says the guy ribbing me over my height," I replied, giving him my best indignant glare.
"I'm only stating facts," he replied innocently. An impish grin spread across his face before he added, "I was half-expecting you to bring a booster seat on the bus."
Against my better judgement, I cracked a smile at his remark. There was something about his tone that assured me this wasn’t vindictive behavior. Johnny was being playful. It was strange, unexpected, and surprisingly welcome.
"I decided to leave it at home. Thank god I did, because there's barely enough room in here with your ego."
"Shannon Lynch has banter. Who'd have guessed?"
"Well, obviously not you.”
“his smiles were addictive. The more he offered, the more I craved.”
“Stop looking at me like that," he ordered, pressing a hand to his side to stop himself from laughing.
"Like what? I'm not doing anything!" I retorted, unable to stop the smile spreading across my lips. "You're the one threatening to snatch my tongue."
"It's that wide-eyed, nervous look you've got going on. Don’t worry, I won't steal your tongue."
"I'm not sure I believe you."
"You believe me,"
"Oh, I do? What makes you so sure?"
"Because you trust me," he responded with a huge, megawatt smile.”
“Because you can, Shannon," Johnny's voice broke through my thoughts. "You can trust me." His gaze was locked on mine, his strikingly intense, blue eyes burning holes inside of me. "I won't hurt you.”
“I won't," Johnny stated, seemingly able to read my thoughts. "Whatever you're used to," he continued to say, eyes locked on mine. "Or whoever you're used to. Whatever's responsible for that sad look in your eyes –" he paused to brush his thumb over my cheekbone. "That's not me, I'm not like that, and I won't do that to you."
"You promise?" I whispered, then quickly chided myself.
“I promise," Johnny surprised me by saying.
In that moment, and with those two small words, Johnny Kavanagh unknowingly blasted a hole clean through the wall around my heart.”
“What do you say?" he asked with a smirk.
I glanced down at the page and choked out a laugh.
In neat capital letters were the words: Shannon like the river. Will you please be my friend?
Two hand drawn boxes were sketched below the writing. One box had a yes over it, and the other had a no. The yes box had a smiley face. The no box had a sad face. At the bottom of the page were the words: Signed by alongside a slightly crooked line with his signature scrawled across it. Beneath the line with Johnny's name was an empty line for my name and he had dated the note January 10th 2005, my first day at Tommen. A side note stating: PS: Shannon promises not to sue Johnny when he's signed for the pros for any injuries he may or may not have caused her on the date mentioned above. This is a valid disclaimer, I shit you not, took up the last few lines of the page. It was ridiculous, adorable, and I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face.”
“The smile Johnny rewarded me with was wide, genuine, and breathtakingly beautiful. God, he looked like a different person when he smiled. His entire face transformed. His eyes lit up. The dimples in his cheeks were visible. He was simply beautiful, and I almost told him just that.”
"I can keep a secret, Johnny Kavanagh," I whispered, stroking his cheek with my fingers. "And I promise I'll keep yours.”
“Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh! Even though you're leaving. Even though you don’t feel the same. Even though loving you is going to break my heart. I love you with everything I have. And I probably always will.”
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“They've left you to your own devices? You?"
“And you know what that means, don’t you?" He winked back at her. "Sleepover time."
“Your parents left you in charge of their house?" she repeated, looking shocked.
He grinned and swiped her apple out of her hand. "They did."
"For an entire week?" Claire shook her head, mouth hanging open. "Alone? Unsupervised."
His grin widened as he tossed the apple up in the air. "You sound surprised," he added, catching the apple effortlessly.
"Because I am. Do they know you at all?"
“Obviously not," he snorted. "Now go home and pack your shit." He waggled his brows before taking a bite from Claire's apple. "Because you're checking into Hotel Gibson for the week," he added mid-chew. "Fun times.”
“I don’t know why I'm friends with you, You're so inappropriate."
"You are friends with me because you love me, Because I'm the only one that makes your cheeks turn pink–" he paused and stroked her cheek with his finger, "in more ways than one."
"When I was eleven, Gerard," she shot back. "And it was one bloody kiss!"
