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He wasn’t there on Saturday morning when we wandered past the building site on our way to the shopping centre. He still wasn’t there when we came back. He wasn’t there later on, when we went for a walk. A walk! Dad was very bemused.

“Walk?” he said, as we stampeded past him in our eagerness to get out. “You’re going for a walk?”

Honestly! As if we’d lost the use of our legs. Just cos he goes everywhere by car.

“We need air!” yelped Katie.

“And exercise,” I said, looking rather pointedly at Dad, who instantly pulled his stomach in. There is a reason he’d been chosen for the beer commercial!

“Yes, right, fine,” said Dad. “A walk in the park…admirable!” He held open the front door, elaborately ushering us out. “Off you go!”

So off we went, though in totally the wrong direction for the park. Up the road, past the new flats, round the block, all the way back—still nothing! The older man was there, poking about at the brickwork; but not a sign of Jimmy Doohan. The red-haired boy appeared, carrying a bucket. We didn’t care about him. We wanted Jimmy Doohan! Where had he gone???

We didn’t admit to each other that we were looking for him. That would have been too gross!

“I wonder if they work on Sundays?” I said.

“Might go to church,” said Katie. “You know, if he’s Catholic…if he’s Irish.”

“But shops open on Sundays.” People still worked in shops.

Katie said, “Mm…” And then, “We’re visiting my nan tomorrow.” Like that had anything to do with it. But I knew what she was thinking. I could come and walk past the building site all by myself!

Which I did. I told Mum I was going to the newsagent to buy a magazine. I might just as well not have bothered, cos even the older man wasn’t there. This was starting to become a bit scary. Suppose the boys had just been helping out for that one day? I couldn’t bear it! Already I was getting obsessed. I kept remembering the way he’d smiled. A little bit shy. A little bit…uncertain, like he wasn’t quite sure it was the thing to do. Unlike the rude winking boy, who obviously thought far too much of himself. I didn’t care if I never saw him again. But Jimmy…he was even better-looking than the real Jimmy. And he’d smiled at me. At me!

Why hadn’t I smiled back? Why hadn’t I? Because I was too stupid and turned in on myself. Unless maybe I’d smiled without knowing it? Like sometimes you do, automatically. I really hoped I had!

Monday morning, Dad drove me in to school, which meant we whizzed past the flats so fast they were practically just a blur. But Monday afternoon…He was there! He smiled at me again, and this time I did smile back. I suspect my face looked like the setting sun, but I did manage to smile.

And again on Tuesday. Morning and afternoon. And on Wednesday, and on Thursday. It was like he was keeping a watch out, making sure he was at the front of the house so he wouldn’t miss me. Then on Friday I was late, cos of choir practice. I thought at first he wasn’t there, and my heart just, like, plummeted. And then suddenly he appeared, racing down a ramp from a van on to the pavement with his wheelbarrow, zonk! Right into me. Well, actually I just managed to skip into the gutter, which was a pity in some ways cos otherwise he might have run me over and then help, help, I would have needed picking up and it could have been really slushy and romantic! Even as it was, it was quite romantic. First off, he dropped the wheelbarrow, looking absolutely stricken. Then I said, “Oops!” (which on reflection is a silly thing to say, but I didn’t have time to choose my words) and he said, “Sorry! Very sorry! I hurt?”

Not Irish. Some kind of foreign.

I mumbled that I was fine, and he said again, “Very sorry! I not look where I go.” I assured him that I was OK (unfortunately!) but he still seemed anxious.

“I really not hurt you?”

“No, honestly,” I said.

“Is my fault! I very stupid person. I look, next time”.

I said, “Me too!”

And then I idiotically stood there, not wanting to move but not able to think of anything else to say. Fortunately he was less tongue-tied than me, in spite of not speaking the language too well.

“You live in road?”

“Up there.” I pointed.

He said, “Nice houses.”

“They’re just ordinary,” I said. “I’d rather live in one like this.”

He pulled a face. “This one old.”

“I like old! I like to think of all the people who have lived there before.”

“Ah! You—” He stopped and waved a hand, frustrated. “I not think of word!”

“It’s history,” I said. “I like history.”

“History. Yes!” He nodded at the house. “Much history.”

“Ours is new. It’s quite boring.”

“Not boring! Very nice.”

We chatted on about houses for a bit; and then, just as I thought I should be heading home he said, “You like maybe go out with me some time?”

My heart immediately went into some kind of mad squirming overdrive. My cheeks lit up like beacons.

“I tell you my name! My name Alex. What your name?”

I swallowed. “T-Tamsin.”

“Tamsin…OK, Tamsin! You like we go drink coffee?”

My head started nodding, up-down, up-down. It wouldn’t stop!

“We go Sunday, maybe?”

Before I knew it, we’d arranged to meet up the road in Starbucks on Sunday afternoon. I went on my way feeling like I was drifting on a cloud. I had a date. A real date with a real boy! My first ever…

Me and Katie weren’t doing a sleepover that weekend. We hadn’t even officially arranged to meet, but I couldn’t resist ringing her.

“Is it OK if I come round? I’ve got something to tell you!”

Katie said, “What? Tell me, tell me!”

“I can’t on the phone. I’ll come round!”

Needless to say, I looked for Alex as I went up the road. I was all ready to smile at him, and wave. I’d even got specially dressed up in my best pair of jeans and a new top. But he wasn’t there. Only the older man and the other boy, who had the cheek to wink at me again in a decidedly knowing fashion, like “Ho ho, who’s going out with my mate?” I ignored him. And I wasn’t worried, now, about Alex not being there, because tomorrow I would be in Starbucks with him…yay! Most unlike me. I am not at all a showy-off kind of person; I leave all that sort of thing to Ellie. But yay again! I was going on a date!

