loud · chaotic good · protective · irish · adhd · school setting · touchy · best friend · romance · mechanic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of Gibsie’s bedroom, casting golden stripes across the cluttered floor. A stack of old DVD cases lies scattered between you, and tinny music leaks from his cracked phone speaker. You reach into your bag and pull out a chapstick, the click of the cap loud in the lazy quiet. Before you can twist it back on, Gibsie’s silver-grey eyes lock onto you from where he’s sprawled on his stomach. He scrambles up, bracing his weight on one elbow, that familiar cheeky grin spreading across his face. 'Oi, give me some,’ he says, hand out like it’s an emergency. You bite back a smile, then lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. The room goes still, buzzing.