OH! MY! GOD!
So - it was Magnus and Angus' party on Saturday. And guess what? I'VE GOT A BOYFRIEND!!!!
It was sooooooo amazing! Of course we all thought it was going to be a rubbish party because of the olds in the attic.
I'm sure you can remember Spud's disasterous delve into the world of `events organisation' earlier this year when his pycho-sister held a party that went so out of control that Armageddon was nothing compared to the Pudmore's house that night! Well, no one wanted a repeat of that, so Magnus (the one with the brains) had not only told his parents about the party, but he'd also arranged for them to be stationed in their bedroom in case of emergency. (OK, well maybe not quite an attic, but upstairs anyway!) Of course, with Angus (the pyromaniac of the pair) as a brother, you can never take too many precautions, so it wasn't a totally fuddy duddy, nerdy decision on Magnus's part. I mean no one can blame him for wanting to leave the house standing for Christmas.
Anyway, with the adults on duty upstairs and absolutely NO candles or tea-lights for atmosphere (I refer you to Angus the pyromaniac), everyone thought it was going to be a totally lame affair, but actually, it was OK. Arlette had gone with Jac Dhillon - I mean, that's been going on for nearly a year now - and Seema was with Greg - ditto on the time factor thing. In fact, I was the only one on my own, which, when you think about it isn't surprising as I haven't had a mate to go out with for the last year because the other two have been `in relationships'. Spud and Janet Dibner are still going strong too. Well, when I say I was the only one on my own, I meant of our crowd - there were a few dorky Year 10 kids as well as the boffin brigade from our tutor group - plus me and, of course, the recently single Kara Kennedy.
I'd just got a mouthful cheese and onion sandwich when Kara sidled up to me. She was all: `You know I'm as competitive as the next girl, Magenta - so long as the prize is worth it. But, let's face it, Daniel's so immature, he's just not worth the effort. You're welcome to him.'
The twins' mum had made this fruit punch and, believe me, it too all my self control NOT to tip it over her head - but we didn't want a repeat of the Spud-fest did we, so I became the bigger person and just walked away. Any more of this bigger person stuff and they'll need to start lowering bridges!
I went into the front room where people were dancing. Jodi Plock was there in her `death becomes her' outfit - grow a life! (Get it: death/life? Oh well, I never claimed to be a comedienne - although I think I did tell Jones the Bones that was one of my ambitions - but that was several lifetimes ago.) Anyway, she was trying to flirt with Daniel something rotten. Honestly she was dancing right in front of the table where he'd set up his decks in the front room and kept looking over at him. Puke! Puke! I don't know what he ever saw in her. Actually, Daniel was playing some really good tracks and I was dancing with Hattie and Chelsea. Until Marcus Ledbetter and Floyd Sedgewick started chatting them up and I decided to butt out. Honestly, boys ruin everything. They can't even let us girls have a good time without trying to muscle in on it.
`Mind if I sit with you for a bit?' I asked Daniel. I'd gone from really enjoying myself to suddenly feeling very alone, so any port in a storm, as they say.
`Sure.' He moved along the settee where he was sitting with his headphones on, lining up the next track. Then he added, quickly, `But don't touch anything!'
Cheek! As if! `What's that for?' I asked, pointing to a little knob on this control panel that looked like the cockpit of Concorde.
`It's a sound effect. But DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!'
`Fine.' I sat with my arms folded - just so that he would see that I wasn't some stupid little toddler who was going to fiddle with everything.
Daniel pressed the button that I'd pointed to and a sound like a police siren blared out till everyone stopped dancing and started looking anxious. `Watch this,' he said, smiling. He pressed another button that made a noise like a phone ringing and about half the boys went to grab their mobiles. It was so funny. I started giggling and Daniel was laughing too. Just then, I felt something fall on my head.
`My hair!' I said. I thought someone must have popped a party popper and the streamers were messing up my hair.
But Daniel said, `It's OK. Hold still.' He reached over and, very gently, took whatever it was off my head and held it up - and guess what it was? A sprig of mistletoe! Then, without any warning, he leaned over and kissed me. Just like that - sitting on the settee in the Lyles' sitting room.
Wow! I was, like: `Daniel! What are you doing?'
And do you know what he said? `Kissing my girlfriend - is that allowed?'
I was: `Oh! My! God! You want to go out with me again?'
And he said, `Never wanted to break up in the first place.'
Then he kissed me again. And this time it went on for so long, that he forgot to mix in the next track and everything went quiet. Suddenly, the whole room was whooping and cheering at us. How romantic is that?
Of course, Kara was all: `I knew it!' And she and Jodi both stomped out of the room - but who cares - DANIEL AND I ARE AN ITEM AGAIN!
Wow - I have not stopped smiling since Saturday night.
This is so going to be the best Christmas ever.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!