"I’m ready for a repeat performance," he told her. "Say the word, Claire-Bear, tell me you're ready for us, and I'm all yours”
“Now, back to business," Gibsie continued, leaning back in his chair. "What do you want to see tonight?"
Claire frowned. "Tonight?"
"We're going to the cinema," he stated with a devilish grin.”
“I'll swing by your place around seven?" Gibsie asked Claire. "Does that suit you?"
Claire nodded happily.
He gave her a huge smile before standing up and ruffling her curls. "See you then, Claire-Bear.”
“Claire groaned loudly. "He drives me crazy, Shan."
"He likes you. And before you shut me down and tell me he likes everyone, I mean he really likes you, Claire. It's obvious when you guys are together that he's into you."
It really was. At school, they watched each other's moves constantly. He was always coming over to her, cracking jokes and making pointless conversation. They behaved like an old married couple when they were together, with witty banter and quick retorts, and I couldn’t figure out why they weren't a couple already. It seemed so inevitable.”
“Any girl who walks past that boy turns his head."
"Yeah, but you haven't just turned his head, Claire. I think you've turned his heart.”
“And for what it's worth, I would have lost my shit, too,. If some bitch talked about Claire like that, I would have blown ten head gaskets.”
“Say a prayer for me," Gibsie told Claire. He then dove towards her and smacked a loud, smoochy kiss on her cheek before jogging away. "Ew, Gerard!" Claire called after him, wiping her flushed cheek with her sleeve.”
“What about Mr. Mulcahy?" Claire added, worrying her lip. "He and Mrs. Moore said we're not allowed to leave our rooms."
"Coach can kiss my lily-white ass," Gibsie shot back without hesitation. "That's my best friend lying in a hospital bed, babe."
"But, Gerard, it's only six in the morning," Claire added, sounding concerned. "And I don’t want you to get into trouble ”
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“How's it going Claire-bear?" A deep, male voice asked, distracting us both.
"Oh, hey Gerard," Claire acknowledged in a nonchalant tone, as she looked up at the ginormous, blond boy standing at the end of our table. "How are you?"
"Better now I'm talking to you," he purred as he walked over and propped his ass on the table, keeping his huge back to me and his attention locked on my friend. "You're looking as lovely as always.”
“she was clearly affected by this boy.”
“Are you jealous?" Gerard teased, tone highly flirtatious. "You know you're my number one."
"Spare me," Claire fake gagged.”
“He leaned closer and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I always play better when I know you're watching.”
“I'm Gerard Gibson," he introduced himself. "But everyone calls me Gibsie."
"I don’t," Claire tossed out airily.
Gibsie chuckled. "Okay, everyone except for this one calls me Gibsie." He pointed a thumb at my friend, flashing her an indulgent smile, before returning his attention to me. "She likes to be awkward.”
“Well, they've been in the same class since Junior Infants, and this monster right here –" she paused to give Gibsie a small shove before continuing, "has been a permanent fixture in my kitchen for most of my life. He lives across the street from us," she added. "Unfortunately."
"Come on, Claire-Bear," he teased. "Is that any way to talk about the guy who gave you your first kiss?"
"That was the result of an unfortunate game of spin the bottle," she shot back, cheeks turning pink, as she glared up at him. "And I've told you a million times to stop calling me that."
"It's all a show," Gibsie informed me with a huge grin. "She loves me really."
"I really don’t," Claire shot back, flustered now. "I tolerate him because he brings cookies to my house.”
“He's a whole lot into you," I stated, grateful for the distraction from my thoughts.
"Gerard likes everyone," she replied with a heavy sigh. "Well, everyone with a vagina."
"I don’t know, Claire. He seemed to really like you,”
“That was all the clarification I needed to confirm my suspicions. Claire likes Gerard”
“You're looking well, Claire-Bear!"
Curious, I followed his train of vision only to find two familiar looking blondes huddled under the awning outside the science building.
One of said girls was scowling back at us with her middle finger directed towards my best friend.
"Watching me train again?" Gibsie called across the courtyard. "You know I love when you do that."
