English, right? Because I feel like something is getting lost in translation."

I chuckled, tightened my grip around the petite strawberry-blonde tucked under my left arm while she cuddled against my side, and nodded.

“You've always been so nice to me," Belle continued. "You're nice to everybody, actually, and you're always considerate of the group. Like this whole ‘ALL for one’ thing that everybody keeps bringing up. It's been a rallying cry for BTC solidarity."

Naimh waved her hand dismissively.

“I wasn't trying to come up with a rallying cry. I just felt blessed for all five of you showing how much you all loved ME. The phrase just sort of popped into my head: the members individually support the group, and the group supports the members. That's all of us, including you, Matty.”

"I lost sight of that for a Little bit, hence the need for an apology.

Matty already knows -- I told him that I hated your guts."

Naimh pursed her Lips.

“Okay that time I heard you quite clearly.”

"I never ACTUALLY hated your guts, but I was extremely, extremely jealous of you: your perfect body, the most gorgeous face Matty's ever seen, your natural ability to accomplish pretty much ANYTHING related to sex without even trying hard." Belle sighed. "To be honest, I still am pretty jealous of you, although I've learned to accept it a bit."

“Jealous of ME?" Naimh gestured with one hand at the way Belle and I were currently cuddled together. "I'm the one that's jealous."

“Of me?"

“Look at you two," she exclaimed in a tone of wonderment. "Childhood friends grown up together. Sharing each day as it comes, all those dinners with your dad, the weekends spent in each other's arms, the long hours I know you two spend just... talking.”

Belle and I glanced at each other for a moment, little smiles on our faces.

Naimh jabbed her finger directly at me a few times.

“It's Captain

Corelli's Mandolin. Your roots are so entwined together that it is inconceivable you should ever part."

Belle looked confused.

“What?”

I laughed and tickled Belle's nose with my fingertip.

“I'll explain later."

Naimh sighed and Looked rather melancholy, drawling, "You two have the relationship some of us could only ever dream of."

Belle leaned over from her spot on the loveseat and put her hand over

Naimh's. "Is that the kind of relationship you lost with Conor?”

The Irish teenager looked thoughtful for a moment but then shook her head quickly.