Free Fanmail by Mia Castle Page A

who were all shrieking, hollering and sobbing as if Jazzy was actually there among them.
    Oh. That’s right. He was!
    Mindful of what had happened at the concert, I made sure we were right next to Dolores and only Dolores (okay, and Freddie) before I wound down the window. ‘Hey, Dolores!’
    ‘Cat!’ Looking very pleased to see me (Freddie not so much), Dolores skipped over to the car. ‘You got out of your terrible evening!’ Then she glanced past me to the driver. ‘Oh, sorry. Hi, Aggie!’
    Aggie half-turned to say hello, but could only gesture with her eyes. Next to me. Next to me. Next to me.
    ‘Hi, Freddie,’ I said, and then didn’t wait for a response. ‘Dolores, you’ll never guess who I’ve brought to meet you.’ I patted the headrest of the passenger seat in front of me.
    She frowned. ‘Aggie’s … dad?’
    ‘Ah, no. Just his clothes, on account of the nakedness. Jason, this is my friend, Dolores. You already met, remember?’
    So then Jazzy wound his window down and slowly perused Dolores up and down. Then he shook his head. ‘I’d remember that.’
    That? You mean my best friend and lovely human being? Hmm.
    ‘Dolores grabbed your collar.’
    At that, he sat up. ‘Yeah, the collar. Right.’ Then he flung open the car door and gestured to his lap. ‘Want a lift, Dolores?’
    At this point, several people screamed: Dolores in complete ecstasy, Aggie and Freddie in joint anguish, and me in disbelief. I mean, that would be illegal, wouldn’t it? Two people in the passenger seat …
    That was enough, anyway. Freddie could now see that Dolores had bigger fish to fry and would leave her alone and notice instead her awkward, aeroplane-headed friend; I’d proven to Aggie that I really really did know Jason Devaney, and my work here was done.
    ‘Jason’s got to go,’ I said, ‘but I’ll call you in the morning and tell you ALL about it.’
    And Aggie pulled away before Dolores could get her sparkly claws into her heartthrob.
    ‘So where are we taking you, Jazzy … err … D?’ she asked, a little breathless now that she’s actually dared to speak to him.
    I must admit to then having an AWFUL FLASHBACK. She was being such a ditz around Jason that I could hardly stand to watch her (especially as I could hardly stand her anyway, even more especially now we were going to be related). Why couldn’t she just talk to him normally? Why was she a traffic light whenever he glanced at her, changing from green to red and back to green again? Why was Aggie, perfectly nice and normal much of the time, a simpering wreck in the presence of Jazzy D, who was actually just an ordinary guy from Jersey?
    I was just about to start feeling very superior about how cool I was with it all when I realised that I knew the answers to all my questions.
    It was because of the chemical reactions.
    Aggie was having the same chemical reactions with Jason that I had with Freddie. Which led to some questions, like – am I incapable of talking to Freddie normally? Am I a traffic light when I look at him? Am a simpering wreck in his presence? Sadly the answers came back to me very quickly: Yes, Yes, and Oh dear lord yes, in Freddie’s presence you are a blushing, dribbling Titanic of a wreck.
    Anyway, while I was off having waking nightmares in the form of the AWFUL FLASHBACKS, Jazzy appeared to have answered ‘Home’ to Aggie, and like a moron she seemed to be driving him back to her home. I completely understood, of course; it was just the chemical reactions, so I decided to cut her some slack despite my overall hating of her.
    ‘Jazzy, where exactly do you want dropping off?’
    He swivelled round in his seat and I got the full blast of his big hazel eyes. Wow. Yep, they could cause a chemical reaction, for sure.
    ‘Home, yeah?’
    ‘Yes, but where’s that?’
    Then his hazel eyes clouded over. What, question too difficult? He really was an idiot.
    ‘Where I found you,’ he said eventually with a slow, sexy