❊-♡︎Scarlett♡︎-❊
"Take that," Hughie shouted, slamming a royal flush down on the kitchen table.
"Damn you, Hugh," I groaned, tossing my hand onto the table and collecting the cards to shuffle them.
It had been several weeks since the big blow up on Hugh's birthday and everything had fallen back into place.
I was over at the Biggs for a family dinner. Gerard and Claire were off in the treehouse which did strike me as odd but I chose to ignore that.
Our Mams were seated on either side of Hughie and I.
"That's how it's done, Little Gibson," He smirked.
"I let you win," I frowned, shuffling the deck. of cards.
"I'm going to call the kids in for dinner," Sinead smiled, standing from the table.
"What are those two doing out there?" Hugh grumbled as I dealt us each a hand.
"Who knows," I shrugged, "And I honestly don't want to know."
Hugh's face contorted into disgust and I let out a laugh.
"Help!" Claires screaming came from outside, making both Hughie and I charge towards the back door.
"Mam, I killed him!" Claire wailed, running to her Mam, "I killed Gerard!"
What in the fuck.
"What happened?" Mam asked, looking rather concerned, "Where's my son, Claire?"
"He's dead," She wailed, "In the tree house."
"What?" I gaped.
"Gerard," Mam ran to the tree house, "Gerard, love, it's alright. Mammy's coming."
"What's wrong?" Peter demanded, appearing on the patio, "Jesus, I could hear you from the attic."
"I killed Gerard with my hymen, Daddy!" Claire cried, throwing a bloodied duvet at us, "Here's the murder weapon for the Gardaí when they come to arrest me."
I looked to Hughie and we both exchanged looks of disbelief and then disgust.
"He's alive!" Mam called from the tree house.
"Oh, thank god," Claire cried, "Thank you, baby Jesus and the Virgin Mary for watching over us."
"For Christ sake," I groaned.
"Peter?" Mam yelled, "Give me a hand with your godson, would you?"
"Claire," Sinead shook her head, "I don't know whether to cry or kill you right now."
"I'm crying," Hughie gagged.
"I know!" Claire sighed, "I'm super sorry, Mam."
"Okay, everybody, stand back," Peter called out, "He'll be alright. He's just after getting a fright, that's all."
Our Mam's sent Hughie and I up to his room, so that Gerard and Claire could 'chat' with them.
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Fanfiction𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣 In which Scarlett Gibson, hates Patrick Feely, seriously hates him. Until she doesn't. enemies to lovers second chance romance I do not own the boys of tommen series or any of the characters except Scarlett. All rights go to Chloe...
