OC OF CHASING 8, A TADHG LYNCH FANFICTION ON WATTPAD WRITTEN BY GIBSIESLOVER

Archie Sullivan. Sully, if you were anybody else. The quintessential quiet, nonchalant boy with a mysterious, unknown aura about him.

He levelled out the energy of the other two boys that made up their trio; Owen McCarthy: the loudest, most hyperactive boy in the year and Tadhg Lynch: the most aggressive out of the three. It was no secret that Tadhg suffered from anger issues, probably stemming from his trauma. But Sully? Everyone knew who he was, but nobody knew him.

But you’d made it your mission to break through his brooding facade and get to know the real Sully. To get to know Archie.

In your mind, you two worked together perfectly. He was quiet and blunt, you were talkative and extroverted. He seemed very put together and organised, you were messy and spontaneous. He was intimidating and cold, you were soft-featured and joyous. If anything, the only intimidating factor about you was your ability to withstand a conversation with anybody and everybody for more than five minutes. It was a perfect match, really.

A match made in Tommen.

Owen’s party was booming and loud, full of plastic solo cups littering every surface and empty beer cans crushed on the floor.

You’d had a couple of drinks, enough to get you tipsy, but you were still aware of your surroundings. You tripped over your feet occasionally and drunkenly rambled, but you were still able — unlike some of the girls and boys around you.

You got sick of the constant crowding and smell of beer, so you took a break outside in Owens garden.

To your delight, Sully was outside. No surprise he was smoking weed but his lack of social company did surprise you.

“No parade around you tonight?” You hummed, grinning as you approached him.

“You’re drunk.” Sully said simply.