starwars_fanfic
Being Johnny Kavanagh's sister was never easy.
Not because Johnny was a bad brother-in fact, he was quite the opposite-but because being his sister meant carrying a surname burdened with expectations, loyalties, and an overwhelming number of eyes on me. On the court, at home, at school... even in places where no one even knew me.
We moved from Dublin to Cork when I was eight. My grandmother was sick, and Mom couldn't manage everything on her own, so we packed our lives into boxes and started from scratch. I didn't want to leave. I was leaving behind my friends, my routines, my favorite spots. I was leaving everything I knew. But Johnny made it seem like an adventure. He always had this way of convincing me that the impossible could be bearable if we did it together.
And then I met his friends.
Some were nice, others just tolerable... and then there was him.
Gibsie.
Gerard Gibson.
The quietest storm I've ever seen.
At first, he was nothing more than a boisterous presence, always joking, laughing, getting into trouble that wasn't his. The kind of guy everyone looked at with a mixture of affection and despair. The life of the party, the comic relief in a sea of testosterone and inflated egos.
But what no one tells you is that, sometimes, love begins right there.
In the unexpected laughter.
In the glance that sneaks in when you think no one is looking.
In the awkward silences that suddenly feel safe.
I fell in love with Johnny's best friend.
With someone who saw me when everyone else only knew me by my last name.
And that was the beginning of the trouble.
Because you can't fall in love with a guy like Gibsie without risking something.
Your peace. Your sanity. Your heart.
And, in my case... possibly, my relationship with Johnny.
My name is Aideen Kavanagh.
And this is the story of how I fell in love with the wrong person.