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love actually in february

ﾟ:* ✶ Gibsie ✶ ﾟ:*

February 7, 2005

I hated being home. Not just because it was lonely but because it reminded me of my childhood.

Which was something I did not want to be reminded of.

I spent nearly ninety percent of my time at the Kavanagh's or the manor, as I called it. And today was no different.

Except for that fact Johnny was at the gym and his parents were away for work.

I knew Adeline was home because I had texted Johnny to let him know I was coming over, and he had responded with a paragraph on the importance of not trying anything with his sister.

As if that was going to stop me.

I could hear music coming from what I knew as Adeline's dance studio at the manor. Johnnys mam had insisted they convert what used to be a guest room, into a studio for Addy. Following the sound of music, I peeked into the room.

The door was ajar, so I leaned against the frame and watched Addy. The music was sad—what she would call lyrical—and she was spinning in perfect circles. I watched as she completed every move with grace and perfection. I could see she had tears streaming down her cheeks and I wasn't sure if it was from the music or because something was bothering her.

I was going to say something, but I was captivated by her. When she was dancing it felt like she was the only person in the world. She was the music and she knew exactly how to blend each movement together. I didn't know why the other girls in her ballet classes even bothered to show up, because they'd never come close to Adeline Kavanagh.

It wasn't just that she was good it was that she had dedication. The same dedication that Johnny had towards rugby. They were two of the most hardworking and goal oriented people I knew. It must be in their genes.

"Jesus," Adeline gasped when her gaze landed on me. She stumbled out of a pirouette—or some other kind of turn—and stared at me. "You scared the shite out of me, Gerard."

"Sorry, Ballerina," I grinned, "I was too distracted by your beauty to speak."

"Puh-lease," She scoffed, "You're just a perv."

"Only towards you," I chuckled, watching as she chugged water out of her pink water bottle.

She was dressed in white tights, a pink leotard, a pink skirt and those fucking shoes that made her permanently on her tippy toes.

"Are your feet not bleeding from those?" I grimaced, pointing to her feet.

Tilting her head, she laughed, "They are. But you get used to it."

"Have I ever told you, you're the best dancer I've ever seen," I gave her a lopsided grin.

"Yes, you have," She nodded, "About a hundred times."

"Well, make it a hundred and one."

She playfully rolled her eyes and dropped to the floor to take off her shoes.

"Come on, babe," I extended my hand to her once her shoes were off, "We are going to watch Love Actually."

Taking my hand and pulling herself up she snorted, "Why would we watch Love Actually? It's February, Ger."