Читать книгу ‘…startled by his furry shorts!’ - Louise Rennison - Страница 86

Here we are. So, shoulders back, swingy arms, walking, walking and swing, swing. Feet directly in front of me in a straight line. Make my hips go from side to side. This is a well known boy-entrancing movement. Swing, swing, hip, hip. Aaah yes, this is working, I am feeling very confident. Hello, tree, I am vair vair confident. Head up.

And that’s when I saw Dave the Laugh ambling along with his mates. I hadn’t seen him since the “what if we should have really been together” incident. Oh, please let him be normal and not ignorez-vous me. He saw me and looked across the road, just looking, not smiling. Oh no. This was awful. He didn’t want to be my mate any more. I felt a bit like crying.

But then he shouted across, “Ciao, Georgia. Ho due gatti e un maialino!”

I said, “What?”

He shouted, “I thought you luuurved the Pizza-a-gogo language. I thought you loved Italian blokes. You know, all that handbags at dawn, ‘Ooh, have you seen my lovely trousers?’ sort of thing. ‘Ooo, don’t let the rain spoil my hair.’”

Oh dear, he was going to be mean to me and hold a grudge and so on. He was going to be Dave the Unlaugh. But then he smiled at me. He has ever such a nice smiley smile. I was so relieved. I smiled back, and I didn’t even rein in my nostrils, I was so pleased we were friends. He didn’t come over or anything, though, he just went walking on with his mates. Then he called back, “Oy, missus, you don’t know what I said to you in Pizza-a-gogo-ese, do you?”

I said, “Er, yeah.”

And he said, “You don’t.”

“I might.”

“Yeah, you might, but you don’t. I said, ‘I have two cats and a small pig.’”

“That’s a lie.”

He said, “Is it, though?”

What is he on about?

Then he tapped his nose. “See you Friday at the MacUseless rehearsal. Get your pants ready for action!”

Cheeky cat.

Still, he was sort of friendly, so maybe he still likes me. I hope he still likes me.