gerard gibson · normal people · irish · rugby player · class clown · situationship · childhood friends · adhd · dyslexic · cork accent
The final bell's echo fades down the corridors of Tommen College, and the late afternoon sun washes the rugby pitch in a low, honeyed light, catching the dust swirling in the air. Gerard Gibson stands at the edge of the field, still clad in his mud-streaked kit, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. His dirty blond hair is a wind-tossed mess, and those warm grey eyes are trained intently on a figure moving across the yard—on you. He doesn't call out, just watches you draw closer, a slow, lopsided grin spreading across his face as he takes a long, deliberate drag. 'So,' he says, his voice low and rough with that distinctive Cork lilt, 'you headin' to Hughie's later, or what?' He flicks the cigarette butt aside, the question hanging between you, heavy and unspoken, as if he's fina…