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Chapter 1: Galway Girl.. Sort of.
Dave walked down the cobblestone road, looking around and admiring the street. He loved everything about the past few days when he had arrived in Ireland, and after the disaster that was the previous year, Dave had decided to take a vacation. For the whole summer. Ok, so his parents suggested it and paid for it, but he agreed to go. So far, he was having a blast. Especially when he was of age to drink. The local pubs are great when he wanted a night out. Music, dancing, booze, what else could he want out of a getaway?
It was Friday and he was on his way to the local pub. Walking in, and taking his seat at the bar, ordering a beer on tap, which was the only way to have a beer, he discovered, and looked to the stage, where it was open mic night.
His heart stopped when he saw a boy walk on the stage with a guitar and start to play. This boy was gorgeous. Brown hair, blue eyes, slim figure. Dave had seen many good looking boys while he was here, but the difference between them and this boy was startling.
For one, this boy was looking straight at Dave as he started to play. Dave didn't recognize the song, but that didn't matter. The guitarist's piercing blue eyes never left his, and he didn't, couldn't, take his eyes off of them.
He clapped enthusiastically when he finished, and returned his gaze to his beer, not noticing that the boy wasn't done. He had another song to sing.
"This song is fer the lad at the bar. Hope ye like it." And he winked.
Dave's heart flew to his throat as people stared. He almost spit out his beer as the music started up again. This time, he knew the song.
Galway Girl.
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
Dave stepped off his barstool and walked through the crowd and up to the stage, watching the boy the whole time. He stood a couple of rows back and danced a little to the upbeat song.
We were halfway there when the rain came down
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl
He felt his cheeks flare red and he tried to break his eyes away from the boy in front of him, but he couldn't.
When I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
I've traveled around I've been all over this world
Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl
The football player wondered if he would do that to him. At this moment, he really didn't care. This boy was singing to him. No one had ever sang to him. Ever. And he was amazed, transfixed by the realization.
The pub erupted into applause and Dave returned to his barstool, sipping his beer, convinced that This boy had just done that to screw with him. He wasn't prepared for a body to sit next to him and a gorgeous voice to order a beer and sapphire blue eyes to meet chocolate brown.
"How'd ya like the song?" He asked. "Me name is Rory. Yours?"
"Dave." He stammered. "And yeah, that was pretty cool. You've got a good voice."
"Ah knew you were American. That just makes me want you even more gorgeous. So I'll see you around?" He winked, and gave Dave a crooked smile that made his legs feel like jelly.
"Yeah, I guess so." He stammered, and he was secretly praying to whatever was out there that he really would, as he watched Rory walk away, his hips swinging in the most provocative way.
Reviews are welcome. Constructive criticism is also welcome. Thanks for reading. The next chapter should be up soon.
Oh, and I know this seems a lot like P.S. I Love You, but it won't in future chapters.