"Gimme it back!" Niamh whined as her bottom lip jutted out a little. She was stood on tip toes trying to reach her diary that a little shit was holding above his head, a giant smirk on his stupid cute face as he threw it to his lighter haired brother who wore an equally annoying smirk on his stupid cute face.

"Nah, not until ye decide t' come out wit' us t' treehouse." Murphy said smugly as he watched the young red head trying to reach the book that Connor was holding high. Niamh Flannagan Was 13 years old, just a year younger than the twins, but they were alot taller than her already. They had grown up together with their Ma's being best friends and she found herself almost living at the MacManus's. The three of them became as thick as thieves but the boys loved to tease the young girl more than they did each other.

"Connor I swear, gimme it back ye arsehole!" She shouted in frustration as she tried to jump up and snatch it, again failing as she stared into the blue eyes of the smug bastard.

"I'll tell ye Ma ye said arsehole and she'll give ye a good hidin' Niamh." He grinned as he wiggled his brow at her.

"And I'll tell yer Ma ye said arsehole too and ye'll get a worse one." She countered, making his face pale slightly knowing she was right, swearing in front of a lady, or girl in this matter, was something his Ma would certainly smack the shit out of him for. She only needed that second to be able to grab his arm and snatch her diary from his hands, she was just thankful the boys hadn't read it. That would have been embarrassing.

"Aw c'mon Ni, ye know we're just playin'. We want ye t' come out wit' us. It's more fun." Murphy said, pouting a little and looking at her with that stupid face she could never say no too. If these boys had perfected one thing it was the puppy dog eyes, and Connor took his brothers lead by giving her the same damn look. She eyed them both before letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Fine, I'll come." She huffed as she stuffed her diary back under her mattress in her room where the three of them were currently stood.

Putting her coat on to brace herself for the rain, she followed them out as they made their trek into the woods behind their house, the boys just bickering back and forth about pointless stuff as she trailed behind them. They got to their treehouse, one that they had claimed a few months prior and she followed them up. When she got there she leant against the wall of the house shivering a little from the cold. She watched out the window as the rain pelted the floor and she cursed herself for not bringing her camera. Her Ma had got her a second hand polaroid camera and she loved taking pictures. She was in her own world when she heard someone clicking their fingers from behind her. She whipped around to look and both sets of blue eyes were staring at her.

"What?" She asked as she looked back at them.

"For God's sake, Ni do ye never listen?" Murphy sighed rolling his eyes a little.

"Lords name." Connor chided with a grin making Murphy sneer at him and kick him, but cross himself none the less.

"Sorry Murph." She apologised, making him turn back to her and smile.

"S'alright, we were just talkin' about our first kisses." He smirked, making her blush furiously.

"Who was your first?" Connor asked casually from where he and Murphy were sat on some crappy little chairs they had found.

"I uh..I've never..." She frowned and shook her head as she felt the heat in her face get worse.

"Never?" The twins asked in unison, actual shock colouring their faces.

"No." She replied meekly. The brothers looked at each other, communicating without words in the way that drove her insane. Without warning they both jumped out of their seats and dove for her, Connor grabbing Murphy's arm and swinging him a little to the side, giving him the advantage to reach the shocked girl first. Before she knew what was happening Connor's lips were on hers in a slightly awkward and clumsy kiss. Of course the boys were only 14, it's not like they had all the experience in the world, but they had more than Niamh had. His mouth guided her as his hand came to rest of her face, his tongue moving against hers, but just as she was getting into it Connor was yanked away by an annoyed Murphy who glared at him.

" Cúl Tóna. (Dickhead)." Murphy spat with narrowed eyes, making Niamh look at him wide eyed as Connor just grinned smugly at him.

"I'll show ye a real kiss Ni." He said, his eyes not leaving his brother though until he stepped forward and crushed his lips to hers in what seemed to be an identical kiss. She didn't have a clue what the hell was going on, two kisses in one day, and by the MacManus brothers no less who she was convinced only saw her as a sister. Murphy's hand wound into her long red hair as his tongue invaded her mouth, and when Murphy broke the kiss she stood there speechless, her face beet red as both brothers looked at her amused.

