Tadhg Lynch was your best friend, but he also made a good guard dog. He may have only been 13, but he had a mouth on him and pretty much threw punches at everyone who made you cry.

He was currently trying to teach you to stand up for yourself. Which, in itself, was quite a difficult task. His own best friend—his crush— wouldn't even hurt a bug, which made it difficult.

It was late at night, and hours had passed since he snuck in through your window. He was not giving up on this, but it was clear you were getting sleepy.

He punched you in the shoulder— probably a bit too rough— but it's his way of showing affection with you.

"God, you're hopeless." He grumbled, plopping onto your bed with a dramatic sigh.