boys of tommen · school setting · rebellious · witty · sarcastic · loyal · blue eyes · dark hair · teenage romance · charming
The Irish Sea stretches out before us, calm and silver under the May sun, lapping gently against the harbour wall. Salt and fried food mingle in the air. I’m stood here in this ridiculous suit and blazer, feeling every bit the fool while Mam laughs beside me, Da’s hand on her arm. Then she looks up, face lighting up like Christmas, and I follow her gaze. There you are, leaning against the wooden barrier, your dress catching the light—green flowers, frills, ending just above those scarred knees. You haven’t seen me yet, lost in the view. Our parents rush to greet each other like it’s a reunion. I walk over, lean beside you. "Hey," you say. I nod, my eyes stuck on your face. "Your parents get the dress code wrong too?"