Binding 13 Johnny Quotes

¨I think I need you for keeps.¨ ¨I think I need you for keeps, too.¨

I can take you home when you have to go? What the actual fuck? I might as well have shouted, love me, fucking love me at the girl. I felt like a bleeding eejit.

¨I think I need you for keeps,¨ he slurred. ¨I think I need you for keeps, too,¨ I confessed.

Relax,” Johnny whispered in my ear, distracting me from my memories. “You’re safe with me.

Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

Okay? I know that. It was wrong. I understand. I just…I just…” “You just what, Shannon?” he coaxed. “I thought you liked me,” I strangled out. “Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.

Give me a name," Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. "And I'll take care of it.

Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.

I don’t give a shite," I snapped, thinking about her bruised face. "I didn’t want her to leave, Gibs, and he just took her away from me. And I let him!" "You do know that you're not allowed to keep humans as pets, don’t you?" he asked in a wry tone. "You know that's just dogs and cats, right?

Boom, boom, fucking boom.... I'm done for.

¨I think I need you for keeps,¨ he slurred. ¨I think I need you for keeps, too,¨ I confessed.

One of his eyes was turning purple and swelling at a rapid pace, and he had a steady trail of blood flowing down his eyebrow, but it didn’t seem to faze him one bit. Johnny's attention wasn’t on the medic or the referee shouting commands in his ear. He was too busy looking at me.

I love you, Shannon like the river,” he slurred. My heart stopped. Did he just? No. No, of course he didn’t. “I fucking love you,” Johnny said again. Oh god. He did. He absolutely did. Twice.

Johnny shrugged, but didn’t answer my question. Instead, he swooped down and grabbed my schoolbag. “Come on.” Throwing my bag over his shoulder, he pressed a hand to my back and nudged me forward. “Big brother gave me permission to take you home.

You are still Johnny Kavanagh. You are still an honor student. You are still a good man. And you are still my best decision.

Oh, Johnny,” Mam sighed. “You never had to lie, baby. I like that girl.” “She’s mine,” I grumbled. “You can’t have her.

God, he was just so beautiful, it was painful. Everything about Johnny Kavanagh was pure perfection. He was big and strong, and his face? Oh god, his face was the best face I had ever laid eyes on.

Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh! Even though you're leaving. Even though you don’t feel the same. Even though loving you is going to break my heart. I love you with everything I have. And I probably always will.

It’s devastating. Your mother and I understand. You might not think we do, but we brought you into this world, and every single painful moment in your life that you endure, and every obstacle you stumble over, we’re there, Johnny. We’re right behind you, feeling everything. Your pain and frustration and fears. It’s all mirrored back to us. Your achievements are ours and your heartache is ours. Because you are all we have, Johnny. Just you. That’s it.

Holy crap. My brother just walked into Johnny Kavanagh’s house.

See her, Da? See? So fucking beautiful!” Johnny announced. “Told ye all.

Hi, Johnny." "Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da," I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. "I'm done for.

I’d never had this level of normality before. I’d never felt safe. But I was starting to. And I had a feeling he had something to do with it. Johnny Kavanagh.

What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

Give me a name, and I’ll take care of it.” ”I have allergies.“ ”Me too. To assholes and bullshit,“ Johnny snarled. ”Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open.

Releasing an unsteady breath, I reached up, grabbed Johnny’s neck, and pulled his face down to mine. And then I kissed him.

I wanted to give her all her smiles and make her laugh and snatch her away from the rest of the world and keep her all to myself.

Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh!

Johnny was asleep.

I don’t want to know if he can play rugby or not,” I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. “I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!

Do you mind?” I asked then. He smirked. “No, baby, I don’t mind.” My heart stopped in my chest. Johnny’s face flushed and he shook his head. “I mean—” “It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s fine.

Who’s hurting you, baby?” he slurred sleepily. He yawned loudly and then sighed. “I’ll fix it.” “It’s a secret,” I breathed, feeling my body shake. “I won’t tell,” he whispered. Inhaling a trembling breath, I clenched my eyes shut and pressed my lips to his ear. “My father.” I waited several beats for him to say something. He didn’t. When I opened my eyes and looked at his face, I realized why. Johnny was asleep.

If you do not make it this summer, then you do not make it this summer,” he repeated. “You are still Johnny Kavanagh. You are still an honor student. You are still a good man. And you are still my best decision.

