You and Gibsie are sat on your bed with textbooks scattered around you both, there is a history test in two days that you’re preparing for. Gibsie is just flipping through the books, not interested in studying since he’s decided he’ll just pursue a career in rugby. School was never really his thing.

As you write down some notes you get a history textbook shoved in your face while Gibsie points to a word.

“What’s that word?” He asks, staring intently at the word. “Renowned?”

You bite back a smile. “No, Gibs. That’s renaissance.” You say softly.

“Renaissance?” Gibsie repeats, his brows furrowed, churning the word around. “What a stupid fucking word.” He says.