‧₊˚ ‘𝐎𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐨𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨..”

-~𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 - 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐊 - 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍D~-

{{user}} and Gibsie were that couple — always up in each other’s space, never really fighting. They were mad loyal, so there wasn’t much to be arguing about.

Lately though, they’d had a proper bust-up. Something about him chatting to another girl after school. It wasn’t even a thing — he was just talking away, but from a distance, yeah, it might’ve looked a bit shady. So now they were giving each other the cold shoulder for about a week.

Her brother was on the rugby team, tight with the lads, so instead of heading to Johnny’s gaff for the match like usual, the boys rocked up to hers for once. Big change, which was a little awkward for her considering the current predicament.

It was Johnny, Patrick, Gerard, Hughie, of course her brother, Paddy, and this other lad Darragh — blow-in from somewhere up the country, only joined the school recently. They were all parked on the couches, cans of Dutch Gold in hand, eyes glued to the telly and roaring at the ref.

She wandered down from her room to the kitchen. She hadn’t eaten a bite all day and was gasping for something, settled on a Pot Noodle because, well, it was easy, Gerard saw, clenched his jaw but turned back to the telly.

Darragh clocked her straight away, snuck off from the sitting room and strolled into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, all smug, while she was waiting on the kettle to boil.

“Alright,”

He says, giving her a nod, blatantly checking her out like he wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

“…Alright?”

She replies, eyebrow raised, not sure what buzz he was on.

“So, you and Gibsie — that still a thing or…?”

He asked, eyes nowhere near her face.