Love and Kisses. Jean Ure

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      “It’s so weird,” I said, “the way things turn out. I mean, me living in the same road…if it had been you living there, it’d probably have been you he asked.”

      “I wouldn’t go,” said Katie.

      Well! How ungracious was that? And there I’d been, thinking we could chat about what I should wear, the way other girls do.

      “No point getting the hump,” said Katie.

      Pardon me? I wasn’t the one getting any hump!

      “I just think it’s a bit dodgy, going out with someone you haven’t even properly met. I mean, who is he? You don’t know the first thing about him!”

      “So I’ll find out,” I said. “We’ll talk.”

      “He could be anything.”

      “So could Jimmy Doohan,” I said. “Who knows what he gets up to in his spare time? He could be a drug dealer, for all we know. Could go round bashing old ladies over the head. I reckon you have to have a bit of trust or you’d end up never going out with anyone.”

      She grew a bit hot and pink at that. I immediately wished I hadn’t said it. But quite honestly you can’t afford to leave these things too late or you’ll run the danger of never getting going at all. Ellie might be only ten, but already she knew far more about boys than either me or Katie. The situation was growing desperate!

      “Have you told your mum?” said Katie.

      It was my turn to grow pink. She’d asked a good question, cos the answer was no: I hadn’t told my mum.

      “Are you going to?”

      Slowly, I shook my head.

      “Dunno why not,” said Katie. “If there isn’t anything wrong with him.”

      “There isn’t anything wrong with him! He’s really sweet. It’s just…you know what mums are like.”

      “I know what mine’s like; shouldn’t have thought yours would mind.”

      Katie always says that my mum, being an actor, isn’t as strict as other people’s. Like she doesn’t care what me and Ellie get up to. It’s true she doesn’t fuss and flap, but I wasn’t sure she’d be too pleased at me going off on a date with a boy I’d only just met. She’d want to know who he was, and where he lived, and how old he was, and all stuff I couldn’t tell her. All I really knew was his name, and that he worked down the road. It was probably guaranteed to get even my mum in a flap.

      “So if you’re not telling her…” said Katie.

      “I thought I’d say I was coming round to you!”

      There was a pause. “Is that all right?” I said.

      For a moment I thought she was going to say an outright no, or even suggest she came with us. We were so used to doing everything together I could understand if she took it as her right. In the end, somewhat grudgingly, she said she would think about it. “I’ll let you know.”

      I said, “Please Katie, pretty Katie, please!”

      She didn’t even smile; just repeated that she would let me know. I definitely sensed a coolness between us.

      The last time we’d had a coolness was when Katie had been asked to Millie Simms’s party and I hadn’t. I’d felt really hurt. I’d almost felt that if I couldn’t go then Katie oughtn’t to, either. So I didn’t hold it against her, but I didn’t want to ask her to join us. She might be my best friend, but Alex had asked me. And I wanted it to be a proper date!

      I wondered if perhaps I could tell Mum I was going round to Beth’s. That’s Bethany Dewar, who’s in our class. She’s not a particularly special friend, but she lives quite near and she knows about boys, and about the need for sometimes having to keep things from your mum. She’s what my nan calls fast. Some of the girls say she’s a slag, but that’s unfair; she just has this reputation because boys find her attractive. What’s so wrong with that? I wouldn’t mind boys finding me attractive!

      I decided that I would call Beth and tell her the whole story. In fact, to be honest, I was dying to tell her the whole story! Swear her to secrecy and soon it would be all over the place…guess what? Tamsin Mitchell’s got a boyfriend! And at least that way I wouldn’t run the risk of Katie having second thoughts.

      I was sitting on the bus, on the point of dialling Beth’s number, when a text came through. It was from Katie.

       U can tell ur mum ur with me OK. I wont split. Luv Katie.

      How do people exist without friends??? I wasted no time in texting back:

       Fank U, fank U. I will do the same 4 U.

      She rang me almost immediately to say that I wouldn’t ever have to do the same for her “cos I wouldn’t ever go out with someone I didn’t want my mum to know about!”

      “It’s only just this once,” I pleaded.

      “That’s what you say now,” said Katie.

      I couldn’t help feeling a little tingling of excitement…

       CHAPTER THREE

      I spent practically the whole of Sunday morning trying to decide what to wear for my date with Alex.

      First of all, I put on my best pair of jeans—skinny, with little diamantés—and a blue top. Then I thought maybe jeans might be a bit too boyish.

      So I took off the jeans and put on a skirt, only the skirt didn’t go with the top, so I took off the top and put on a blouse, but the blouse had a weird flat sort of collar which made my neck stick out like a broom handle. (I have rather a long sort of neck, which Mum tries to make me feel better about by saying that it is elegant.)

      Crossly I tore the blouse off and scrunched it up and shoved it in the back of a drawer. Why had I ever bought the stupid thing in the first place? Ellie wouldn’t have done. She’s hugely fashion conscious, is Ellie. Always designer labels and nothing older than about six months, cos if it’s older than six months it’s past its shelf life. And Mum encourages her! So does Dad; they both think looks are important. Which I guess they are, if you’re going to be an actress. If you’re just a boring boffin like me, then who cares? I’d always known I couldn’t compete with Ellie, so I’d just never bothered. I always told myself that looks didn’t matter. I might even have believed it…until now.

      Suddenly, I was in a panic. I tried on another top, another skirt. A short skirt, a long skirt. A plain top, a stripy top. An off-the-shoulder top. A crop top. A dress. Another dress. Denim trousers, white; combat trousers, green. I even tried a pair of shorts! I was that desperate. In the end, with the entire contents of my wardrobe scattered across my bedroom floor, I went back to what I’d started with, the skinny jeans and the blue top.

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