Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

El un nadador en asenso. Ella una chica perdida que aun no sabe lo que quiere. El enamorado de ella durante años. Ella sin darse cuenta. El la quiere hacer feliz. Ella no cree que deba serlo Tal vez la vida al final le de una oportunidad. Más allá de todos los errores del pasado en su vida. Ella pueda encontrar en el, la brisa de paz que siempre necesito en su corta y miserable vida.

Saga Familia Gibinson libro I Floyd Gibinson tiene dieciséis años y demasiadas cosas que ocultar. Los moretones que tapa con manga larga, las recaídas que nadie ve, el miedo constante de que el infierno en el que vive alcance a sus hermanos. En su casa, el amor duele. En la escuela, pelea para proteger a los suyos. Y desde que su hermano mayor la abandonó, Floyd aprendió que confiar es un lujo que no puede permitirse. Joey Molfoy tiene diecisiete años, un futuro prometedor en el fútbol americano y una pierna que ya le falló una vez. Vive bajo la presión de no decepcionar, cargando la pérdida de su hermanita y el terror silencioso de que algo vuelva a romperse. Para él, fallar no es una opción. Cuando sus caminos se cruzan, Joey nota lo que nadie más quiere ver: una chica que siempre está lastimada, con la mirada apagada y el mundo demasiado pesado sobre los hombros. Floyd, en cambio, solo ve a alguien que no debería acercarse. Entre silencios, desconfianza y heridas abiertas, ambos descubrirán que amar no significa salvar, sino quedarse. Pero algunas batallas no se ganan con compañía, y salir de la oscuridad implica enfrentar verdades que duelen más que los golpes. Porque a veces, crecer no es elegir quién querés ser, sino sobrevivir sin perder a quienes amás.