“When were you planning on telling me you were with that Lynch girl?” Edel Kavanagh demands, bursting into Johnnys room. Johnny groans, burying his face into the pillow. “Ma. I’m not with Shannon, alright?” He snaps. And it was the truth. He wasn’t with Shannon, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t with another Lynch girl. Shannon’s older sister. The one who had burst into his life so unexpectedly, he still got whiplash.

“Not Shannon, Johnny. The older one. The one currently in your bed!” She states.