The next day, I woke up to the sound of my grandmother jamming along to I will always love you. It's not the most pleasant thing to wake up to the not so magnificent singing voice of your grandmother.
I quickly went down the stairs in my pyjamas with Luna on my heels. I saw my grandmother dancing and singing while she was flipping pancakes. She sometimes used the spatula as a mic
'Hellooo.' I said in a sleepy voice. Then I realized my grandmother had her headphones on her head and she couldn't hear me. I walked over to her and pull one earphone from her ear and said again:
'Hellooo'
She jumped five feet in the air and turned around to look at me with a mad expression.
'Krystel! Stop making m jump!'
I innocently took the coffee mug laying on the counter and batted my eyelashes before saying mischievously: 'I can't help it.'
My grandmother put her headphones around her neck and looked at me.
'Oh well. I was going to tell you about my crazy night.' She then wiggled her spatula in my face. 'But before that, I want to know about you and Jeremiah.' She looked at me with a very curious and eager expression on her face.
What's with the questions? Isn't she supposed to be hungover or something?
I awkwardly shifted from one feet to the other. I then turned around to avoid any eye contact and took a seat at the table. I patiently took a long sip of coffee, making Jo wait for my response on purpose. I cleared my throat.
'Hum. We had a good time.'
My grandmother looked at me like I was crazy. 'That's it!?'
'Yep.' I said, popping the p and still avoiding her eye contact.
'You are such a stuck-up.' She mumbled. When she said that, I almost spit out all the coffee back in my mug. I forced my gaze to meet hers to see she was not kidding.
'What did you just say?' I asked, a little irritated.
'I'm sorry Krystel, but it is true. You can sometimes be a stuck-up.'
I huffed and quietly continued to drink my coffee. I don't want to answer this. If she thinks I am a stuck-up than I will let her think that. I will eventually show my grandmother she is wrong.
***
The rest of the day was uneventful. I went for a walk with Luna down the beach and then I decided it was time to write. I sat there looking at my notebook for at least two hours. I didn't know where to start. So I closed my notebook with a sigh and joined my grandmother for dinner.
***
Later that night, my grandmother and I made a fire on the beach. It was now dark outside and the only thing we could see through the night was the weak light of the fire. The night was calm, we could hear the sound of the waves crashing in the distance. We would spot once in a while the small light of a boat in the ocean.
It was pretty cold so I was wearing big sweatpants and I had a huge comfy sweater on. It had been about an hour or so that my grandmother and I talked to each other. I moved to sit better in my sitting spot. I was in an old wooden chair with massive cushions under my behind.
What I liked about being at my grandmother's was how nothing really changed. No matter if I left for ten years or a couple of months, when I would come back it will always be the same. I like the stability and how I feel at ease here. My grandmother always succeeds to make me feel better and more relaxed.
