STARTED: 4/APRIL/2021
A series of one shots revolving around the life of our favourite friend group !
💞most will be James x Erin, but some will be all of the group, from childhood to adulthood!💞
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Summary: after finally getting rid of the wee RA man in their boot, the gang continues on to Portnoo to continue their camping trip. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
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Somewhere in the Free-state near Portnoo, 1996
"Jesus, Mary and the wee donkey. That was terrifying." Erin said, getting into the car beside Michelle and Orla after the IRA man escaped.
"Less of the cheek, Erin. Don't be a brat." Joe said.
"What's up your knickers, Granda?" Orla said.
"I'm just pissed." He mumbled.
"Not to be rude, Joe, but when aren't you?" Michelle said, snagging a fruit pastille from Orla beside her.
"I don't know what we're going to feckin' do now!" He said, slamming on the wheel as he drove from the small diner. "We have one less tent. Stupid English boy was supposed to keep an eye on it!"
"It's not James' fault, Granda! Besides, how were we supposed to know we'd have a delinquent guest?"
"Aye, she does have a point, Da." Sarah said, lighting a cigarette.
"Can I have one, Sarah?" Michelle said. Sarah went to hand one to her but Joe reached back and hit it out of his daughters hands.
"It's grand. We'll be fine." Erin said, staring out the window. It's almost as if since they crossed the border to the republic, everything was greener. "Us kids will just have to sleep under the stars or something."
"And let the cheetahs eat us?!" Orla said frantically, turning to her cousin. Erin smacked her on the side of the head lovingly.
"I can't believe my future husband stole my tent." Michelle whined. "I thought we were going to get married!!"
Erin rolled her eyes. "Catch yerself on." She mumbled. She said a quick prayer to Mary that this weekend would go over okay.
•••
Meanwhile in Mary and Gerry's car, James was starting to feel slightly annoyed by their constant bickering. Clare was deep in her Moby Dick book, finishing up the last couple chapters when he asked her "How are you so un-fathomed by their constant bickering?"
Clare shrugged. "I'm good at blocking it out. When you've been best friends with a Quinn for ten or so years, it's like second nature."
James nodded, head moving back and forth between Mary's jabs of petty insults and Gerry's comebacks.
James said a prayer to Mary as well.
•••
"Please tell me we're alllllllmmmmmooooossssstttt there." Orla drawled on like a five year old. "I need to use the loo."
