Derry Girls James McGuire x reader

Chapter 1/ Episode 1

"My name is Y/N McGuire and my husband and I are here to tell you the story of how we met, and subsequently, fell in love.- along with some friends.
So Orla? Erin? Will you two take the wheel?"
"Sure will Y/N!- Erin? You start?"
"Ok."
"We open on a small place in the Northwest of Ireland called Derry. Or Londonderry- Depending on your persuasion."

3rd person pov

"My name is Erin Quinn.
I'm 16 years old,
and I come from a place called
Derry, or Londonderry,
depending on your persuasion,
a troubled little corner in the
Northwest of Ireland.
It's fair to say I have a somewhat
complicated relationship
with my home town.
You see, the thing about
living in Derry is,
there's nowhere to hide.
Everybody knows everybody, knows
everything about everybody,
and sometimes all I really want..."
Erin Wakes up to see her Cousin Orla, reading a passage from her diary- out loud.

"...is to be simply left alone."
Finished Orla
"Is that my diary?"
She says in pure horror.
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"She's gone too far this time, Mamy"
Said Erin angrily to her mother, crossing her arms.

"What next? Trying on my knickers?"

"Don't say "knickers" in front of
your father."
Her Mother, Mary said to her folding some laundry and bustling about the kitchen.

"He can't cope. Ah, he can cope."
She continued shaking her head.
Jerry gave her a petrified look.

"Sure, what's a pair of knickers
between cousins?"
Said Orla, a goofy smile on her face.

"Less of the knickers."
Reprimanded Mary.

"I won't put up with it anymore."
Declared Erin.

"Teenagers have rights now, you know."
She continued defiantly.

"Don't be ridiculous."
Said Mary Dismissively.
"They do, Ma. It's true. Sure, Macaulay Culkin might be divorcing his parents."
Erin stated.

"D'ya hear this? This'll be someone
she met at that stupid summer scheme
you insisted we send her on."
Said Mary looking agitatedly towards her husband.
"Her bloody friends across the
barricades thing.
I have nothing against Protestants.
I'm all for integration, I am,
but if they're letting their weans
divorce them..."
"Macaulay Culkin
isn't a Protestant, Ma."
Corrected Erin.
"It's only going to give our weans
ideas."
Continued Mary, ignoring what her daughter had just said.

"Well, he might be."
Erin said in thought.
"I didn't meet him at
Friends Across The Barricades."

"I don't care where you met him.
You're not to see him again.
Understood?"
Asserted Mary.

"Fine," said Erin walking off to the table.
"Look at this."
Said Grandpa Joe pointing to the television set.
"They're bombing the bridge,
apparently."
"No."
Mary said dismayed.
"Suspicions were
raised when a hijacked van..."
Came a news broadcast.
"Oh, dear God, no."
Said Mary- getting progressively more distressed.
"Does this mean they can't get to
school?"

"I've had a whole summer of it,
Gerry."
Said Mary looking at Erin
"She's melting my head."
Erin yet again rolled her eyes.

"Sure, their bus can go the long way
round."
Reassured Gerry.
"I'll get it."
Said Mary after hearing a knock at the door.
"Major traffic
disruptions are anticipated..."
Said the news broadcast.

"Them weans shouldn't have to
take the bus to school."
Said Joe angrily.
He turned to Gerry.
"You should be driving them, you
useless shite."

"I have to work, Joe. Work?"
Retorted Gerry

"Ha-ha! Is that what you call it?"
Joe bit back.
"Yes."
"Why don't you just leave my
Mary alone?"
He finished.