Irish Summer

Chapter 4

"Well are you going to get on?" He shoved a helmet at me. "We actually have to be there soon."

"Be where?" Climbing onto the bike I realized how much I wished I was in a car or a tank or anything with doors and four wheels. "And why didn't Gran pick me up.. The only reason I'm here is because she's making me."

Kick starting the bike, he ignored me. He revved the engine. "WAIT!"

"What!?"

"Where is your helmet?" He responded with a chuckle as we sped off into the airport's parking lot.

We rode straight through Dublin, passed some cows and pastures, and straight into a small town with a population of 1,678 people. Driving through I loosened the tight grip I had around Jonathon and looked around. The town reminded me alot of Charlotte's Web. I could picture Dakota Fanning pushing a young Wilbur down the sidewalk in a mini carriage.

It was the type of town that my friends and I would take journeys to at midnight to cause a ruckus. The type of town that had 3 police officers on duty, who basically spent their shifts at the local diner, because nothing exciting ever happened here.

Where the bank person could keep track of every resident's bank number and it wouldn't be weird one bit.

And where everyone would know my grandmother, my father, and me.
This is what I was dreading.

...

Jonathon made a turn out of town until we hit the first patch if farm land. Gran's house. After the bike was stopped, Jonathon hopped off with a bit of grace. Grace that can only be maneuvered when you've ridden a bike 1 BILLION times. Clumsy ol' me managed to do a complete face plant.

"My lord," voices and running footsteps made their way over to me. 'Please only be gran, please only be gran.' Pushing myself up I am greeted to not only one but TEN people. Talk about making an entrance.

"Samantha love, what're ya doin on tha ground?" The voice came from the oldest woman there. Gran.

I was helped up by Jonathon and immediately pulled into a tight hug by everyone else. Do you know the feeling that you get when you hug your grandma? That warm fuzzy feeling that you're being surrounded by love? This was nothing like that. They were random people I don't know hugging me. I had dirt all over me and the helmet still on my head.

Perfect start to a great summer.