"I t'ink t' cats got her tongue, Murph." Connor grinned and nudged his brother with his elbow.

"More like a MacManus." He replied mirthfully as they both burst out laughing at the shocked look on her face. She suddenly felt her heart ache a little watching as the brothers made fun of her, it obviously meaning nothing to them even though it actually meant a lot to her. She took a step back as her bottom lip quivered, feeling thoroughly embarrassed and willing the tears behind her eyes not to fall. The boys both noticed and their faces fell but before they had a chance to say anything they were interrupted.

"Go hIfreann leat araon (to hell with you both)!" She cried as she stormed out of the treehouse, climbing down as fast as she could. The twins cried out after her, they hadn't meant to upset her but they were genuinely amused by her shell shock of their kisses. She took their laughter the wrong way and they were mortified as they chased after her as she ran through the mud to get out of the woods and back home. She was slipping and sliding all over the place, her tears blinding her not helping the situation and she felt a pair of arms grab her from behind, encasing her body. She knew right away from the smell it was Murphy, he had a slight vanilla smell to him whereas Connor smelt like cinnamon. Why they smelt like they belonged on a cake was beyond her but they did and she enjoyed it. She stood still as she sobbed, her head falling forward as her red hair covered her face and the arms tightened around her.

"Shhh stoirín (sweetheart), I've got ye. It's okay." Murphy soothed as he kissed the back of her head and didn't let go. Connor walked around to the front of her and took her hands in his, Murphy still holding onto her.

"We weren't laughin' at ye mhuirnín (darling), we promise, it's not like t'at." Connor said sincerely, wincing when her glassy eyes met his and he saw how hurt she really was.

"Just forget it ever happened." She said quietly as her sobs subsided and she snatched her hands away. Connor looked at Murphy over her shoulder and then she felt his grip slacken on her.

"Don't be like t'at Ni, we can't just for-" He started as he moved from behind her to face her.

"I said forget it!" She snapped, not meeting their eyes, her little hands in fists as she started walking back. Murphy looked at Connor sadly, no words needed and they both nodded as they followed her to walk her back home. It was silent as the twins walked on either side of her, stealing glances at her and each other. When they got to her house she didn't even say goodbye, she just looked at them sadly, making their stomachs feel like they were going to fall out of their ass and walked in the house, slamming the door behind her.

"I can't believe she t'inks we laughed at her." Connor sighed as the two walked home in the rain.

"Well we did, technically." Murphy said with a frown, regretting being such an ass. As they walked in their house and into the kitchen they saw their Ma sat at the table with a face like thunder and they knew instantly what was coming. Niamh had been in a right state when she got home and it was obvious she had been crying, her Ma had clearly got it out of her and she had in turn rang their Ma.

"Sit t' fuck down ye little shits." She snapped as she looked at them over her glass of whisky. Oh yeah, they were in for it now. They meekly walked over to the dining room table where their Ma was sat and plonked down in the chairs, glancing at each other and unable to look at her.

"I take it by yer faces, ye know what ye did?" She asked as she glared at them.

"Aye Ma." They responded in unison, eyes cast down.

"It's bad enough yer both kiss her, her first kiss no less, but t'en ye laugh at t' poor lass too!" She shouted, her anger vibrating off her.

"But Ma-" Murphy started only to be cut off.

"Don't but Ma me Murphy MacManus! Did I not raise ye both right?! Did I not raise ye t' be gentlemen? T' treat a lass wit' respect?!" She bellowed, her fists coming down to hit the table making the boys jump and look at her. They just stared at her unable to form words.

"Ye broke t' poor girls heart ye little shits, and ye embarrassed me. Shame on ye both!" She chided with a frown.

"Sorry Ma." They replied together sheepishly.

"Yer both t' clean t' house from top t' bottom, ye hear me? And yer fuckin' grounded for a week." She snapped as she abruptly stood and walked out. The twins looked at each other for a moment before a smirk crept on Murphy's face.

"Was worth it t'ough, bein' her first kiss." He said mirthfully.

"Aye, alt'ough I was her first, don't forget." Connor said smugly, causing Murphy to frown and punch him in the arm.

"Only 'cos ye t'rew me on t' fuckin' floor." He huffed, making Connor laugh at him.