Binding 13 Shannon Quotes

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

SHANNON LIKE THE RIVER. WILL YOU PLEASE BE MY FRIEND?

For once in my life, I wanted a safe place to run to instead of from. I felt like I was slowly dying in that house. In my home. Where I was supposed to lay my head. Where I was supposed to feel safe.

But don't forget that you'll always be my 13." She sniffled and wiped my cheek with her fingers. "My binding 13." I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. "You heard about that?" "Yeah." Half-sobbing/ half-laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. "I won.

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

Put your head up, Shannon like the river.” Moments later, he draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me in to his side. “No one’s going to hurt you.

I love you, Shannon like the river,

I carefully scrolled through his playlists and almost had a heart attack when my eyes landed on the one named Songs for Shannon.

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.

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.

My binding 13." I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. "You heard about that?" "Yeah." Half-sobbing/ half-laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. "I won." "Hands down." I kissed her puffy lips. "Undisputed." "Now, I'm keeping 13," she told me. "So come home to me when you're done, okay?" "I will.

I wanted her, I realized, and it was entirely inappropriate and horrendous bad luck on my account, but I did. I wanted Shannon Lynch. And worse than wanting her, I really fucking liked her.

Shannon like the river was on my mind, and I didn’t fucking like it. I didn’t like that she was taking up valuable time in my head.

Shannon Lynch had eyes the color of midnight blue that wouldn’t stay the fuck out of my head.

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.

If he thought I was going to throw my career away for a punch-up over Bella, he was seriously mistaken. Shannon—absolutely, but Bella? Not a chance.

Hi, Shannon.

If feelings were objects, then I was teetering on the edge of a great precipice, and if girls were weapons, then Shannon Lynch was the greatest weapon of mass destruction my heart had ever been exposed to. Because I was fucked.

If he touches you again, Shannon, then I want you to grab the sharpest knife you can, and I want you to plunge it into his heart.” Sniffling, I turned to look at him. “You’re not coming back, are you?” Joey just stared at me, eyes filled with tears. “I can’t,” he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek. “If I go back inside that house, I’ll kill them both.” I watched his face, registered the truth he was telling me, and then I unfastened my seat belt and opened the door. “Goodbye, Joey,” I whispered numbly, and then I climbed out and walked inside.

I wanted Shannon Lynch. And worse than wanting her, I really fucking liked her.

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.

But just so you know?” he added. “She’s always been your Shannon.

I'm here now," I whispered, unable to stop my smile at how adorable he was in this moment. "And you're going to be okay." "I love you, Shannon like the River," he slurred. My heart stopped.

I will ruin you,” I repeated, voice deathly cold. “Your reputation. Your status. Your friends. Your future relationships. Everything. If you fuck with Shannon Lynch again, I will take everything from you.

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

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

We’ll go when we’re ready to go,” he said in a voice so low and soft that it was barely audible. “Put your head up, Shannon like the river.” Moments later, he draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me in to his side. “No one’s going to hurt you.

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.

Shannon,” Mam wept as she cringed in horror. “Oh, baby, your face.” I didn’t care what I looked like anymore. It didn’t matter. Because my mother had just ended my world. She went to him. He beat us. Terrorized us. Tortured us. And she went to him. She chose him.

Shannon,” Mam wept as she cringed in horror. “Oh, baby, your face.” I didn’t care what I looked like anymore. It didn’t matter. Because my mother had just ended my world. She went to him. He beat us. Terrorized us. Tortured us. And she went to him. She chose him. Our own mother.

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.

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.

My entire focus was on our parents. “You’re bleeding,” Mam choked out as she dabbed at Dad’s face with the sleeve of her jumper. “Oh god, Teddy.” Her words caused Joey’s entire frame to tense. “Are you fucking blind?” he roared. Swinging around to face them, he gently brushed my hair off my face and pointed to me. “She is bleeding,” Joey snarled, pointing to my face. “Shannon. Your daughter!

Half an hour later, I was standing outside Shannon’s front door with sweaty palms and a racing heart. What the hell was I doing here? This was madness. Put the schoolbag down and walk the fuck away, the sensible part of me instructed.

