always felt like a holiday, the time with Alicia, and the holiday would come to an end, and weâd still be girlfriend and boyfriend but weâd have a life as well. As it turned out, when the holiday ended, we ended too. It was a holiday romance, ha ha.
Anyway, I came in from skating one afternoon and Mum said, âHave you got time for something to eat before you go over to Aliciaâs?â And I said, âYeah, OK.â And then I said, âActually, Iâm not going over to Aliciaâs tonight.â And Mum said, âOh. Because you didnât go last night either, did you?â And I said, âDidnât I? I canât remember.â Which was a bit pathetic, really. For some reason, I didnât want her to know that things with Alicia were different. Sheâd have been pleased, and I didnât want that.
âStill going strong?â she said.
âOh, yeah. Pretty strong. I mean, not as strong, because we wanted to get some schoolwork done and stuff like that. But, yeah. Strong.â
âSo, strong, then,â she said. âNot, you know. Weak.â
âNot weak, no. Notâ¦â
âWhat?â
âWeak.â
âSo you were just going to say the same thing twice?â
âHow do you mean?â
âYou were just going to say âNot weak. Not weak.ââ
âI suppose so, yeah. Stupid, really.â
I donât know how my mum puts up with me sometimes. I mean, it must all have been completely obvious to her, but she had to sit and listen to me swear that black was white, or that cold was hot, anyway. It wouldnât have made any difference to anything, telling her the truth. But later, when I needed her help, I remembered all the times Iâd been a muppet.
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I think I went over to Aliciaâs the night after that conversation, because if I didnât go three days in a row, then Mum would really have known that something was up. And then I didnât go for a couple of evenings again, and then it was the weekend, and on the Saturday morning she texted me to ask me to lunch. Her brother was around, and they were having this family reunion thing, and Alicia said I was a part of the family.
Iâd never met anyone quite like Aliciaâs mum and dad before I started going out with Alicia, and at first I thought they were dead coolâI can even remember wishing that my mum and dad were like them. Aliciaâs dad is like fifty or something, and he listens to hip-hop. He doesnât like it much, I donât think, but he feels he should give it a chance, and he doesnât mind the language and the violence. Heâs got grey hair that he gets Aliciaâs mum to shave backâI think he has a number 2âand he wears a stud. He teaches literature at a college, and she teaches drama when sheâs not being a councillor. Or she teaches people to teach drama, something like that. She has to go into lots of different schools and talk to teachers. Theyâre all right, I suppose, Robert and Andrea, and they were really friendly at first. Itâs just that they think Iâm stupid. They never say as much, and they try and treat me as if Iâm not. But I can tell they do. I wouldnât mind, but Iâm smarter than Alicia. Iâm not showing off or being cocky; I just know I am. When we went to see films, she didnât understand them, and she never got what anyone was laughing at in The Simpsons, and I had to help her with her maths. Her mum and dad helped her with her English. They still thought she was going to go to college to do something or other, and all the model stuff was just her going through a rebellious phase. As far as they were concerned, she was a genius, and I was this nice dim kid she was hanging out with. They acted as if I was Ryan Briggs or someone really scummy like that, but they werenât going to officially disapprove of me because that wouldnât be