A/N: I was watching Dannah videos on YouTube, which there aren't enough of, by the way, and I wrote this short piece on my ipod at like half four in the morning before my big exams at school. Oops. For all you Dannah fans that are hoping for a reunion like I am, hope you enjoy!
Darren looked up at Brendan. Never in a million years would he of thought he'd be sitting having drinks with Brendan Brady. He seemed nice enough, he supposed. He had been telling him about his ex-wife, Eileen, and his kids, Declan and Padraig and his (dead) daughter, Niamh.
"I had a wife once." He cut in, smiling.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Her name was Hannah, we got drunk in Denmark and had a shotgun wedding. Before we married, we weren't close. But then...she was my best friend. She was funny, pretty, happy, bubbly, cute, innocent Hannah. She had a lot of problems. Her boyfriend turned out to be gay for his best mate, her brother was incestuous, her other brother went joyriding, her friend died of bulimia, she got became bulimic and anorexic and her best mate got murdered by her girlfriend. But she would still take a little time out of her day to talk to you, make you smile. I never expected to fall for Hannah Ashworth. Then again, I never expected to marry her, either. I don't know whether Denmark was a good or a bad thing; most of the time I didn't mind it, I actually kind of liked having a wife. But then there were the times when I fell for her and I couldn't help it. I always made stupid gestures, but they never worked. I made a fool out of myself for that girl, I really did. I suppose you could say I thought she was the love of my life, or something. We got divorced last year. Last year, her mum also gave birth to my twins. The point of my story is - never marry your best mates sister. It won't turn out well."
"You married your best mates sister and had kids with his mum?" Brendan asked, shocked.
"Yeah. I screwed up. I still miss Hannah, though. Maybe I should call her."