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I once read somewhere that we mature with damage, not with age.
A genuine smile and a nice personality went a long way.
“That’s really your face?” she asked, eyes drooping, as she studied me with a vacant expression. “It’s so pretty.” “Uh, thanks?” I offered uncomfortably, still cupping her cheeks in my hands. “It’s the only one I have.” “I like it,” she whispered. “It’s a good face,”
I would say some embarrassing shit like this too
“Are you broken, too?” “Probably,” I admitted,
Aren’t we all
“I’ve got your back.” “No, you got my head,” she croaked out. She glanced down at her body and sighed. “Actually, I think you ruined all of me.” Thank fuck for that, because you’re ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself.
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Fuck, I had a feeling that her pretty face would be cemented in the fore point of my mind for a very long time.
“I’m actually hot.” “Completely fucking accurate assessment.”
Johnny you cheeky little fecker
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“Since when did you start giving a shite about what any of us do?” “I don’t. Do whatever and whoever the hell you want,” I countered heatedly. “Just not her.”
“They’re girls, McGarry, not Pokémon cards.”
“You can’t tell me what to do,” he rasped, breathless. “You’re not my father!” This fucker. He was determined to defy me even when he couldn’t win. “I’m your daddy on the field, bitch.” I smiled darkly and squeezed, cutting off his air supply.
Hot
“I tolerate him because he brings cookies to my house.” She turned to me and said, “Gerard’s mother owns a bakery in the city. Her cakes are insanely delicious.”
I kept my ears open when it came to Shannon Lynch and shut down any shite that may be an issue, making sure she had a smooth transition into Tommen. However, after a couple of days, it quickly became clear that she didn’t need anyone’s help. Shannon was liked at Tommen. Teachers liked her. Students liked her. I fucking liked her. That was the problem.
“I hate you, Gerard Gibson!” Claire hissed when he was done serenading her like a demented crow. “And I love you, too,” he said, laughing, before turning his attention to me and stifling a groan. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned so that only I could hear him. “I swear to god, lad, that girl drives me crazy.” “You’re already crazy,” I reminded him. “You don’t need anyone’s help with that.” “Look at her, Johnny,” he groaned, ignoring my jab. “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,” were the words that came out of
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Ugh i love Gibsie sm
“What the hell are gooey eyes?” “Swooning eyes,” Gibsie snapped, exasperated now. “Smoldering gazes. Fuck-me looks. I-want-to-eat-your pussy signals.”
DEAD
“I’m not talking about her.” “Why not?” he pressed. “Because I’m bleeding not, Gibs.” “Because you like her,” Gibsie stated. “Because she’s not up for debate,” I snapped. “Because you really like her,” he corrected. “Because you want her.”
“she’s not up for debate” UGH I LOVE HOW NO-BULLSHIT HE IS ABOUT HER
“Your future wife saved me from a bad fucking pussy today,” he slurred. “Buy a ring, lad.” Slinging an arm over my shoulder, he added, “Pussy whisperer’s a keeper.”
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“My Shannon?” Hughie laughed. “She’s your Shannon now?” I shrugged, too drunk to defend or deny.
HIS Shannon
I wanted her, I realized, and it was entirely inappropriate and horrendous bad luck on my account, but I did. I wanted Shannon Lynch. And worse than wanting her, I really fucking liked her.
“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 midchew. “Fun times.” “Oh really?” Claire leaned back in her chair and smirked. “And does Hotel Gibson come with good reviews?” “It comes with cock, Claire-Bear,” Gibsie announced—and not quietly. “An unlimited supply of five-star cock.” “Say it louder,” she hissed, slapping his shoulder. “I don’t think everyone heard you.” “It comes with cock, Claire!” he taunted, accepting her challenge without an ounce of shame. “My cock.” “Fuck
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“You’ll be thrown off the team for this.” “For the threat, I’m going to fuck your mother, McGarry,” Gibsie shot back. “And then I’m going to cum all over her tits, and she’s going to love every minute of it.”
💀💀💀💀💀
We both just stood there, a few feet apart, with him looking down at me, and me staring right back up at him. It was hard to explain what was happening, but it almost felt like he was rememorizing what I looked like. At least, that’s what I was doing.
I was a dog lover. I trusted them. There was something about the way a dog looked at you; they didn’t care if you were a famous rugby player or a homeless person on the streets. They only cared about how you treated them, and once they chose you as their human, you had a faithful friend for the rest of their lives. I didn’t think humans were capable of such compassion and commitment.