Shannon, don’t go,” Claire turned to me and said, eyes filled with concern. “If you get caught, and they tell your father—” “I’m going,” I croaked out, stopping her before she could finish that sentence. I knew what would happen. I also knew that it would happen regardless. I was here in Dublin when I was supposed to be at home. He was going to kill me anyway. I had to go.

I’m sorry about that,” I told her as I closed the door and pulled on my seat belt. “I got caught up talking.” “No, no,” Shannon hurried to say in that small voice of hers. “It’s absolutely fine. You don’t have to apologize to me.” Yeah, I did. I left her out here in a freezing-cold car for half an hour. It wasn’t good enough. Not for her.

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.

Because he hurt you, Shannon!” “It was an accident.” “I’m phoning Mr. Twomey.

Yeah, Shannon.” My voice was thick. “I want you to come with me.

I’ll protect you, Shannon like the river.

You can’t even protect yourself!” Joey roared. “I’m doing that, Shannon. Me. I’m the one trying to soften the fucking blows and they just keep coming. “Then maybe you and Dad will both get lucky and he’ll finish me off the next time,

Binding thirteen,” Gibsie snickered as he tore off way too fucking fast for comfort. “Little Shannon blew that shit clean out of the water.

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.

But don’t forget that you’ll always be my 13.” She sniffled and wiped my cheek with her fingers. “My binding 13.” I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. “You heard about that?” “Yeah.” Half sobbing, half laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. “I won.” “Hands down.” I kissed her puffy lips. “Undisputed.” “Now, I’m keeping 13,” she told me. “So come home to me when you’re done, okay?” “I will.

Do me a favor, Kav,” Joey called over his shoulder. “Go and check on my sister, will ya?” My heart leaped in my chest. “Shannon?” Joey nodded and reached for a plate off the countertop. Shoveling several pieces of bacon onto the plate, he added, “She’s out in the car.” “Why would you leave her in the car?” I demanded, tone tight. “It’s freezing outside.” “Because she wouldn’t come in for me,” Joey shot back in what sounded like a duh tone. “You can try and get her to come inside yourself if you want, but she’s not budging.” He didn’t need to ask me twice. Or give me permission once, for that matter. I was already on my feet and moving for the front door.

Myself and Shannon have each other,” Joey interrupted, gesturing a finger between us. “That’s it.” “Not anymore,” Aoife told my brother. “You have me.” Reaching across the table, she covered his hand with hers and smiled weakly. “All of you.” Joey’s shoulders visibly sagged as he snatched her hand up and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Christ, I love you,” he told her, voice low and gruff.

You want me to?” Shannon asked in a small voice. “Come with you?” I nodded uncertainly. “Yeah, Shannon.” My voice was thick. “I want you to come with me.

If someone gives you even the hint of shit, then you text me and I will come over there and burn that fucking school to the ground!

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.

Shannon,” she whispered. Her eyelids drooped a little but quickly sprung back open when I nudged her cheeks. “Like the river,” she added with a small sigh. I chuckled at her response.

Shannon like the river

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.

I was starving for her and everything she was. Every part of her. Inside and out. I wanted to fight all her battles. 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. I just wanted her. For keeps. I knew that was incredibly selfish of me, and I knew that I was probably going to end up fucking up everything and breaking her heart, but the problem was, my heart was involved, too. I needed to talk to her tonight because I needed to lay it out there. I couldn’t go another day without getting it off my chest. Months of wanting, lusting, and pining after her had left me at a point where I couldn’t see straight anymore. Because I had caught feelings for Shannon. Huge fucking feelings. Permanent ones. I knew I was too old for her. I knew she was too sweet and pure to be dragged into the limelight that came with my life. And I knew that she was too fucking broken for a guy like me to get tangled up with. But I already felt like I was drowning with her. That’s how consumed I was in this girl. That’s how much I loved her. Fuck.

Throwing the car into neutral, I shoved open my car door and climbed out. “Wait!” Shannon spun around and stared at me with wide eyes. “Huh?” What are you doing, Kav? What the fuck are you doing? “Come with me.” The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop myself or take them back. “Come where with you?” Shannon whispered, gaze flicking from me to the house down the street. I don’t know, Shannon. I don’t fucking know. I have no bleeding clue what’s happening to me. I just know that my gut is telling me not to leave you right now. “Anywhere?” I offered, and then cleared my throat before adding, “We could go for a drive? Or get something to eat?” Jesus, what was wrong with me? I saw something flash across her eyes then, something that looked an awful lot like relief. “You want me to?” Shannon asked in a small voice. “Come with you?” I nodded uncertainly. “Yeah, Shannon.” My voice was thick. “I want you to come with me.

