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“Listen here, Joey Lynch.”
“I saw you first. You’re my friend, not his. So stop worrying ...”
“Technically, ....—”
“You’re mine, okay?”
“I’m not yours, but whatever.”
...
“Say it, Joe.”
“Why?”
“Because it matters.”
“To who?”
“To me.”
I let my shoulders sag before mumbling, “We’re friends.”
“What was that?”
“We’re friends.”

"“Wow,” I deadpanned. “Keep it up, Joe, and I’m going to start thinking that you have actual feelings.”
“I do,” he shot back, not missing a beat. “For the people I actually care about.”
“Like your sister.”
“Like my sister,” he confirmed without a hint of embarrassment, which wasn’t something most guys our age would admit."

“What do you want from me?” “I’m not sure yet.” My gaze locked on the recently healed cut on his bottom lip. “I guess you’ll just have to owe me for now.” “For now?” Breathing hard, he stepped closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between our bodies. “I don’t like owing people.” “Well, that’s too bad,” I replied. “Because you’re not in control of this situation.”

She called it

“I get it,” ... I continued to poke the bear. “It’s too hard for you to be friends with someone when you want them as badly as you want me.” “Is that so?” Smirking, he took another step closer and I found myself backing up with every step he took until my back hit against my garden wall. Resting a hand on the wall next to me, he leaned in close. “You think I like you, Molloy?” “I know you do,”

Careful girl

“Why do you think he self-destructs like that?” 😩

"I can’t help who I look like, but I am nothing like that man in any other way.” “You are,” she said before leaving the room. “In every way.”
And with those words, my mother cut me deeper and more viciously than my father ever had. Ever could."

Crying my eyes out

“I’m just like what, Mam?” “It doesn’t matter.” “It does. Tell me what you meant. I’m just like what, Mam?” Shaking from head to toe, I choked out, “Him? Is that what you were going to say? I remind you of him?” Please say no. Please say no. Please say no. “Yes,” she confirmed with a pained expression on her face. “You remind me of your father.”

I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER

She might think that she loved all of her children, but she certainly didn’t, or couldn’t, love me. Darren was her 1stborn and favorite, Ollie was her sweet and affectionate baby, Tadhg was her mischievous rogue, and Shannon was her only daughter. That left me. The spare. Blinking back the wet in my eyes...
“Why?”
“Why what?”
Why don’t you love me?

💔

“You look pissed,”
...
“I’m pissed ****”
"Oh.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, he won’t be *****”
“Because you set him straight, right?” I joked. Joey didn’t laugh.
“Oh my god.” Awareness crashed down on me. “You set him straight, didn’t you?” I whispered, feeling my heart rate spike, as I thought back to their fight the other day. “That’s why you hit him, isn’t it?”
“Someone had to.”

“Which one’s your favorite?” He gave me a hard look. “You don’t pick favorites, Molloy.” “Bullshit.” I smiled. “Everyone has a favorite. That doesn’t mean that you love any of them more or less than the other. It only means that you’re more compatible with one and prefer their company.” He thought about it for a long moment before mumbling, “I suppose I’m closest to Shannon.”

“You’re the eldest?”
“I am now.”

“Is there milk in the fridge?”
“Always.”
My stomach rumbled loudly at the concept of getting fed tonight because, let’s face it, the odds of finding anything in the kitchen on a Monday night at my house weren’t in my favor.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends,” I warned as I took an uncertain step inside her front hall. “This changes nothing, Molloy.”

Break my heart why don't you

“Ha. I knew it.” Reaching out, she grabbed my hand and dragged me back to her. “I knew you liked me.”
“Hey!” Snatching my hand away from hers, I shoved it back in the front pocket of my hoodie, feeling unnecessarily rattled by her touch. “Don’t do that again.”
Confusion filled her eyes. “Don’t do what?”
“Touch me.”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“Because?”
“Because I don’t like you.”
“Liar.”

Liar, liar pants on 🔥

“Why don’t you like me?”
“Why does it matter to you?”
“We’re in the same class... and still you act like I don’t exist... you avoid me like the plague... I don’t get it.” She blew out a heavy breath. “What changed?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit,” she snapped. “You were into me on that first day, and then suddenly you weren’t. So, what changed?”
My life fell apart and I realized you were my boss’s daughter.

“You and Paul?” I offered.
Tony’s brows rose. “Is that Paul the boyfriend?”

WHO THE F IS PAUL?

"So I jumped at the chance to escape for the night. To just make it all stop…"

"I could take the pressure. I could take the blows. I could handle his whiskey tantrums. I could take it all if it meant that they didn’t have to."

💔

“You’re grand. Mam’s grand. We’re all grand. Everything’s fucking grand.”

“You have the face of a liar. I can see all the machinations of the world in your eyes.”

“Have I ever given you reason to doubt me?”
“On numerous occasions, in fact,” Odo replied. There was a pause. “Shall I enumerate them for you?”

“El, what are we doing?”
“Surviving,” she told him.
“And that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Harkan paused, that sad, tired look on his face that made her hackles rise because she knew he hoped it would change her, one of these days. Make her better. Make her good again.
She lifted an eyebrow. Sorry, Harkan.
Good girls don’t live long.”

"He listened to his blood, for it knew the way just as it knew to step, to swallow, to breathe."

“Hello,” he said and touched her cheek. “I’m Simon.”

"It was strange to see the queen like this—small in her nest of pillows, looking hardly more than a girl though she was twenty years old. This queen who had allied with the angels and helped them kill thousands of humans. This queen who had murdered her husband."

I am sat

“I had a distinct feeling that I would be doing a lot of following after this girl. Still, my feet moved after her.”


As you should 😌

“Is that your way of telling me that you don’t have a boyfriend?” “
“No, it’s my way of telling you that I will have a boyfriend once you ask me.”

Love that she’s strong, direct and in charge

“Apparently, I have a wild streak in me, with a penchant for the male form ...”
“All because I said I thought the guy playing Jesus in a movie they showed us was gorgeous.”
“Gorgeous?”
“What? He was.”
“Well, it sounds to me like you need to spend less time on your knees praying and more time—” “Don’t say it,” she warned… “With the male form.”

☠️

“You saw me back there,”
“I did.”
“You kept walking.” I nodded like a fool. “I did.”
“Don’t do that again.” Fuck me. “I won’t.”
She looked me over “You’re beautiful.” Well, shit.
“Likewise.”
“So, do you have a name, boy-who-can-think-for-himself?”
“Does it matter? We both know that you’ll be calling me ‘baby’ by the end of the day.”

He’s in over his head

“I’ll always be your brother no matter what, okay? Don’t ever forget it.”