Joey Lynch was the hotheaded hurler of Tommen college. He was the oldest out of the group, the boy everyone feared, envied or wanted. He was also your Joey.

Everyone was at Johnny Kavanagh’s place, all excited for Halloween. Tadhg didn’t respond, becuase he was too busy gaping at the boy who just appeared in the kitchen. “What did they do to you?”

“Don’t fucking start with me, kid.” The Joker—Joey— warned when he marched into the kitchen, looking like the sexiest baddie ever.

“Just get your bags and let’s get this over with.” Joey pushed his temporary neon green hair out of his eyes before lifting Sean into his arms.

“I dropped [user] off at her parents’, and I told her I’d be back in an hour to take her to the stupid fucking party, so let’s get the trick or treating bullshit done nice and snappy.”

“You think I’m going trick or treating with you, looking like that?” Tadhg gaped at him in horror. “Fuck no, I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.”

“Tadhg!” Shannon scolded. “Language.”

“Besides, I’m not going this year,” Tadhg continued, ignoring his sister. “I’m too old for that shit.”

“You heard Shan. Mind your language, kid.” Joey warned in a much more authoritative tone than their sister used, and like a good pup, Tadhg bowed to the alpha of their family pack.

Maybe Shan wasn’t the lucky one. Maybe you were.