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𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐍, loud, reckless, ridiculously funny, and usually at the centre of whatever trouble was happening around him. He had a talent for turning the worst situations into something people could laugh about, even when he was the one falling apart underneath it.
He loved his friends fiercely and would do almost anything for them. The Gibson Bakery was his second home, a place tied to some of the happiest memories of his childhood and the father he adored. Beneath all the jokes and stupid antics was a boy carrying more grief than most people ever realised.
Gibsie loved loudly.
He laughed loudly.
He fought loudly.
And when he cared about someone, he cared with his whole heart.
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 was different.
She was bright, stubborn, fiercely protective, and far more mature than she had any right to be. Evie had grown up surrounded by people who taught her that family wasn't always about blood - sometimes it was about the people who stayed.
She was sentimental, especially when it came to her mam, and she held onto the smallest pieces of the people she'd lost. She loved baking, flowers, children, late-night walks, and taking care of everyone around her, even when nobody asked her to.
Evie had a sharp tongue and an even sharper temper.
She'd fight anyone for the people she loved.
Especially Joey.
Especially Shannon.
Especially the children who had never been given the chance to protect themselves.
She could be soft one minute and standing toe-to-toe with someone twice her size the next.
Gibsie was chaos.
Evie was stubbornness wrapped in sweetness.
He hid his pain behind laughter.
She hid hers behind taking care of everyone else.
They were both carrying pieces of families they'd lost.
And neither of them were particularly good at admitting when they needed someone to carry theirs.