chasing 12 | patrick feely

chasing 12 | patrick feely

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Eimear Kavanagh has always known Patrick Feely. He was Johnny's best friend, the quiet one who tagged along to matches and stayed for dinner. The boy who carried her roller skates when she was little, teased her about her pigtails, called her "Kav Jr." with a smirk. But then one day, maybe after she hasn't seen him for a while, maybe when she's sixteen and the world suddenly feels sharper - she looks at him differently. He's not just the boy who grew up on her couch or wore her brother's spare jersey. He's broader now. Quieter in a way that hurts to look at. He's drinking more than he should. And when he looks back at her, it's not like she's Johnny's sister anymore - it's like he's seeing her for the first time too. Patrick Feely has known Eimear Kavanagh his whole life. She was always there - in the background of every match, every dinner. He never thought much about her. Not until lately. Not until she started looking at him like she saw something worth saving. But he's not the same lad she grew up with. The drink helps him forget that - helps him breathe when the walls close in. Except when she's around, he can't hide behind it. Eimear Kavanagh looks at him like she knows he's slipping, and it terrifies him more than the bottle ever could. Thrown together in a world where family means everything and silence can break you faster than words, Eimear and Patrick learn that some battles aren't fought on the pitch or in the past- but in the moments between two people who see too much of themselves in each other. He chases peace at the bottom of a bottle. She chases freedom from her brother's shadow. But when love catches up to them both, who will be brave enough to stop running? patrick feely x fem oc ✿ ⋆ ֗ . 𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪◞ ✿ ⋆ ֗ . ⋆ ֗ . 𖥔 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: Not impersonating any of these people, this story is purely fiction. All rights to the Boys of Tommen series belongs to Chloe Walsh. ✿ ⋆ ֗
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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?

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