Joey’s altercation with his father: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus—“Face Down” Johnny losing the run of himself with Shannon: Jamie Lawson—“Ahead of Myself” Johnny when he’s realizing he’s falling in love with Shannon: The Killers—“Mr. Brightside” When Shannon goes up to his room for the first time: The Fray—“Look after You” Johnny after his surgery with his father: X Ambassadors—“Unsteady” Shannon in the final scene: Raign—“Knocking on Heaven’s Door

Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open. “Jonathan Kavanagh,” his mother snapped. “Stop this right now! You’ll scare the girl.

Shannon as her feelings deepen for Johnny: The Chainsmokers—“Don’t Let Me Down” Johnny as his feelings deepen for Shannon: Dean Lewis—“Lose My Mind” Shannon and Johnny in the changing room in Dublin: James Last—“Here Comes the Sun” In Johnny’s bedroom, when Shannon is crying: Imaginary Future—“Here Comes the Sun” Joey’s feelings for Aoife: Walking on Cars—“Flying High Falling Low” Gibsie and Johnny in most of their scenes: Chester See and Ryan Higa—“Bromance

I didn’t know where you were,” Johnny continued to tell me as he shook his head, looking all flustered and sounding confused. “I thought I lost you… and my head? My head is hiiiigh as balls, baby.” He called you baby. He called you baby again.

Give me a name,” Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

My gaze found its way back to Johnny, who was standing at the edge of the table with a thunderous expression etched on his face. “Bye, Johnny,” I told him in a small voice. His features softened instantly as he looked down at me and smiled. “Bye, Shannon.

Am I dying or something?” “No, Johnny, love, you’re not dying.” “Thank fuck,” I groaned. “’Cause I wanna see that girl again.” “Okay, Johnny. Just relax, buddy.” “No, no, no, Da. I’m serious,” I slurred. “I think I love that girl.” “Well, who’s this girl?” “She’s a river.” I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’m keeping her, Da.” “Okay, son,” he coaxed. “You keep the girl.” “She makes my heart go, like, whoa.” “Is that right?” he mused. “So bad, Da.” I sighed. “Boom, boom, fucking boom.” I shook my head. “All the time.

One of his eyes was turning purple and swelling at a rapid pace, and he had a steady trail of blood flowing down his eyebrow, but it didn’t seem to faze him one bit. Johnny’s attention wasn’t on the medic or the referee shouting commands in his ear. He was too busy looking at me.

He smiled down at me. “Hi, Shannon.” “Hi, Johnny,” I whispered, staring back at him, feeling like my heart was two seconds away from bursting out of my chest. “How are you?” he asked, voice deep, blue eyes burning holes in mine. “I’m good,” I breathed. “How are you?” He smirked. “I’m good.

Focus, Johnny. Remember. I scrolled through my contacts with the intention of calling her to apologize, only to slump in dismay when I remembered that I didn’t have her number. And even if I did, I couldn’t call her. Because her father took her phone. My father. My father. What was I missing here?

Johnny, I know, but I have to go,” I whispered, flustered. “It’s family only.” “She’s my wife,” he announced then, blowing my mind clean open. “Jonathan Kavanagh,” his mother snapped. “Stop this right now! You’ll scare the girl.” “What are ya talking about?” Johnny slurred. “I’m not scaring her. I love her.

Jesus, this girl was beautiful. I’d noticed it earlier of course, she had a striking look about her, but now, seeing her up close like this and being able to count the freckles on her face-eleven by the way-it was hitting home just how striking she was. Her blue eyes were big and round and fucking beautiful.

I don’t want to know if he can play rugby or not,” I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. “I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!” Gibsie tilted his head to one side, studying me with a curious look. “Well, aren’t you a keeper?” he finally mused, tone low.

I didn't know where you were," Johnny continued to tell me as he shook his head, looking all flustered and sounding confused. "I thought I lost you... and my head? My head is hiiiigh as balls, baby." He called you baby. He called you baby again. ... "I love you Shannon like the river" ... "I fucking love you," Johnny said again.

Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed.

Go for it, I thought to myself. But you can’t destroy what’s already broken… “Relax,” Johnny whispered in my ear, distracting me from my memories.

