Claire And Gibsie Quotes

While the rest of his friends had long since abandoned their girlfriends and dates, Gibsie hadn’t taken more than three steps away from Claire all night.

Shut the front door!" Claire gasped, clambering into a sitting position. Her eyes were wide in wonder and glued to the front of Gibsie's jocks. "And you never told me that before?" "I can show you," he offered in a flirtatious tone. "Come behind that tree with me and I'll give you a thorough lesson in the male anatomy –" "Wait a damn minute!" Hughie growled, attention riveted to the same place his sister was staring. Springing straight up, he pointed to Gibsie's jocks and hissed, "When did you get that?

If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.” - Gibsie

So where's your other half?" "Clair-bear? shes in the year below us." "No, asshole. Kav." "Oh!" Gibsie laughed. "You mean my other, other half

Common sense or not, the big man certainly seemed to have his priorities in order, placing his curly-haired queen in a firm first-place position. While the rest of his friends had long since abandoned their girlfriends and dates, Gibsie hadn’t taken more than three steps away from Claire all night.

With all due respect, Shan, fuck them." My eyes widened. It was beyond rare to hear Claire curse and never about parents. "Fuck. Them," she added with a meaningful stare. "Yes! Fuck them," Gibsie cheered. "You tell her, babe.

Here, kitty, kitty,” he coaxed, reaching over the tub to pick him out. “Good pussy… That’s right… I love pussies… I do… I won’t hurt you—ahhhhh!” Brian snarled and whacked a paw at Gibsie, who, in turn, screamed like a girl and dove behind Claire. “Bad fucking pussy,

Wh-what are you doing?” “It’s yours,” he repeated, blue eyes locked on mine. “It’s got a built-in MP3 player and I loaded it up with a ton of songs for you. It’s topped up with credit and I put Claire’s, Joey’s, Gibsie’s, and

And they say chivalry is dead," Johnny said in an amused tone of voice, eyes locked on Gibsie who had won the scuffle with Claire and was currently sitting on top of her, banging his fists against his chest in victory. They were both caked in mud and Claire's lovely white coat was brown to match her now muddy-brown hair. "Gibs, get off her, ya eejit.