By the end of the day they were laughing and joking like best buddies. Dylan was happy to take a lift back to Dublin too, and it was a happy, pleasant group that pulled up the drive to Castlerock College at the end of the mid-term break.‘Thanks, Mr Madden,’ said Dylan as the boys took their bags out of the boot of his car.Eoin hung back to thank his dad.‘I’m glad to see things have worked out better,’ said Dad. ‘He’s a nice young fella, just needs a bit of stability in his life, I’d reckon.’‘Cheers, Dad. I’ll keep in touch,’ said Eoin. ‘And try to reply to my texts!’ ‘I will, I will,’ laughed his dad, ‘You young lads don’t know how busy life is for parents. I don’t have time to be composing texts. And to be honest, I’m not entirely sure how this new phone works either …’Eoin chuckled to himself as he climbed the stairs to the dormitory.As he turned the corner he bumped into Dylan, who was talking to Mr McCaffrey. It was a serious conversation.‘Sorry.