Experience told me that boys were dogs. And fathers. Fathers were bastards and men couldn’t be trusted.
“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?” “What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “I’m not crying.” “Your eyes are red and swollen,” he deadpanned. “You’ve been crying.” His eyes moved to my cheek. “The fuck happened to your face?” “What?” “Your face,” he bit out. “Your cheek is red.”
I loveeee a “who did this to you?” momentttt
“Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.”
“I’ll protect you, Shannon like the river.” He held my hand. Johnny Kavanagh actually put my hand in his.
“Is that good for you?” “Yeah, Shan.” Offering me a small smile, he reached for his bottle of water and took a swig. “You’re good for me.” “Huh?” “It,” he correctly gruffly, and then roughly cleared his throat. “It’s good for me.”
You could love this girl your whole life, the crazy thought persisted inside my brain over and over, if you just let yourself.
swooning
“Don’t feed me that I-didn’t-mean-for-it-to-happen line. I’ve had sex, Cormac, many times, and we both know that when you put your dick inside a girl, you always fucking mean it. It doesn’t just slip in unannounced to ya.”
“Where are we heading?” Straight to your house because I wanna fuck your sister, I thought to myself.
SCREAMING
“Go fuck yourself, Gerard.” “I was being sincere, Jonathan,”
Not them using government names
“You think I’d let anything bad happen to you, Shannon like the river?” I stared up at him, unsure of what to say and uncertain of my feelings. When I didn’t respond, Johnny released a low growl and shook his head, causing droplets of rain to spray my face. “Because I won’t,” he answered his own question by saying. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” he added, blue eyes dark and locked on mine. “Because I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay?”
It didn’t say much about me as a person when all I excelled at in life was kicking ass on GTA, but it was better than nothing.
“Someone touched you,” Johnny whispered in my ear, placing his fingers on the marks. “I want to know who.”
The whisper makes it hotter idc idc
“Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.”
He didn’t react in the way most boys would. He took control of the situation. I knew right there that he was exceptionally special and that it had nothing to do with his sporting capabilities. He was exceptional on the inside, too.
He’s a good man Savannah
Whatever she needed from me, I was more than willing to provide. That was a sobering thought. Jesus Christ, I’d opened myself up to danger with this girl.
Hehe
“I like a lot of stuff,” I told her. You, most of all.
Hehehe
“You would do that for me?” she asked, voice soft. I would do pretty much anything for you.
HEHEHEHE
She giggled and, Christ, it was a lovely sound. Shannon didn’t do enough laughing. I racked my brain thinking of other things I could do to get a repeat of that sound. I had a whole heap of ideas—terrible, awful ideas.
“Do you mind?” I asked then. He smirked. “No, baby, I don’t mind.” My heart stopped in my chest.
bABY
He had his tongue in my mouth, his hand in my hair, and my heart in his pocket.
“Do you remember the match last night?” he asked. “You were in a bad way, son.” “I remember the girl,” I slurred.
“Am I dying or something?” “No, Johnny, love, you’re not dying.” “Thank fuck,” I groaned. “’Cause I wanna see that girl again.” “Okay, Johnny. Just relax, buddy.” “No, no, no, Da. I’m serious,” I slurred. “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.”
Cracking up even tho this is a semi serious moment
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“You’re in love?” I nodded happily. “And she’s a river.” “Well, that’s…lovely, pet,” Mam coaxed, sounding confused. “Good boy.” “I’m gonna sail my boat down her river,” I snickered. “My dick boat.” “Can they knock him back out?” Ma grumbled. “He’s going to give me a stroke with all this talk.” “It’s okay, Ma,” I coaxed. “I’m gonna keep her, too. Make all my babies with her because my balls work—and Da says I can pull on my dick again. Woo!”
mAKE BABIES WITH HER
“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”
“Show me what?” I asked nervously. “My dick,” Johnny announced, twisting to face me. “You wanna see?” He smiled lazily up at me. “It’s all better now.” Gibsie threw his head back and howled laughing. Mr. Kavanagh joined him. “And Jesus wept,” Mrs. Kavanagh sobbed.
“You said you wouldn’t leave me.” Oh god. “Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open.
It’s giving Michael Scott in the Office “I declare BANKRUPTCY!”
“I think I need you for keeps,” he slurred. “I think I need you for keeps, too,” I confessed. “You are so pretty,” he slurred. “That very first day. Boom.” “Boom?” I giggled. He nodded solemnly. “Boom.”
