After a year in France I decided to move back home to Ireland. I packed my things, cried with my new friends and took the first flight in the morning.
On the plane, I got some real gross food. Not to mention the old man beside me securing over my shoulder. What a disturbing tour.
When I arrived the nearest airport, girls was all over the place. Girls screaming and running. What was going on? What is this? An attraction?
Luckily I managed to plow my way out. On the outside, I saw my parents. They were dancing of eagerness.
"Samantha!" My mom shouted while waving violently. My dad sat inside the car, honking with the the horn. Then she started running. Or, well she was walking as fast as she could with her high heels and tight skirt. Dad grabbed my bag, while mom crushed me between her arms.
"How was France? You have got to tell us everything! I cannot wait to see your pictures! You did take many pictures right?" Mom said. I have always been anoyed with her eager, but today it was kind of good to hear.
"Of course mom." I responded. Dad gave me big hug too and kissed me on the forehead.
The trip home was very relaxing. I listened to The Beatles , slept and ate a sandwich. Mom never stopped talking. While she babbled further about dresses and shoes, I started wondering. About the boy.
It was a whole year since I had talked with him. I remember when we sat outside in the garden. We talked for hours. I laughed, even of his ridiculous jokes.
Then everything got real serious. He looked at me. I looked at him. I told him, I was going to France for a year. Then he smiled. His ridiciulous smile. He told me, he would wait for me. Then he tickled me, maybe to change the topic.
The question is. Did he wait for me?
Later, I woke up from a weird dream. I saw out the window. Cars driving. People who talked on the phone. Some with their kids in the backseat. Then, a limo drived by. Followed by a police car and I big truck. As the cars drived by, I looked up on the trucks side.
I jumped up in my seat. My eyes almost rolled out. What? Five boys was complaint on the trucks side. And one of them.
Niall?
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