SKYFALL, Johnny Kavanagh

Good morning my ass

Johnny's Point of View

Ring. Ring. Ring.
I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm. 5:45
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I stretched out my arm and stopped it.
I was too sore.
There was no way I was able to go the gym today.
Screw it, I'm sleeping in today.

I slept for another couple of hours when suddenly a huge weight was thrown on me and I opened my eyes.
What the fuck?

"Wake up. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and big brothers are out to kill me." Gibsie sang while on top of me.

"Get off me, ya little gobshite." I screamed. "We're leaving in a couple hours, I want to sleep."

"No can do, Joey the hurler texted me and told me to get my pretty bottom over there." He stated.

"Then tell him you're busy and you'll be coming by later." I replied exhausted.
I looked at the alarm clock once again. 9:12
God, why me?

"I'm already on thin ice with this lad, I have no intention of giving him any other reason to beat me up, not after yesterday." He gave me a glance. "Don't think I've forgotten that you still haven't told me what happened."

"I did tell you what happened." I retorted.

"You gave me a generic excuse." He pointed out.

"It was a generic occurrence." I tried. "You know that girl can't stand me."

"She's not a fan of you because she thought you meant to hurt her cousin." Gibsie reminded me. "And you know she wanted to apologise to you."

"Then you had to go and ruin it by doing whatever it is that you did." He concluded. "I wanted her to join our friend group."

"You've been obsessing over that girl ever since you met her last week." I wondered. "Do you like her?"

"What? No." He declared. "You know I only have eyes for Claire-Bear."

"Like that has stopped you from screwing half the female population at Tommen." I rolled my eyes.

"I have no intention of screwing your sunshine, rest assured." Gibsie emphasised. "And I didn't meet her last week, I met her last November at Biddies, during one of the parties you refused to go to."

"You did?" I asked. "How?"

"Some lad from her school got a little rapisty and I had to drag him off her." He explained. "Patrick was there too that night, he helped me beat the guy up, though I doubt Maeve remembers him, she looked pretty shaken up."

"What?" I was seeing red. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

"Because she made it known to me, in no uncertain terms, that she didn't want anyone minding her business." He spoke. "Also, you didn't even know her name back then. It's not like I go around telling you of every maiden I save."

"Every maiden you save?" I gave him a glare.

"There are quite a few of those." He grinned.

"Who was it?" I questioned him. He knew immediately what I was referring to.

"Paul Rice, apparently Lynchy stole his girlfriend and he wanted to get back at him by fucking his sister." He exclaimed disgusted. "After a few punches he spilled everything. Don't worry he got back home with a broken nose and more than a few bruises."

"Does her brother know about this?" I rubbed my chin.

"I doubt it." He sighed. "If he did, Paul Rice would be six feet under right now. That lad doesn't take kindly to someone messing with his family."

"Alright, get off me." I pushed Gibsie. "We're going to Maeve's house. Tell me the address."

And maybe we were stopping by Biddies on our way there.

"Why are you making that face." Gibsie got off the bed.

"What face?" I rolled my eyes.

"Your scary face." He commented.

"I don't have a scary face." I protested.

"Yes, you do." He responded. "You're making it right now."

"Just get ready, Gibs. We're heading out in fifteen minutes." I told him and motioned for him to get out of my room so I could prepare.

"You're not going to kill anyone are you?" He asked.

"No, Gibs." I assured him. "I don't even know where the lad lives. I'm just going to make sure he's not going to bother Maeve again."