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said Nesta. ‘It’s time for your medication.’
     
    ‘So what was all that
about?’ I asked Lucy. The four of us were sitting on the bus on our way over to
my house later that morning. ‘You know, Tony?’
    Lucy shrugged. ‘We
used to go out. Then we finished. Then we got back together. I don’t know where
we are now.’
    ‘Muswell Hill,’ teased
Nesta, as the bus went up the Broadway past
Marks & Spencer
.
    ‘He adores you,’ said
Izzie.
    ‘That’s part of the
problem,’ said Lucy. ‘See, we’re just getting on great, then he starts again .
-. .’
    She caressed the air
with her hands… ‘with wandering hands. I’m not ready for all that yet. I want
it to be special when I go further with a boy. I don’t want to do it because I
feel pressured that if I don’t, he’ll dump me for someone who puts out more
easily. You know?’
    I nodded. No, I didn’t
know. I hadn’t even been
snogged
yet.
    ‘And you saw what he’s
like,’ said Lucy. ‘Flirting with you…’
    ‘Oh, I never…’ I
started. ‘I would never… I mean he
is
gorgeous, there’s no denying
that, but…’
    ‘Oh, don’t worry, TJ,
he’s like that with all girls. That’s another reason why I don’t give in to the
wandering hands. I’d never feel as if I could trust him.’
    ‘Well, no reason to
worry about me. You saw what I was like back there. Always the same when there
are decent boys around. I told you, I go
stupid
. You know there’s that
book
Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus
. Well, I want to write
one,
Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus, Teenagers are From Planet
Zog’
    ‘Good idea,’ said
Lucy.
    ‘It’s mad,’ I
continued, ‘because, I want to be a writer but, well, I told you my problem
with finding the right words at the right time. Why do they always come after,
like when I’m falling asleep or something?’
    ‘That’s good, it means
your subconscious mind is working on it,’ said Izzie. ‘I find that with my
lyrics. You have to consider the words. Play with them until you’ve got them
right. Let them come to you sometimes. It can happen in the middle of the
night. I’d say that is the sign that you
will
be a writer.’
    ‘And if you’re from
Planet Zog,’ said Lucy, ‘you can always write science fiction.’
    I laughed and punched
her arm. ‘I wish I could be more like you, Nesta. I wish I could come out with
great one-liners or put-downs.’
    ‘
We
all wish
she’d be more like
you’
said Lucy with a grin. ‘Think before she
speaks, sometimes.’
    ‘It does get me in
trouble,’ said Nesta. ‘Sometimes.’
     
    ‘So, at last,’ said
Lucy as we got to our gate. ‘We get to meet the man of the moment.’
    ‘Who? Scott?’ I said,
glancing up at his bedroom window to see if he’d seen us. ‘He usually goes out
Saturday mornings.’
    ‘No, silly. Not
Scott,’ said Lucy, pointing at the downstairs window next to our front door
where a furry face was looking out. ‘Mojo.’
    I laughed as I
unlocked the door and was almost knocked over as he leapt up to say hello.
    ‘I’ve only been away a
night,’ I said, as he licked my face then ran round the girls, sniffing then
rolling on the floor, his tail wagging madly.
    After they’d all made
a huge fuss over him, we all trooped up to my bedroom.
    ‘Fab garden,’ said
Nesta, looking out of the window. ‘It’s huge and
wow
, a hammock. How
cool. You’ve got visitors though. On the patio, your gran and grandad are
here.’
    I went over to look
out.
    ‘Er, no,’ I said,
pulling back. ‘That’s my mum and dad.’
    Nesta looked like she
wanted to die.
    ‘Mum had me late, when
she was in her mid-forties’
    ‘Oh,
ties
Cherie Blair,’ said Izzie, going for a look.
    ‘No,’ said Nesta.
‘Ires Jerry Hall. Much more glam. Now let’s look in your wardrobe.’
    And that was it. No problem.
Ires Jerry Hall and show us your clothes. I needn’t have worried at all.
    ‘I hope I didn’t
offend you,’ said Nesta as she held up