know Rebecca likes guys who dress right so maybe she'll fancy Gary when
she sees him wearing the new K-Swiss trainers and Levi's he bought last week.
We got to Gary's at seven. Couldn't believe my eyes when
he answered the door. He'd no shoes on and his long toes
poked out from skinny jeans so tight they clung to his
ankles, thighs and bum like cling film. Gross. But even
worse than this was his top. A white vest. No, really – a
tight white vest made of thin cotton so that you could see
his nipples. I mean, really, who wants to see them? Have
never seen the point of boys' nipples anyway.
He'd also done something stupid to his normally
straight hair: it had a huge wave in the middle which
flopped at us as he nodded a welcoming, 'Hi, girls.'
Though compared to the jeans and the vest it hardly
mattered.
I think he might have been trying to look like Patrick
Swayze – he knows Rebecca has a thing about him – but,
as she whispered to me as we made our way upstairs, 'Oh
my God, he looks like a rent boy.'
Didn't really enjoy the film as I was too mortified for
Gary, who seemed to imagine he'd made an impression
on Rebecca. He had, but not in a good way. Especially
when he got up and tried to imitate Patrick Swayze
dancing. Gary can't dance like Patrick Swayze. In fact,
Gary can't dance at all, which was embarrassing enough,
but when he tried to do a particularly energetic jumpand-
twist manoeuvre and his tight jeans split up the back
to reveal red boxers I thought even someone like Gary
would never recover from the humiliation.
I was wrong. Rebecca nearly wet herself laughing but
Gary just smiled and bowed before going off to get
changed into his Levi's.
Rebecca's dad picked her up about ten but I stayed on
for a few minutes, intending to ask Gary why on earth
he'd made such an idiot of himself.
However, as soon as she'd left Gary turned to me and
said, 'Thought that went really well tonight. Make a girl
laugh and you're halfway there.'
I opened my mouth to explain how totally wrong he
was but then closed it again. He'd find out soon enough.
SUNDAY MARCH 7TH
Gary called round today and asked me to find out if
Rebecca might be interested in going out with him.
'Why don't you ask her yourself?' I grumped.
'I would, but, erm, I thought it might be better coming
from you. You can maybe talk me up a bit first. Say what
a great guy I am when you get to know me. That kind of
thing.'
'Lie to a friend, you mean.'
Gary laughed. 'Lie for a friend.'
Although I knew it was useless, I phoned Rebecca
later.
'So what do you think of Gary?' I asked. 'I know he
was a bit of an idiot on Friday but he's really—'
'Oh, Gary's a laugh but I don't fancy him,' Rebecca
interrupted. 'Actually it's his friend Ian I really like. Do
you think I've any chance with him?'
'Hmm, I, erm, don't know,' I lied.
Know for a fact she's wasting her time. Ian, who's six
foot three, is always complaining he can't find a girl tall
enough for him and won't look at any girl under five foot
ten. Rebecca is five foot. Enough said. God, things were
much easier when we were all at primary school and no
one fancied anyone.
MONDAY MARCH 8TH
Was chatting to Michael in the chip-shop queue. He's got
an audition for a part in a TV commercial and didn't
know whether he should go or not.
'I don't know, Kelly Ann. I want to be a serious actor
one day. Maybe this wouldn't be a good move.'
I thought getting on TV was totally cool even if it was
just a commercial and was telling him so when I heard a
familiar voice behind me say, 'Hiya, Kelly Ann.'
Shelly. And smiling at me like we were best pals.
I just sneered at her. Suppose Michael must have
found my silence awkward because when I didn't reply
he looked at Shelly and said politely, 'Hi, how's it going?'
I expected Shelly to get right in there, chatting him up,
but to my surprise she just stammered, 'Aayah-sh-sh. I,
um, dunno . . . um, yeah.'
Her face had gone all red and blotchy. Then, when she
tried to
she sees him wearing the new K-Swiss trainers and Levi's he bought last week.
We got to Gary's at seven. Couldn't believe my eyes when
he answered the door. He'd no shoes on and his long toes
poked out from skinny jeans so tight they clung to his
ankles, thighs and bum like cling film. Gross. But even
worse than this was his top. A white vest. No, really – a
tight white vest made of thin cotton so that you could see
his nipples. I mean, really, who wants to see them? Have
never seen the point of boys' nipples anyway.
He'd also done something stupid to his normally
straight hair: it had a huge wave in the middle which
flopped at us as he nodded a welcoming, 'Hi, girls.'
Though compared to the jeans and the vest it hardly
mattered.
I think he might have been trying to look like Patrick
Swayze – he knows Rebecca has a thing about him – but,
as she whispered to me as we made our way upstairs, 'Oh
my God, he looks like a rent boy.'
Didn't really enjoy the film as I was too mortified for
Gary, who seemed to imagine he'd made an impression
on Rebecca. He had, but not in a good way. Especially
when he got up and tried to imitate Patrick Swayze
dancing. Gary can't dance like Patrick Swayze. In fact,
Gary can't dance at all, which was embarrassing enough,
but when he tried to do a particularly energetic jumpand-
twist manoeuvre and his tight jeans split up the back
to reveal red boxers I thought even someone like Gary
would never recover from the humiliation.
I was wrong. Rebecca nearly wet herself laughing but
Gary just smiled and bowed before going off to get
changed into his Levi's.
Rebecca's dad picked her up about ten but I stayed on
for a few minutes, intending to ask Gary why on earth
he'd made such an idiot of himself.
However, as soon as she'd left Gary turned to me and
said, 'Thought that went really well tonight. Make a girl
laugh and you're halfway there.'
I opened my mouth to explain how totally wrong he
was but then closed it again. He'd find out soon enough.
SUNDAY MARCH 7TH
Gary called round today and asked me to find out if
Rebecca might be interested in going out with him.
'Why don't you ask her yourself?' I grumped.
'I would, but, erm, I thought it might be better coming
from you. You can maybe talk me up a bit first. Say what
a great guy I am when you get to know me. That kind of
thing.'
'Lie to a friend, you mean.'
Gary laughed. 'Lie for a friend.'
Although I knew it was useless, I phoned Rebecca
later.
'So what do you think of Gary?' I asked. 'I know he
was a bit of an idiot on Friday but he's really—'
'Oh, Gary's a laugh but I don't fancy him,' Rebecca
interrupted. 'Actually it's his friend Ian I really like. Do
you think I've any chance with him?'
'Hmm, I, erm, don't know,' I lied.
Know for a fact she's wasting her time. Ian, who's six
foot three, is always complaining he can't find a girl tall
enough for him and won't look at any girl under five foot
ten. Rebecca is five foot. Enough said. God, things were
much easier when we were all at primary school and no
one fancied anyone.
MONDAY MARCH 8TH
Was chatting to Michael in the chip-shop queue. He's got
an audition for a part in a TV commercial and didn't
know whether he should go or not.
'I don't know, Kelly Ann. I want to be a serious actor
one day. Maybe this wouldn't be a good move.'
I thought getting on TV was totally cool even if it was
just a commercial and was telling him so when I heard a
familiar voice behind me say, 'Hiya, Kelly Ann.'
Shelly. And smiling at me like we were best pals.
I just sneered at her. Suppose Michael must have
found my silence awkward because when I didn't reply
he looked at Shelly and said politely, 'Hi, how's it going?'
I expected Shelly to get right in there, chatting him up,
but to my surprise she just stammered, 'Aayah-sh-sh. I,
um, dunno . . . um, yeah.'
Her face had gone all red and blotchy. Then, when she
tried to
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