Mrs. Kavanagh’s face turned a deathly shade of white when she hissed, “I am going to castrate that little shit—” “Oh my god, no!” I squealed. Thinking back over my words, I suddenly realized how badly that must have sounded to Mrs. Kavanagh and, desperate to wipe the look of terror off her face, I quickly clarified. “Out. Johnny knocked me out. Not up.” Oh, dear god, let me die. “Out,” I emphasized for the dozenth time. “The bump was on my head.” “How did he hurt you?” his mother asked, looking troubled and yet massively relieved. I sighed heavily. “With his balls.” “With his balls?” she repeated, looking horrified. “Johnny knocked you out with his balls?

Yeah, he did. He promised. And he kept it… "Well, thanks for caring," I breathed. "Thanks for being worth it," Johnny replied, hand still on my cheek.

Then give us two tickets to something that’s not sold out,” Johnny snapped, dragging my attention back to the conversation he was having with the girl behind the counter that I was having a hard time seeing over.

You can wear my number and shout, ‘Johnny, Johnny,’ from the stands.

Johnny’s penis has touched these things. And now your vagina has. You’re practically having sex with him!

What are you doing? What the hell are you doing? Johnny’s penis has touched these things. And now your vagina has. You’re practically having sex with him!

hips. “And I’ll take care of it.” “What—no! I’m grand,” I quickly replied. “I have allergies.” “Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled. “Now, tell me who made you cry and I’ll fix it.

Either way, the child inside of me clung the promise for all it was worth. And promise like that to girls like me were worth everything.

Either way, the child inside of me clung to the promise for all it was worth. And promises like that to girls like me were worth everything.

With wide eyes, I watched as Johnny unzipped the black coat he was wearing and draped it over my shoulders. “Come on,” he said in a coaxing

Johnny is not the problem here,” I strangled out. My heart was hammering in my chest; the thought of getting Johnny into trouble again was making me feel light-headed. “He apologized for what happened. He replaced my uniform. He stuck up for me at school when a boy was giving me trouble. He has been nothing but good to me, Mam.

Frowning, Johnny reached over and cupped—yes, literally cupped—my chin in his hand. “What the fuck is that?” he demanded, voice deathly quiet, as his blue eyes blazed with fire. “What?” I squeezed out, panic-stricken. Tipping my chin up, he brushed my hair off my shoulder and released a low growl. “That,” he growled, trailing his thumb over my cheekbone. “And that,” he added, skimming the curve of my eye. The contact was so gentle that it caused me to jump from nerves rather than pain.

SHANNON LIKE THE RIVER. WILL YOU PLEASE BE MY FRIEND? Two hand-drawn boxes were sketched below the writing. One box had a yes over it, and the other had a no. The yes box had a smiley face. The no box had a sad face. At the bottom of the page were the words: SIGNED BY alongside a slightly crooked line with his signature scrawled across it. Beneath the line with Johnny’s name was an empty line for my name and he had dated the note January 10, 2005, my first day at Tommen. A side note stating: PS: SHANNON PROMISES NOT TO SUE JOHNNY WHEN HE’S SIGNED FOR THE PROS FOR ANY INJURIES HE MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE CAUSED HER ON THE DATE MENTIONED ABOVE. THIS IS A VALID DISCLAIMER, I SHIT YOU NOT took up the last few lines of the page. It was ridiculous, adorable, and I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face.

I had learned a valuable lesson tonight thought, and that was to never ask a girl what she was thinking if you weren't prepared to take a huge fucking knock to the ego

That’s because I’m a ninety-year-old woman disguised as a teenager,” I quipped. “That’s”—Johnny scrunched his nose up—“A disturbing concept.

Yeah, I got you a burger.” “Thanks, Johnny.” “And then I got hungry so I ate it.” “You’re a monster.

Oh my god. What was he doing? Why was he coming over to me? What the hell was happening? “How’s it going?” Johnny asked, closing the space between us, voice understandably breathless from the exertion on the pitch.

