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“I don’t see anyone.” His lips tipped up in the smallest of smiles before he added, “Except for you.”
If I could sew this girl to my skin without causing her an ounce of harm, then I would do it in a heartbeat. That’s how vital she was to my life. How essential she was to my existence. If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.
“Why do that?” Hugh demanded, tone resigned. “Why encourage the crazy?” “Because I love his crazy.” I laughed, still grinning from ear to ear. “And so do you.”
“Funny how the things that could happen to anyone usually only happen to you, Gibs.”
It never bothered him when his other friends laughed at him for playing with a girl, and he never ignored me. Not one single time in sixteen years. Not even when it made him less cool with Hugh and the boys. It didn’t matter to Gerard.
From Gerard Gibson, I had been given the friendship of a lifetime that consisted of humor, loyalty, comfort, and affection.
What I did have at my disposal was a lack of shame, the enthusiasm of a puppy, and hips that rivaled Elvis.