SKYFALL, Johnny Kavanagh

Not-so-funny stories

"No." I declared.

"Just get in the car, Maeve." He pleaded. "I promise I can drive, I got my license last week."

"In that case get me a lawyer's contact information because I'm about to sue whoever gave it to you." I exclaimed.

"I'm not that bad, the road is just a little bumpy." He defended.

"Alright, the road is bumpy, but you still don't know how to drive. You're a liability, Gibs." I stated. "I'm taking the bus."
Technically I wasn't lying, Gibsie was a liability, however I still would have refused to get in his car even if he were the best driver in the world. I knew my limits and cars were it.
I had tried a few times over the years to get over my fears with Joey, getting with him in one of the cars he was always repairing at work, but every time I got into the passenger's seat I just panicked.

"It's pouring and freezing cold right now, the bus doesn't have a heating system – unlike my car – and it will take twice as long to get there." He moaned.

"Then I suggest we hurry and get onto the one that's arriving." I said pointing at the vehicle you could see coming at the beginning of the road.

"Fine, but you owe me something."

"Owe you what? I told you I'm poor." I said exasperated.

"Why does your mind always go to money?" he asked baffled.

"Because I don't have it." I stated bluntly.

"Fair point." He concluded.

I decided to bite the bullet. "So, what do I owe you?"

"Information." He grinned.

"About what?"

"You." He chimed. At my glare he decided to continue. "Oh, come on, Maeve. I know nothing about you, you need to give me something here."

"Alright, you get one question." I conceded. "But after the game you have to buy me lunch." I said, remembering I had forgotten to have breakfast.

"Really?" He bubbled.

"Is that your question?"

"No. Wait. Give me a second." He exclaimed. "Why do you live with your cousins?"

"Funny story, my parents are dead." I replied.

"Wow, sorry." He slapped his face. "Why did you have to phrase it like that, now I don't know what to reply."

"Then don't, I like silence, it's comfortable." I said.
With that we spent the rest of the journey quietly, with Gibsie mumbling his songs and me nodding my head along.