Keeping my head, I walked her out of the lounge and then pulled her to a stop at the bar. “Can you do me a favor?” Shannon looked up at me with wide eyes, nodding. “Yeah. Of course.” I pulled my wallet and keys out of my pocket and handed them to her. “Can you settle up with the barmaid and go wait in the car for me?” Her face paled. “Why?” “I need to talk to one of my friends,” I lied, smiling down at her. “I’ll be right out.” She eyed me warily for a long moment before blowing out a breath. “Sure,” she finally said, sounding relieved. “I can do that.” “Thanks,” I replied. I waited until Shannon had moved to the bar before spinning on my heels and stalking back into the lounge, not stopping until I was standing in front of the table of assholes. “Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?” I threw in the word girlfriend for maximum effect to align with the maximum damage I was about to cause. Several heads turned my way and I did not give one iota of a fuck. Someone was going to pay for her pain.

My body I could do nothing about, but my head? I needed to get my head in the game. Problem was, I left it with Shannon Lynch.

I didn’t care if it would hurt me. I didn’t care, period. Because I was vulnerable around this girl. Shannon Lynch utterly disarmed me.

Without meaning to or even trying, Shannon soaked up every sliver of my attention. It wasn’t a healthy feeling, but it was an addictive one.

I justified my reasons with the knowledge that Shannon was worth it. Bella was not.

Because you’re with her? No,” I told him. “If she fucks with Shannon? Absolutely.” “Shannon?” “Yes, Shannon,” I bit out, tone harsh now. Cormac stared blankly. “Who’s Shannon?” “Shannon is the reason you’re going to end up with a broken jaw.” “The hell?” “Bella was threatening to go after her,” I snarled. “If that happens, I will fuck you up.” He blanched. “Why me?” “Can’t hit a girl, which means I’ll be coming for the next best thing,” I explained. “So, bear in mind that every single time your Bella decides to make a threat, spread a nasty rumor, or fuck with my Shannon, I’ll return the favor on your face. Every single goddamn time.

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.

Today was Shannon’s sixteenth birthday. And she was spending it with me. I was glad. How crazy was that? This girl who before Christmas was a total stranger, and since Christmas, I couldn’t imagine going through a day not thinking about.

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.

And I was nervous—so much that my stupid fucking heart could have been a strong contender for Olympic gold in boxing, it was thumping around so hard in my chest. Fucking Bella. She needed to get a bleeding life and stop interfering in mine. She needed to step the hell back and let go. Messing around with Shannon was something I would not tolerate. I hoped she got that message loud and clear today because I was not fucking around. Not when it came to the girl sitting beside me.

You should,” Shannon continued to say. “Listen to it, I mean.” Her cheeks turned pink when she said, “It reminds me of you.” Rattled. I was thoroughly fucking rattled by this girl. Partly because I had related to the words of that song, but mostly because she related the words of the song to me.

I can give you a hand,” I heard myself offer without thinking it through. “What—like now?” she squeaked. “Or later.” I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Whenever you want.” “Is that something you do?” Shannon asked, watching me with those big uncertain eyes of hers. “Do you tutor other students?” I’d tutor you.

You’ll school me?” She giggled and, Christ, it was a lovely sound. Shannon didn’t do enough laughing. I racked my brain thinking of other things I could do to get a repeat of that sound.

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.

Shannon Lynch had eyes the color of midnight blue that wouldn’t stay the fuck out of my head. At least that’s the closest comparison I could find on the countless internet searches I had performed.

Come where with you?” Shannon whispered, gaze flicking from me to the house down the street. I don’t know, Shannon. I don’t fucking know. I have no bleeding clue what’s happening to me. I just know that my gut is telling me not to leave you right now.

Did I ever tell you about the time your girl saved me from Brian?” Gibsie asked while he cracked an egg over the pan, distracting me from my thoughts. “Brian?” I questioned, thinking about Mrs. Gibson’s evil bastard of a cat. “Shannon saved you from Brian?

Something had happened to Shannon Lynch, something bad enough that resulted in her switching schools. It didn’t sit well with me.

