My Tears

Chapter 13: But I Was Wrong...

Dylan's P.O.V

Sandy's basil paste coloured face flashed in my mind as I drove home and a random smiled crept onto my face that I couldn't stop from appearing. As I backed into the garage I noticed a familiar Jaguar in the long driveway and cocked my head onto one side. 

Huh...Mum didn't tell me we were expecting guests... The car...that Jaguar..Grandma and Grandpa?!!

Oh no.

Being as quiet as possible I opened the garage door to the house and tip-toed upstairs to my room hoping that Gran and Pa wouldn't notice or hear anything. Once I made my way to my room I surveyed the area and my eyes fell on a parcel that lay on the end of my king sized bed, contrasting against the green forest colour with its pale yellow. I trudged over to my bed and picked it up.

Dearest Lynnie,

From Gran and Pa

It read. I sighed already knowing what lay inside the package. Another one of Gran's carefully knitted sweaters and Pa's old woollen socks. 

I mean why would you give me your socks Pa?

Never the less I still took a shower,  grabbed a v-neck, tugging the sweater over my shoulders before pulling on black trackies and stuffing the ends into Pa's socks. I was a sucker to the gifts my grandparents gave me no matter how repetitive they were, I mean their my oldies, I love them.

Okay..now that sounded incredibly cheesy...

The stairs creaked under my feet as I made my way down stairs to have dinner with my oldies.

"Aiii my precious grandson!!" Gran's perfume engulfed me when she hugged me, squeezing me tight, so tight that I couldn't breathe. "Mhmmmm my precious little teddy bear!" 

What?!...I swear this gets worse and worse each year...

"Sonny...how have you been mate?" Pa stood a mile away taking in the scene, eyes glinting with childish mischief. "How's school?"

"I'm good...I'm good..." I managed to wheeze out, smiling as I thought of Sandy's face. "Schools nice! There's a new girl...and she's nice too.."

Pa raised an eyebrow at me suggestively, "Nice eh?"

"Umm yeah..."

He hid a smile.

"What's this? What's this?" Gran released me, holding me by the shoulder. I took in a deep breath. "Is there a girl?" She asked smiling, a twinkle in her eye.

"Ummm..no..Oh hear that Gerald is calling for dinner." I said before running away and hiding behind father's broad shoulders. 

We sat, the five of us at the dinner table, Mum and Gran talking quietly between themselves, gossiping, Dad and Pa busy discussing the latest business, sometimes switching to talk about football. And I was left to drown in my own thoughts. Pride and Prejudice quotes floated around my head, Sandy's light laughter and her standing up to Brianna.

I faintly heard someone calling my name..I think it was Gran as I recalled the first time that Sandy and I met. The little devil sat in my reserved seat for roll call and I had just calmly placed her on my lap. I chuckled as I remembered her calling me a 'raven'. Well I called her 'cupid'...

Wait..hang on man...what is going on...?

"Lynnie! Lynnie!!!" I  jerked out of my reverie on hearing Gran's loud call. 

"Huh? Yes Gran what is it?"

"Are you thinking about your girl?" She asked cheekily.

"Girl? What girl?" Dad's voice rung over us. "What girl Dylan?"