Katie flung open the door the minute I arrived. She’d obviously been hovering there, eager to know what my news was. I must have sounded even more excited than I’d realised.

“OK!” She dragged me inside and hauled me up the stairs. “Talk!”

I said, “Right. Well! You’ll never guess…” I hooked my hair back over my ears. “I’m going on a date with Jimmy Doohan!”

“What?”

“Jimmy Doohan.” I giggled, in slightly hysterical fashion. “The boy from the flats on my road?”

Katie said, “You’ve gotta be joking!”

“I’m not joking. He asked me! Tomorrow afternoon…I’m meeting him, we’re going to Starbucks.”

“You’re going out with a boy from a building site?”

“Why not?” I bristled. “He’s nice, he’s polite. He’s foreign. Polish, I think. Maybe Russian? I don’t know! Anyway, his name’s Alex and he’s definitely not Irish.”

Katie said, “Oh, well, that’s all right then.”

I had this feeling she was being sarcastic. I said, “Jimmy Doohan’s Irish. You’d go out with Jimmy Doohan fast enough!”

“Jimmy Doohan doesn’t work on a building site.”

“He might do! In his holidays. How do you know?”

“Holidays are different,” said Katie.

Of course, I suddenly realised: she was probably a bit put out. Even, maybe, a bit jealous? Still, I didn’t like the thought of her feelings being hurt. She was my best friend, after all.

“It’s so weird,” I said, “the way things turn out. I mean, me living in the same road…if it had been you living there, it’d probably have been you he asked.”

“I wouldn’t go,” said Katie.

Well! How ungracious was that? And there I’d been, thinking we could chat about what I should wear, the way other girls do.

“No point getting the hump,” said Katie.

Pardon me? I wasn’t the one getting any hump!

“I just think it’s a bit dodgy, going out with someone you haven’t even properly met. I mean, who is he? You don’t know the first thing about him!”

“So I’ll find out,” I said. “We’ll talk.”

“He could be anything.”

“So could Jimmy Doohan,” I said. “Who knows what he gets up to in his spare time? He could be a drug dealer, for all we know. Could go round bashing old ladies over the head. I reckon you have to have a bit of trust or you’d end up never going out with anyone.”

She grew a bit hot and pink at that. I immediately wished I hadn’t said it. But quite honestly you can’t afford to leave these things too late or you’ll run the danger of never getting going at all. Ellie might be only ten, but already she knew far more about boys than either me or Katie. The situation was growing desperate!

“Have you told your mum?” said Katie.

It was my turn to grow pink. She’d asked a good question, cos the answer was no: I hadn’t told my mum.

“Are you going to?”

Slowly, I shook my head.

“Dunno why not,” said Katie. “If there isn’t anything wrong with him.”

“There isn’t anything wrong with him! He’s really sweet. It’s just…you know what mums are like.”

“I know what mine’s like; shouldn’t have thought yours would mind.”

Katie always says that my mum, being an actor, isn’t as strict as other people’s. Like she doesn’t care what me and Ellie get up to. It’s true she doesn’t fuss and flap, but I wasn’t sure she’d be too pleased at me going off on a date with a boy I’d only just met. She’d want to know who he was, and where he lived, and how old he was, and all stuff I couldn’t tell her. All I really knew was his name, and that he worked down the road. It was probably guaranteed to get even my mum in a flap.

“So if you’re not telling her…” said Katie.

“I thought I’d say I was coming round to you!”

There was a pause. “Is that all right?” I said.

For a moment I thought she was going to say an outright no, or even suggest she came with us. We were so used to doing everything together I could understand if she took it as her right. In the end, somewhat grudgingly, she said she would think about it. “I’ll let you know.”

I said, “Please Katie, pretty Katie, please!”

She didn’t even smile; just repeated that she would let me know. I definitely sensed a coolness between us.

The last time we’d had a coolness was when Katie had been asked to Millie Simms’s party and I hadn’t. I’d felt really hurt. I’d almost felt that if I couldn’t go then Katie oughtn’t to, either. So I didn’t hold it against her, but I didn’t want to ask her to join us. She might be my best friend, but Alex had asked me. And I wanted it to be a proper date!

I wondered if perhaps I could tell Mum I was going round to Beth’s. That’s Bethany Dewar, who’s in our class. She’s not a particularly special friend, but she lives quite near and she knows about boys, and about the need for sometimes having to keep things from your mum. She’s what my nan calls fast. Some of the girls say she’s a slag, but that’s unfair; she just has this reputation because boys find her attractive. What’s so wrong with that? I wouldn’t mind boys finding me attractive!

I decided that I would call Beth and tell her the whole story. In fact, to be honest, I was dying to tell her the whole story! Swear her to secrecy and soon it would be all over the place…guess what? Tamsin Mitchell’s got a boyfriend! And at least that way I wouldn’t run the risk of Katie having second thoughts.

I was sitting on the bus, on the point of dialling Beth’s number, when a text came through. It was from Katie.

U can tell ur mum ur with me OK. I wont split. Luv Katie.

How do people exist without friends??? I wasted no time in texting back:

Fank U, fank U. I will do the same 4 U.

She rang me almost immediately to say that I wouldn’t ever have to do the same for her “cos I wouldn’t ever go out with someone I didn’t want my mum to know about!”

“It’s only just this once,” I pleaded.

“That’s what you say now,” said Katie.

I couldn’t help feeling a little tingling of excitement…