"What was that?" Claire called back, cupping her ear with her hand. "I can't hear you."
"Go out with me!"
"Get stuffed, Gerard!”
“You know you want to," Gibsie laughed, twiddling his fingers at her in salute. "My little brown-eyed girl."
"Don’t do it, Gerard! Don’t you dare sing that –"
Gibs cut her off with a verse of Van Morrison.
"I hate you, Gerard Gibson!"
"And I love you, too,"
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“Lizzie rolled into school in a boy's school trousers and runners, uncaring of what anyone had to say about her appearance. She honestly didn’t seem to care what people thought. She dressed according to her mood and projected vibes the same way. She could show up tomorrow in a skirt and with a full face of makeup. She did what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it, unaware and uncaring of anyone else's opinion. She oozed a lazy sort of confidence with her long, dark blonde, swishing ponytail and makeup-free face, emphasizing those big, blue eyes of hers.”
“Lizzie was blonde and leggy. They were both tall for their age and both sickeningly beautiful.”
“Lizzie was laidback and slightly introverted.”
“Lizzie took her time to make a decision on something.”
“Lizzie's style was unpredictable.”
“She was a hard one to figure out. She held a lot back and I never truly knew what she was thinking or feeling”
“Why is your cat in her house?" Lizzie asked the question on everyone's mind.
"He wasn’t feeling well," Gibsie replied. "I took him for a walk."
"You took your cat for a walk?" Lizzie shook her head. "Boy needs institutionalizing.”
“Don’t ask me about it," Lizzie replied with a shrug. Disengaging her arm from my hand, she returned to flicking through her magazine. "I could think of a million better things I could be doing with my time than sitting here pretending to cheer on a sport I couldn’t care less about.”
“Your parents gave you the car early? I thought you weren't getting the keys until the weekend?"
"They caved," he told her, grinning. "Which means –"
"A maniac has been let loose on Irish roads?" Lizzie interjected.”
“You're a barrel of laughs."
Lizzie merely gave him the finger and returned to her lunch.”
“If she looks over here one more time, I am going to go over there and rip those shiny new extensions out of her hair.”
“Back off, vultures," Lizzie barked. "Go and find another carcass to fight over.”
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“Then maybe you and Dad will both get lucky and he'll finish me off the next time," I hissed as a huge sob racked through me. "It'll save you the worry, and him the energy."
"Don’t fucking say that, Shannon!" Joey bellowed, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.
"Why not?" I strangled out between gasps. "It's the truth."
"Shannon, breathe," Joey commanded in a softer tone as he reached over and rubbed my back. "Take a breath."
I couldn’t. I could not fucking breathe. Leaning forward, I desperately tried to drag air into my lungs.”
“I spent the entire day worrying myself sick about my mother and listening to my father tell me how it was all my fault she lost the baby. I was the whore. I made him lose his temper. I was to blame for him putting his hands on me. And I was the reason he shoved Mam when she tried to drag him off me that night. I was the reason he slapped her around. It was all on me. Because I was such a slut. That's right, I was a sixteen-year-old girl who had never even kissed a boy, but to my father, I was a tramp.”
“My stomach was rolling. I felt like I was going to be sick. No, rephrase that to I was going to be sick. Climbing over the low fence that separated the path from a wooded area, I ran into the bushes, dropped my bag on the wet grass, ducked behind the nearest tree, and vomited violently. There was very little in my stomach, but the apple I'd eaten earlier came up in glorious fashion. Shuddering in revulsion, I remained in a crouched position, inhaling several calming breaths, while I attempted to calm myself down. My entire body was trembling violently, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the rain pelting down on me or the sheer terror in my heart.”
“Or maybe it was those Legos again."
"Was it?" Johnny demanded. "Did you fall over the same Legos getting those fingerprints on your throat that you did when you busted up your face on your birthday?"
"Johnny–"
"And how about the bruise on the back of your neck the time before that? Or the red mark on your face the time before that again? Or the bruises on your thighs? And your arms? And the rest of you?" He glared at me. "Was that those pesky Legos, too?"
