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“Like hell she does,” he grumbled. “Kate Winslet as a redhead is unquestionably stunning.”
“Fine, you take Kate, and I’ll take Sharon.”
“Fine.” He nodded in acceptance. “I will.”
“Good.” I returned his nod with one of my own. “Glad that’s cleared up.”
It was at the precise moment that “Bye Bye Bye” started up again on the other side of my bedroom wall.
“I’m sorry, Hugh,” Feely grumbled, stalking toward the door. “I really am, but I’m going to throttle that curly-haired menace!”
Snickering, I followed him, knowing full well he would do the complete opposite.
Claire had all the lads wrapped around her baby finger.
Of course, they’d all rather swallow glass than admit it, but they were kittens when it came to my sister.
“What did youdoto him!” Feely demanded, clearly outraged, as he stood in Claire’s bedroom doorway with his mouth hanging open. “Gibs! Stop that right now, ya hear!”
Dare I look?
Like, honestly?
Is it going to leave a permanent scar?
Primed for pain, I joined my best friend in my sister’s doorway and quickly repeated his previous sentiments. “What did youdoto him?”
Gaping in horror at the scene unfolding before my eyes, I watched as Gibs, Claire, and Liz performed that bloody dance routine in perfect sync with each other.
Both girls were caked in makeup, sprouting pigtails and wearing matching pink vests.
Worse, they had groomedGibsieto within an inch of his life.
His blond curls?
Yeah, they were bunched together in two stumpy pigtails on either side of his head, while the pink vest he was sewn into stretched at the seams in protest.
“Guys, look!” Squealing with excitement, Claire gestured to their dance routine. “We finally nailed it.”
“You are in Ireland,” I reminded them, lips twitching. “Not Hollywood.”
“Andyouare in sixth class,” Feely added, speaking directly to our classmate, who clearly couldn’t give two shits that we’d caught him dancing with the girls.
That’s when the big ape pushed past the girls and took front and center to mime the high notes of the song.
Fisting the air with enthusiasm, Gibssanghis heart out, while executing the dance routine better than all of them.
When they finished their performance, Claire and Gibs both took dramatic bows, while Liz flopped down on the bed in a fit of laughter.
Unable to hide my amusement, I gave in and clapped for the three stooges, while Feely hauled ass toward the Barbie stereo system and swiftly yanked the plug out of the wall.
“Hey,” Claire huffed. “Who said you could touch my stereo!”
“Yeah,” Gibs chimed in defensively. “Who said you could touch her stereo?”
“God told me,” Feely replied drolly.
“No, he didn’t.”
