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best friends sister, take two

ﾟ:* ✶ Gibsie ✶ ﾟ:*

"Did it just to hurt me, make me cry"

April 25, 2005

"I don't want to watch a bleeding chick-flick with you." Hughie countered from his spot on the couch.

"And why not?" I shot back. "It heals my heart."

"Because lad, I'm not a chick." He shook his head, "let's watch a normal film."

"That's not fair, Hugh. I'm the one with a broken heart." I sighed, crossing my arms.

I'd been spending an unhealthy amount of time at the Biggs these days. My days were usually spent at the Kavanagh's but due to my attempt at avoiding Addy, that was off the table.

"I'll watch a chick-flick with you, Gerard." Claire smiled from the doorway.

Aside from my mother and Addy, Claire was the only other person who called me Gerard. The sound of my name made me want to cry. It only reminded me of the girl I was trying so desperately to forget.

"No you won't." Hughie grumbled, a frown on his face. "Gibsie will stay far away from you."

I gave him a cheeky grin, shooting a wink in Claire's direction.

"It's just a movie, Hugh." She blushed, rolling her eyes. "You can go see Katie and I'll watch the film."

Hughie looked hesitant as his eyes moved between his sister and I. He ultimately sighed and stood up.

He cast me a final glance, "don't you dare try anything, Gibs."

"I would never!" I gasped, tossing my arm over the back of the couch where Claire was now sitting.

I'd grown up along side this girl, thanks to our parents being best friends. We used to be a lot closer, but considering her crush on me I put myself at a distance to respect Addy.

But now Addy was gone, and I could technically do whatever the hell I wanted. Not that I wanted to be with other girls, because I didn't. All I wanted was the five foot eight ballerina I'd loved since I was twelve.

"What are we watching, Gerard?" She grinned, her arm pressing against my side from our proximity.

"Mean Girls, otherwise know as the best chick-flick of all time." I replied, turning up the volume on the TV.

"I love this film!" She squealed, reaching for the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. "Good thing I'm wearing my pink pyjamas."

"Unfortunately it's not Wednesday, Claire-bear," I chuckled.

"Either way, I'm in my pink." She giggled, moving closer to me.

Our thighs were now touching and my stomach had a weird feeling growing inside. I felt... guilty? But at the same time smug.

I loved Adeline, I loved her so much, she'd stolen a piece of my heart. However, deep down, a twisted part of me wanted to make her hurt in the way she hurt me.