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Chapter 4
It took a couple of hours before I parked in front of my grandma's little cabin. She was sitting on the porch, knitting what I think will be a sock one day. As I came closed the car door and walked towards her with my schoolbag and the cake, her wrinkled face cracked in a warm smile. I returned it right before she closed the distance between us with a tight hug.
"Hello, my little Cailyn" she said before leading me inside. Let me just tell you, grandma is the only person in the univers who is allowed to call me that. I don't like being called little by others, because most of the time that indicated, that they thought I was young and immature, and I really wanted to be an independent grown up, who can not only take care of myself, but also of others if needed. But when grandma called me "hers little Cailyn" it only made me feel light and warm. It reminded me that I will always be the granddaughter she loves so dearly.
"Hi granny" I answered and all thoughts of the mysterious Kyle, broken junk cars and drunk mothers leaved my head – for the time being.
"So what have you been up to lately? Have anything interesting happened?" all my dear grandma's attention was focused on me.
"Not really. Same old. Mum still loves alcohol more that her daughter. Charlie still hangs out with superficial people. Uh and my car and I had another disagreement" I said lightly with a bright smile.
Grandma laughed like only old folks can laugh, and then shakes her head.
"You need to forgive your mothers immature nature. She used to be such a pulled together and good girl as a child. About Charlie, you just got to share him if you still want him to be your friend. And when it comes to your car, you just have to stop arguing and take it to a check up in the near future" she winked at me and put some plates, forks and glasses on the table. I placed the cake and wasn't slow to find the milk and juice in the fridge.
"It does not need a check up, gramps. It needs patience and gasoline" I half joked. I instantly thought about Kyle, who had said almost the same thing. And he was the pro here, so there might be something to it.
"Cailyn" my grandma send me a pointed look.
"I'll get it checked Monday, alright?"
She smiled in response and we sat down to eat the cake.
I lay on the floor in front and made my homework, trying to get a little ahead. Grandma sat in her favorite chair knitting on the sock again. She had turned on the radio, which filled the cozy little cabin with quiet, classic music. It was nice to finally relax properly. It felt like a weight had been taken off of my shoulders. When I'm home I can never relax and I never feel at ease, even if I'm in my room. It's like the air at home is just too tensed for you to actually relax there. It was quite exhausting really. That was also one of the reason why I fled to my grandma's every weekend, if I didn't have any plans with Charlie or my mother forced me to stay, because we got company and she wanted us to look like "the perfect, happy, little family" even though we weren't even the slightest.
I tried to let the thoughts of my stupid mother go, which resulted in my thoughts going their own ways. Actually they only went one way. Back to today. And Kyle Donovan.
It still amazed me that he was actually so far from town all alone. I've never seen him alone before. He's always with someone. What amazed me even more was how easy he was to talk to. He was nice and not the least arrogant or rude, which I had kind of expected him to be.
"Is something the matter, child?" grandma suddenly asked and I realized that I had been spacing out for quite some time now.
"No, I was just thinking about how people can surprise you"
"One particular or over all?" grandma asked with a knowing and warm light in her eyes, and I knew she only asked to tease me. I sat up and smiled to her.
"One particular. Kyle Donovan to be exact. My car betrayed me on the road and decided to take a break. He was apparently hiking in the woods and helped me. He was… nicer than I imagined" I told her.
"Isn't he one of the boys with the motorcycles? Is he a friend of Logan?" she simply asked. If it had been my mother to ask me that, I would have said no to the first and yes to the second, because she had prejudice to all vehicles that only have two wheels and don't want me to associate with someone like Kyle Donovan. She thinks the guys from the garage are a bunch of criminals. But really, what right did she have to think that way about someone she doesn't know.
"Yes and they are best friends" I just said knowing that grandma was nothing like my mother.
"Then I'm sure this Kyle must be a nice person. Logan has always been good at picking friends" grandma decided and I smiled. When we were little, Logan used to come here almost as often as I did, but the older we got, the lesser did he come along. Sometimes he still came to visit my grandma, but he almost never seemed to have time after he started hanging out with the other bikers.
"Oh look at the time, dear! We haven't even had supper yet" grandma suddenly exclaimed and walked to the kitchen. I followed her and we made supper while talking and joking.
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