I was fairly sure I heard Johnny mutter the words fuck off under his breath but he turned to the photographer and gave him a polite nod. “No problem.” “Good man yourself,” the photographer praised and pointed the camera at Johnny, only to halt and turn to me. “Move out the way, will ya, love?” “Oh, right, sorry!” I squeaked and scrambled to back out of the line of the lens. “We were talking,” Johnny bit out. He cast a scathing glare at the photographer and then walked right over to me. “Smile,” he instructed quietly as he pulled me in to his side and clamped his huge muddy hand on my hip. Stunned, I stared up at him. “Huh?” “Smile,” Johnny repeated calmly, tucking me under his arm. Frazzled, I turned back to face the photographer and did exactly what Johnny told me to do. I beamed. The photographer arched a brow and gave me a curious look, but quickly hurried to snap what felt like a million snaps. The flashes coming from his camera were blinding, and when they were joined by many more flashes from other photographers, I began to shake with anxiety. What the hell was happening? “Alright, that’s enough,” Johnny declared as he held a hand up and released my hip. “Thanks for coming out today. Appreciate the support.

won’t,” Johnny stated, seemingly able to read my thoughts. “Whatever you’re used to,” he continued to say, eyes locked on mine. “Or whoever you’re used to. Whatever’s responsible for that sad look in your eyes—” He paused to brush his thumb over my cheekbone. “That’s not me, I’m not like that, and I won’t do that to you.

Thank fuck for that, because you're ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself. ♥ Johnny

Thank fuck for that, because you're ruining all of me right now, I thought to myself. - Johnny ♥

Me too. To assholes and bullshit,” Johnny snarled.

I overheard the girls talking about it in Claire's bedroom a while back," he admitted... "Jesus Christ," I muttered. "You're listening outside the girl's bedroom now?" When he didn't deny it, I shook my head. "You have a problem, Gibs. A big one." "It's only a problem if you admit it," he countered with a knowing grin. "Isn't that how it works, Johnny?

I need to talk to you," ... I expected two things to happen in this moment: either Johnny sent me packing or he agreed to go somewhere quiet to speak with me. When Johnny tipped his chin up and uttered the word, "Leave, "I realized I had been right about scenario number one. My adrenalin and bravery abandoned me in a rush and my shoulders sagged. Nodding, I turned to leave, feeling thoroughly deflated, only to have a warm hand wrap around my wrist and pull me back to his side. "Not you," Johnny whispered in my ear, settling me in front of him. "Them.

Did Johnny manage to coax you inside, or was it the smell of my f*cking amazing cooking that drew you in?" ... "you cooked one egg, Gibs, under my supervision

she makes my heart go, like, whoa. boom, boom, fucking boom.

What the actual fuck, Johnny? "Can i get you something?" she quickly asked. "What would you like to eat?" You. I would like to eat you, Shannon.

Shannon?” Johnny called after me. Pausing at the door, I swung back to look at him. “Yeah?” His blue eyes burned holes inside of me when he said, “Thanks.” “For what?” I whispered. Johnny smiled. “For being nothing like the rest of them.

Huh. I thought about that for a moment. "Do you mind?" I asked then. He smirked. "No, baby, I don't mind." My heart stopped in my chest. Johnny's face flushed and he shook his head. "I mean-

Johnny glanced sideways at me, smirking, and said, "I'd sit with you though." My heart leaped in my chest. "You would?" He grinned, "You're so tiny, you don't count.

I don't want to know if he can play rugby or not," I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. "I want to know if he is okay! Him. ,I>Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!" Gibsie tilted his head to one side, studying me with a curious look. "Well aren't you a keeper?" he finally mused, tone low.

I don't want to know if he can play rugby or not," I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. "I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!" Gibsie tilted his head to one side, studying me with a curious look. "Well aren't you a keeper?" he finally mused, tone low.

Who are you?” she croaked out, depending entirely on my hands to keep her head upright. “I’m Johnny,” I told her, biting back a smirk. “Who are you?

Shannon, I’m so…” He exhaled a sharp breath and shook his head. “Tonight.” His hand moved from my hair to cup my cheek. “We’ll talk tonight.” “Okay, Johnny,” I breathed, leaning my cheek into his large palm. Without another word, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead. And then he turned around and walked away.

Close your eyes,” I told him softly. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” “Tell me you love me,” he pleaded. “Johnny—” “Tell me.” Inhaling a steadying breath, I whispered, “Johnny, I love you.” “Thank fuck,” he groaned, exhaling loudly. “You won’t remember this,” I added shakily. “But I will.” Which was the only reason I was telling him my truth.

Maybe I’d attached myself to Johnny because not only was he the first person I saw when I came to, but he also was the first person who’d shown me genuine kindness.

