NAVIGATING 5 - tadgh lynch

6-Lilibeth

"Lil, please." Gibs begged, standing outside my bedroom door. "The lads are coming over in like, 5 minutes. I don't want to drag this out. Can I come in?" I huff, tuning my fiddle. It always helped me when i was sad, or angry, or stressed, or any emotion that isn't tired or happy. I walk over to the door, unlocking it before moving back to my fiddle. He walks in a second later, sitting on my bed. 
"Look, Lils'. I'm sorry, and your right. I have nothing on what you've gone through, but I've been a young hormone riddled boy. Fuck, I still am. I'm fucking scared, Lilibeth. Every single time a boy looks at you, I get so fucking scared, because I don't need anything like that happening to you again. You have to see where I'm coming from." He pleads, and I understand his reasoning, but he doesn't know Tadhg the way I know him. So he doesn't get to imply Tadhg would ever do something like that to me. Not my Tadhg.

"So you having sleepover with Claire every night is fine, but if I share a bag or chips with my best friend you can just show up and whisk me away? If you're so scared of that happening again, show someone the fucking note, G, and don't go all overprotective of me until that sicko is behind bars." I retort, picking up the bow of my fiddle. He huffed and walked to the door of my and stepping out, not before saying a soft 'Love you', and walking to join his mates who had arrived downstairs.

I placed my headphones in my ear a few minutes later and connected them to my iPod, playing the song, 'Travelling solider' through them. I lifted my fiddle and bow, and began playing along to the music, not noticing the figure in the doorway. Five minutes and forty-two seconds later, I finally noticed him when he applauded, making me whip my head towards my door and take out my headphones. I recognized him as one of Gibsie's friends. Patrick Feely? 

"That was beautiful." He spoke finally. "I'm Patrick, I'm guessing your the infamous Mini Gerard Gibson?" I stifled a laugh with I put my fiddle back in it's case.

"He talks about me?" I ask humorously. 
"All the time, even dragged us to a few of your matches." I shot him a surprised look. 
"Really? I've never noticed ye there, only Johnny, but he's hard to miss." 
"Well, good. That means you've got your head in the game." He folded his arms "You're very talented. On the pitch and off. It's not every day I see an 11 year old play the fiddle for almost 6 minutes straight." That makes me smile. I'm aware of Patrick's talent, having heard about it from Gibs and Johnny, but I've never heard him play before.

"Thank you." I smile. I can't remember the last time someone outside my immediate circle saw me as something more than a number five on a jersey.

I can imagine Patrick and Lili being very good friends. Idk, I can just feel their kids calling them 'Uncle Patrick' and 'Auntie Lil' 

Sorry for being so inactive. Im so sick i feel like im on my deathbed, and I've also started school, and my motivation falls to the bottom of the ocean when im in that hellhole, but we live and learn, and your support is probably the only thing giving me a will to write right now, so thank you. Love you all x.

Also if you haven't noticed by now, 'Travelling solider' is Lilibeth and Tadhg's comfort song, and if your confused, a fiddle is pretty much exact same thing as a Violin, its just a different word in Ireland.