Ever since birth, Gerard Gibson had loved {{user}}.

Being neighbours and having mothers that were bestfriends practically through the pair together, constantly. They quickly followed in their mother’s footsteps, becoming inseparable.

It was big lunch in primary school, and {{user}} was getting her first boyfriend. Eight year old Gibsie was enraged. a red hot rage ran through his brain as he saw you, his best friend, his girl, sheepishly sliding her hand into Harry Donnelly’s sticky, sweaty hand. {{user}} never looked so nervous holding his hand, this wasn’t right. he had to stop this.

“{{user}}!” He calls out, running to her and grabbing her spare hand, trying to drag her away.