Free Louise Rennison_Georgia Nicolson 07 by Startled by His Furry Shorts Page B

duddly…HOOORRRNNN!
    one minute later
    Ready.
    Sunglasses?
    Good plan.
    Sunglasses on.
    And open door.
    And breathe.
    There he was by the gate. His scooter was parked in the street and he was sitting on the seat with his back to me, looking at the kittykats. Mr. Across the Road must be cleaning his car, because there is a bucket of soapy water that Gordy is drinking out of. He has got foam all over his chin. Angus is actually in the car lying across the steering wheel. Oh yes, and there is Naomi, her head popping up from the front seat. Mr. Across the Road will go ballistic when he finds them. But who cares?
    I didn’t say anything. Partly because I was so nervy, but also because my smile meant I couldn’t actually form any words. Masimo must have sensed me being there because he looked round. I nearly fainted. He was wearing a really cool ice blue zip-up top and shades. He took his shades off and in the sunlight his eyes were almost yellow. They were amazing with really thick curly eyelashes that made him look like he was half asleep. He got off his scooter and walked slowly over tome. He even walks in an Italian way, sort of like slow dancing. He is tall and his hair is a bit longer than the lads here have been wearing it, dark and slightly curly. I had forgotten how fabby-looking he is. I couldn’t move because I had lost all gross motor control. He kept coming toward me. Maybe he would whip my shades off and say, “Why, Georgia, you are beautiful!” like they do in crap films. Or maybe he would whip my shades off, see my squashy nose properly, and shove the shades back on quickly. Shut up, brain, you are not in this! After what seemed a zillion years, he was right in front of me.
    He still didn’t say anything. He leaned down to me and I thought, Sound out the bells of England, he’s going to kiss me, everything is going to be alright.
    He did the taking off of my shades thing and then he gave me a kiss on one cheek and then the other. What did that mean? It was like a stereo Lezzie Auntie kiss!
    He said, “Let us go and have a little ride somewhere, caro .”
    I managed to nod. And amazingly my head didn’t fall off.
    It was a lovely sunny morning and he handed me his spare helmet. I got on the back of the scooter. As he started the engine I was too nervous to touch him, but on the other hand I didn’t want to shoot off the back of the scooter when he accelerated away. I put my hands on the back of my seat to hold on, but he said, “Hold on to me.”
    I put my hands on his waist. Just a bit. But he took my hands and put them right round his waist and then accelerated off.
    I was so happy to be with him again. He accelerated up the High Street, which was rammed with people. Sadly I didn’t see anyone I knew. I wished old Octopussy had seen us. Then we tore down the street and off out of town. I hoped the helmet wouldn’t give me the famous Richard III haircut look that is so popular with the criminally insane. I’d worry about that later. We didn’t talk. Well, he said, “Are you alright?” and I did confident nodding until I realized he wouldn’t be able to see that unless he was part owl and could turn his head 360 degrees. So I yelled, “Yes, fine!”
    Unfortunately as I spoke, a flying bug flew into my mouth. A really big one, part bug part bat. I nearly choked to death and was trying to spit it out.
    Thank God Masimo couldn’t see me.
    I was coughing and gagging and Masimo said, “What did you say?”
    Erlack erlack, I had had a bug’s bottom in my mouth!!! But I couldn’t say that to a Luuurve God. I finally managed to spit it out and shouted, “I was just singing a song.”
    He laughed and squeezed my hand. Blimey.
    fifteen minutes later
    He pulled up by Downland woods and helped me off the scooter. I hope I didn’t have bits of bug leg round my mouth, or stuck onto my lip gloss. We left our helmets