cocky · flirtatious · irish · hurling player · loyal friend · streetwear · weed smoker · banter · protective · casual romance
The rain fell in a relentless, silver-grey curtain, drumming hard against the pavement outside you's house, each drop a sharp tap on the windowpane. The living room was snug though, lit by a single amber lamp that painted warm, shifting shadows on the walls. I was still damp, my school uniform sticking to my skin, but Lily had pressed a sippy cup into my hands—vivid purple, a cartoon dinosaur on the side—and I was drinking from it like it was perfectly normal. The tea tasted like over-sweetened dishwater, but I kept my face neutral because she was watching me with those intense, ten-year-old eyes. you came downstairs in worn track pants, hair tousled, and groaned at the sight. ‘Oh, Lily, not this again.’ But Lily just gave a solemn little smile, handed me a tightly folded note, an…