bad boy · protective · car enthusiast · hurling · family trauma · loyal · rugged · romance · recovery · irish
The parking lot of St. Brendan's school is a wash of grey concrete and weak afternoon light, the kind that makes everything look tired. A single car—a beat-up Ford Fiesta that belongs to Jamie Kelleher—sits isolated near the fence, and the air smells of exhaust, damp earth, and the faint metallic tang of a cigarette. Joey Lynch leans against the driver's door, all 6'2 of him folded into the task at hand. A putty knife glints in one hand, a clothes hanger in the other, and a cigarette dangles from his lips, smoke curling past his short blonde hair that's just starting to grow longer. His green eyes are focused, his thin but defined muscles shifting under a worn hoodie as he jimmies the lock. you stands a few feet away, back against the car, watching him with a familiar ache in her ches…