Slipping the headphones on my ears, I carefully scrolled through his playlists and almost had a heart attack when my eyes landed on the one named Songs for Shannon.

I’m coming home,” I told her. “Regardless of what happens.” Brushing a tear from her face, I kissed her damp cheek. “I’m coming back to you, Shannon like the river.” Heaving out another ragged breath, I stroked her nose with mine. “I promise.” “You t-take your time,” she sniffled. “You g-go and shine, o-okay?” I nodded sadly. “Okay.” “I want you to s-succeed,” she continued to say, breaking me with her tears and putting me back together with her words. “I want you to k-kick ass, and be the b-best damn outside center this country has ever seen—” She paused to kiss me. “But don’t forget that you’ll always be my 13.” She sniffled and wiped my cheek with her fingers. “My binding 13.” I choked out a pained laugh, thinking about that stupid bet. “You heard about that?” “Yeah.” Half sobbing, half laughing, Shannon smiled and nodded. “I won.” “Hands down.” I kissed her puffy lips. “Undisputed.” “Now, I’m keeping 13,” she told me. “So come home to me when you’re done, okay?” “I will.

If feelings were objects, then I was teetering on the edge of a great precipice, and if girls were weapons, then Shannon Lynch was the greatest weapon of mass destruction my heart had ever been exposed to.

Ch. "Closure. Shannon", Pg. 286 "I'm grand," I replied. "I have allergies" "Me too. To assholes and bullshit," Johnny snarled. "Now, tell me who made you cry and I'll fix it.

In neat capital letters were the words: SHANNON LIKE THE RIVER. WILL YOU PLEASE BE MY FRIEND?

I’m here now,” I whispered, unable to stop my smile at how adorable he was in this moment. “And you’re going to be okay.” “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.

You’ll school me?” She giggled and, Christ, it was a lovely sound. Shannon didn’t do enough laughing. I racked my brain thinking of other things I could do to get a repeat of that sound. I had a whole heap of ideas—terrible, awful ideas.

You think I'd let anyone hurt you?" Johnny finally asked, his eyes dark and intense and focused solely on my face. "You think I'd let anything bad happen to you,

Jesus was resurrected. It was a resurrection performed by God: the resurrectionator. Similar to Shannon: the resurrectionator of your bollocks that day outside the P.E hall." Snickering, he added in a deep voice, "She shall appear and he shall arise.

Oh, that girl." Gibsie chuckled. "The resurrectionator." "Stop laughing. It's not funny. I need your help," I snapped, flustered. "And resurrectionator is not a word." "Yes, it is," Gibsie challenged. "Jesus was resurrected. It was a resurrection performed by God: the resurrectionator. Similar to Shannon: the resurrectionator of your bollocks that day outside the P.E hall." Snickering, he added in a deep voice, "She shall appear and he shall arise.

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.” Exhaling a pained groan, he added, “But I’ll be eighteen in May, Shannon.

Relax, Shannon,” he said, chuckling. “I’m only messing with you.” Yeah, he was certainly messing with me. My ability to breathe for one. My erratic heartbeat for another.

Because I’m not blind, Jonathan,” Mam replied, full-naming me to let me know how serious she was about this. “I see the way you look at Shannon and the way she looks at you.” “We are just friends,” I bit out. “You’re in love.

Bye, Johnny,” I told him in a small voice. His features softened instantly as he looked down at me and smiled. “Bye, Shannon.

I love you, Shannon like the river,” he slurred.

She’s always been your Shannon.

I love you, Shannon like the River.

Binding thirteen," Gibsie snickered as he tore off way too fucking fast for comfort. "Little Shannon blew that shit clean out of the water.

I'm doing the math here, Shannon, and two plus two equals a bad bitch.

But just so you know?" he added, "She's always been your Shannon.

Because you can, Shannon," Johnny's voice broke through my thoughts. "You can trust me." His gaze was locked on mine, his strikingly intense, blue eyes burning holes inside of me. "I won't hurt you.

I fell in love with a girl who had more layers and complications attached to her life than a Rubik's cube. A Rubik's cube, I could solve. Shannon Lynch's life, not so much.

I’m doing the math here, Shannon, and two plus two equals a bad bitch.

Stay. Stay with me, Shannon. I can keep you safe...