I was bored and procrastinating, (I really don't like studying) so I decided to write this. We Irish are weird.

The journey was silent for now. Amber was content to look out the window, while Glen napped. Milo wasn't one for conversation. The world blurred past as they drove at a steady eighty on the deserted road.

Shifting in the back seat alerted Amber to the awakening of the strange Irish man. Damn, she was hoping for at least another hour of peace.

'Oh hey -yawn- where are we?' Glen rubbed his eyes, flicking sleep off his face. He tried, and failed to smoothen out his hair.

'On the road,' Amber answered, stating the obvious.

'You're no fun, except when you 'shift' of course. You know, you should really come up with a different name for that. In Ireland people will think you're kissing someone,'

'What?' Amber could hear Milo sigh.

'Yeah, to shift someone means to kiss 'em,'

Amber turned to glare at Milo her cheeks burning 'Did you know about it?'

'The Irish are weird,' was all he said, his focus never leaving the road in front of him.

'Hey, we're not that weird we just have our own customs. At Christmas neighbours give each other drinks, pubs aren't only for getting drunk. You get all the gossip in them. And the football. Don't forget the football. Stupid Sky Sports…'

'You guys are weird,' Amber confirmed.

'You two just can't have the craic,' Glen retorted, looking ridiculous as he tried to pout.

'Crack? Why would we want crack?' Amber turned around in her seat

'Oh yeah, craic has a different meaning over here. C-R-A-I-C it's an Irish word I think, means to have fun or something,'

'Please don't say that around cops,'

'What?! It's part of my culture, I gotta spread it to the far ends of the Earth. This is my duty, as an Irishman!'

'Yeah Glen, you go do that when I'm not around,'

'Why do you say trunk instead of boot?'

'Huh?'

'You know, for cars,'

'You're asking me because?'

'You are American right?'

'Yes, I'm American. I automatically know the secrets of the universe,'

'Really?' Amber face palmed; did he actually ask that with no hint of sarcasm?

Silence had fallen once again. Amber glanced back to see what had occupied Glen from his duty of spreading Irish culture. She smirked at the contorted look on his face.

'What's high school like?'

'It's like high school, what else?' Ugh, Amber did not like high school.

'It's just in Ireland, we have a totally different system,'

'Of course you do.' Amber now realised why Milo had signed and given them the silent treatment.