"Do you think my uniform's ready yet?" I changed the subject by asking. "I should probably get home."
Yeah, I needed to get out of here. And fast.
"No. No! Don’t do that," Johnny called me right out on my diversion. "Don’t try and brush me off, I want to know what happened to you, Shannon.” “I want to go home." Sniffling, I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand. "Now, please."
"Christ, Shannon, don’t cry!"
He unfolded his arms and moved towards me but I shook my head and held a hand up to warn him off. Johnny stopped short and ran a hand through his hair.
"I can help you," he pleaded. "Let me help you."
"Then help me by getting my clothes," I sniffled. "That's the only help I need from you.”
Exhaling a pained groan, Johnny closed the space between us and crouched in front of me.
"I want to help you." He placed his hands on my outer thighs and looked up at me, blue eyes wide and sincere. He squeezed my thighs gently. "All you have to do is tell me what's happening, okay?" Reaching up, he tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear, "Just tell me who's hurting you and I'll make it go away.”
You can't help me. No one can. I took that beating for talking to you. For taking a fucking picture with you. You are the last person who can help me.
"I'm okay, Johnny," I croaked out, feeling the tears pooling my eyes. "You don’t need to help me."
"You're lying to me," he growled, looking furious. "You're fucking lying to me and I can't stand it."
"Please take me home," I strangled out, jerking away from him. "Just take me home and you won't have to stand me."
Johnny groaned. "Shannon, come on. Don’t twist my words. You know that's not what I meant –"
"I want to go home, Johnny," I choked out. "If you don’t want to take me, then I'll call Joey to come pick me up.”
“Just fucking talk to me," Johnny demanded, unwilling to let this go.
"What's to say?" I croaked out, turning back to look at him, giving in to his relentless probing. "You don’t want me. I heard you. I got the message."
"You clearly didn’t if that's what you took from it," he shot back, looking furious.
When I didn’t respond, Johnny literally growled.
"Fine, if you don’t want to hash this out, then I won't say another word," he announced, throwing his hands up in the air. "Is that what you want, Shannon?"
"That's what I want, Johnny," I whispered.
"Suit yourself," he bit out, starting the engine again. "I give up."
With his words of rejection belting in my ears, and my emotions in turmoil, I clenched my eyes shut, and prayed for time to speed up. I had the worst pain in my stomach to match the throbbing ache in my chest that seemed to blossom and burn with every mile he knocked up on the clock.”
“Releasing a ragged breath, I batted away the hot tears burning my cheeks. One of these days, I was going to get out of this house. And when I did, I was never going to come back.”
“My whole life," I offered wearily, forcing myself to keep eye contact. "I can't remember a time when I wasn’t hated by everyone."
"What?" he balked, sounding horrified. "No! Shannon, you shouldn’t be thinking like that–"
"It's the truth, Johnny," I was quick to clarify. "I'm unlikable. It's a fact. Plain and simple.”
“And this?" He trailed his fingers over my neck, blue eyes scorching me. "I need to know about this."
I shivered into his touch. "I told you."
"Don’t lie to me," he coaxed.
"Then don’t make me," I pleaded, knowing that I was giving everything away to him – my heart, my secrets, my trust – and was unable to stop. "Please don’t push me.”
“He's going to be okay, Shan," she whispered, squeezing me tightly. "I'm sure of it."
"I feel like can't breathe," I confessed as teardrop after teardrop fell from my eyelashes. "Claire, I'm so scared for him, and my body is frozen.”
“You're bleeding," Mam choked out as she dabbed at Dad's face with the sleeve of her jumper. "Oh, god, Teddy."
Her words caused Joey's entire frame to tense.
"Are you fucking blind?" he roared.
Swinging around to face them, he gently brushed my hair off my face and pointed to me.
"She is bleeding," Joey snarled, pointing to my face. "Shannon. Your daughter!"
"Shannon," Mam wept as she cringed in horror. "Oh baby, your face."
I didn’t care what I looked like anymore. It didn’t matter. Because my mother had just ended my world. She went to him. He beat us. Terrorised us. Tortured us. And she went to him. She chose him. Our own mother.”
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