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obviously impressed with this boy she was practically writing the
wedding invitations.
    I will admit,
finding out Guy’s dad works for a TV company was pretty amazing. Maybe he can
get tickets for us to watch a show being recorded.
    “No thank you,
Mrs Green.” He glances down at his watch. I think that’s a hint.
    “We’ve got to go
Mom or we’ll miss the start of the movie.” I jump up from my seat. “Bye everyone.
Good to see you Uncle Peter. I won’t be late.”
    Guy follows my
lead and stands. You know, he’s got great manners. Mom and Dad should be very
impressed. He even brought Mom some flowers when he arrived. Not only that Guy
has all the right credentials: rich family, heading for an Ivy-League college
and good career, virgin—okay obviously my mother doesn’t know that. Nor will she.
Duh. Of course she does because she asked he was at the meeting the other
night.
    Guy’s car is
parked at the end of our drive and when we’ve reached it I look back toward the
house where Mom is standing by the window waving. I wave back then quickly
close the door, sinking into the leather seat and wriggling around until I’m
comfortable. I’ve never known an eighteen year old guy have a flash car like
this before. Talk about how the other half live. And I bet his house is a
mansion too, unlike ours.
    “I’m so sorry
for putting you through all that,” I say once Guy pulls away from the side of
the road. “All those questions. Mom excelled herself tonight.”
    He reaches over
and rests his hand on mine, and my heart begins to zip-zap all over the place.
Then, suddenly he snatches his hand away and places it back on the steering
wheel.
    Why did he do that? Ah. The handbook. No
touching. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
    “It was fine. I
like your parents. They’re cool.”
    Cool? What is he
on? Cool is not a word any of my friends have ever used to describe my Mom and
Dad before. Not that they’re awful or anything. Just a bit boring and
parent-like. Now if you want cool parents then look no further than Maddie’s—even
if Maddie can’t talk about sex with her mom.
    “I’ll take your
word for it. And bringing flowers was definitely a smart move. Mom’s a sucker
for anything like that.”
    “I didn’t do it
to get on her good side.” He sounds annoyed I would even suggest it, but come
on. Why else do you do that sort of thing?
    “Not even a
little bit?” I tease. He visibly bristles.
    “No. It’s polite
to take a little gift when you’re invited places. I always do.”
    Well according
to that it sounds like I haven’t been brought up properly. Which is just not
true. I do know how to behave, even if I don’t shower my host with gifts every
time I call around for a visit.
    For the next
little while we travel in silence and I focus my attention on the cars parked
in their driveways as we pass them. A couple of times I sneak a peek at Guy,
but his eyes are firmly fixed on the road ahead and his chin juts out in a
funny sort of belligerent way. I’ve never noticed it before. I’m beginning to
suspect I’ve ruined the evening before it’s even properly started. Which is
simply ridiculous, childish and pathetic. And I’m far too mature to let it
continue.
    “Hey, Guy,” I
say brightly. “Fancy stopping at Starbucks on the way? I could murder a
frappuccino.” He glances down at his watch and frowns.
    “We don’t have
time. But we can go after the movies. Okay?”
    “Sure. As long
as I’m not too late home.”
    Shut up. Why do
I always do it? At my age you don’t say you have to be in early. Arrggggh. What
is it with me and this transformation? It’s playing havoc with any rational
thought that enters my head. And turning me into my mother. If I’m not careful
I’ll soon be buying sensible shoes and practical clothes.
    “Me too. I’ve
got a chemistry test tomorrow and I’d hate to fall asleep over my Bunsen
burner.” He glances in my direction, grins then resumes