Jesus Christ,” Johnny groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “Of course, I like you.” He tugged on his hair and sighed. “I think it’s pretty fucking clear that I’m mad about you.

Did you get me something?” “Yeah, I got you a burger.” “Thanks, Johnny.” “And then I got hungry so I ate it.” “You’re a monster.

I’m going to be there one day,” Johnny stated, tilting his head in the direction of the telly. “One of these days that’s going to be me, Shannon.

When Johnny stretched his legs out on top of the coffee table, I waited for a good ten minutes before attempting to do the same, only to fail epically when my toes barely touched the corner before clattering to the floor. Chuckling softly, Johnny reached forward and dragged the table closer to the couch. Embarrassed, I kept my feet firmly on the floor. Less than a minute later, Johnny reached over, lifted my legs, and placed them on the table. I turned to look at him, but his attention was back on the screen.

I waited for Johnny to stand up and tell me he needed to go back to his friends, but he didn’t. He just sat there with me while the pain relief took effect. He didn’t mock me or run. He didn’t react in the way most boys would. He took control of the situation. I knew right there that he was exceptionally special and that it had nothing to do with his sporting capabilities. He was exceptional on the inside, too.

Did he think of me as a sister? It certainly sounded like he did. He certainly reacted to my kiss like he did. Had I been sister-zoned? “Stop overthinking,” Johnny instructed in a coaxing tone, distracting me from my internal battle. “Everything’s fine.” I turned to look at him. “What makes you think I’m overthinking?” He shrugged, smiling this amazing boyish grin at me. “Am I wrong?” No. No, of course he wasn’t. Overthinking was my specialty. Dammit. “I can’t help it,” I admitted, feeling my face heat up. “It’s in my nature. I’m a born worrier.” “Well,” he sighed. “One thing you don’t need to worry about is Bella.” The minute I heard her name, I automatically began to worry. Worry and overthink. What would she say next? What would she do? Was I going to get a hiding from her the next time she caught me in the bathrooms? Should I run now? “Stop,” Johnny ordered, intercepting my panic. “You don’t need to worry about her.

I want to take you home,” he told me. “I need to make sure you’re okay.” “Why?” “I just do.” Standing up, Johnny reached for my bag and tossed it over his shoulder before turning to look at me. “Let me take you home, Shannon.

He’ll let you down, the defensive part of my brain argued. He’ll hurt you worse than all the others. “I won’t,” Johnny stated, seemingly able to read my thoughts.

Well, I love you, Johnny Kavanagh! Even though you’re leaving. Even though you don’t feel the same. Even though loving you is going to break my heart. I love you with everything I have. And I probably always will.

Well, thanks for caring,” I breathed. “Thanks for being worth it,” Johnny replied, hand still on my cheek.

He’s in a bad way,” he admitted quietly. “Depending on what the doctors say when he gets to the hospital, he’s looking at some serious time out of the game.” Exhaling heavily, he ran a hand through his hair. “He’s out for the final, for sure.” “I don’t want to know if he can play rugby or not,” I squeezed out as a wave of guilt swallowed me up. “I want to know if he is okay! Him. Johnny! The person. Not the fucking rugby player!” Gibsie tilted his head to one side, studying me with a curious look. “Well, aren’t you a keeper?” he finally mused, tone low.

Can you stay with me?” My feet stopped and my heart sped up. I turned back to look at him. “Huh?” “Please,” Johnny croaked out. “I don’t want to be on my own.” My heart constricted tightly in my chest, making it hard to breathe. “I can go and get Gibsie?” I offered weakly. Johnny shook his head. “I only want you.

Bring the lights back, Da,” Johnny instructed, slurring his words. “Light up the world. You need to see this girl.

You’ll have my babies, won’t you?” “I…” I cleared my throat and exhaled a ragged breath. “I…” “Shannon, I am so sorry,” Mrs. Kavanagh strangled out. “Say it,” Johnny groaned, clutching my hand. “Tell me you’ll have my babies.” “Johnny—” “Just tell me you will,” he begged loudly. “Just say it, Shannon! Please! I can’t take it.” “Sure?” I croaked out, feeling faint. “Whatever you want, Johnny.” “Gibs,” Johnny called out happily. “Did you hear that, lad?” “I sure did, Bulldozer.” “Didn’t I do good, Da?” he continued to rave. “See? I found her!” “You did a great job,” Mr. Kavanagh coaxed.