SKYFALL, Johnny Kavanagh

Confessions

Maeve's Point of View

When I finally got to Niamh's house, a bit after eight I was so exhausted that I was ready to drop dead on the bed at any second.
I knew that people that went to Tommen were usually wealthy, but Niamh's house left me speechless.
It was a three story house.
The house I lived in technically had two floors, but it was so tiny and crowded it was basically a bungalow.

"You're so not falling asleep now, you owe me many explanations." Niamh protested.

"Tomorrow." I waved her off. "I'm so tired."

"Oh no, you're not." She threw a pillow at me as my eyes started to close.

The pillow smacked me right in the face, jolting me awake.
I groaned and cracked one eye open, catching Niamh's determined expression as she stood at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed.
There was no way she was letting this go.

"Alright let's go downstairs." I grabbed the previously thrown pillow and got up. "If we're doing this tonight, I need coffee and lots of it."

By downstairs I meant the ground floor which was the one equipped with the common areas like kitchen and living room.
Currently we were on the first floor, where the bedrooms – all equipped with bathrooms and built in walk-in closets – were. Niamh and her parents stayed there while her twin brother, Pierce, lived on the third floor, which Niamh described to as kind of an attic but bigger and better.
He used to share the room with Niamh but he apparently moved there when they were eleven, claiming he wanted some privacy.
Like Niamh couldn't imagine what he got up to in there.
Ugh, boys.

"Finally." Niamh rolled her eyes before looking at my pillow. "Why are you bringing that with you?"

"Emotional support, I want something to hug." I explained. "Also, your couch cushions are too hard, this is better."

She looked at me weirdly before heading to the kitchen. "Are you coming or not?"

"Yup, just going to the bathroom first." I replied while she walked away.
I entered and stared at my reflection in the mirror for a minute to try and wake myself up.
When that failed to work I took some water and splashed it on my face, which worked out terribly since the make-up I had on had been there for over twelve hours and was ready to self-destruct at any second.

As I watched the mascara smudge and eyeliner streak down my cheeks, I groaned.
Just fucking perfect.
This was just what I needed after a long day— to look like a raccoon.

I grabbed a towel and dabbed my face, trying to salvage what was left of my makeup, but it was of no use. Screw it.
I wasn't going to win this battle.
I wiped off what was left of my make-up and once again looked at myself in the mirror, shiner and all.
There was no need to hide it anymore, Niamh had already seen it and frankly I was sick of the secrecy.

I took a moment to gather my thought and then headed to kitchen where I knew Niamh would be waiting.

"Sit." She said as she handed me a steaming mug.
She glanced up as I entered, her eyes lingering on my face for a second longer than normal.
I knew she was looking at the black eye, but thankfully, she didn't comment on it right away.
I obeyed, clutching the pillow in my lap like it was a lifeline.

"Start." She spoke with no hesitation.

"I'm still owed a secret, remember?" I stated. "Show me your scars and I'll show you mine, O'Neill."

She waited a second before replying.
She raised her t-shirt and showed me a thin scar that looked a lot like an incision. "When I was eleven my appendix burst, I had to be rushed to the emergency room."