Fanmail by Mia Castle

Author:Mia Castle [Castle, Mia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-09T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12: Too Close For Comfort (McFly)

After getting up ridiculously early to work out how to shave my legs and armpits and then sneak out to the shed with a completely different razor (which I just tossed through the door as soon as it was ajar) I cornered Mum in the bathroom.

‘Mum, I don’t want to go to school today.’

This is unheard of, of course, as other than on Mondays when the social misfit thing gets me down, school is the centre of my universe. I get to do science stuff and hang out with Dolores and do chemical reactions in the brain when I see Freddie, so what is not to like?

However, this was a weird old time and Mum believed me, and must have thought we’d had enough of a chatette the night before for me to need no further punishment. If she’d known I’d been harbouring a different version of Jazzy D in my bedroom and then stashing him in the shed, she’d have thrown ten different kinds of fit and then had him or me or perhaps both of us arrested.

As she didn’t know this, though, she just said, ‘Okay, honey, I understand. I don’t really want to leave you on your own all day, though.’

She applied a bit more mascara and for the first time ever I watched really closely. Mascara application kind of goes with the whole shaving thing – get rid of excess hair, enhance the other type (not the hair wings, of course).

Mum gave me a quick “what are you staring at” glance, and then said, ‘I’ve got to go back to my client’s as I missed yesterday afternoon.’

This was just the “in” I wanted.

‘How about,’ I said slowly as if I’d only just thought of it, ‘I go to Dean’s laboratory? I won’t get under his feet. I’ll enjoy it. And I’ll get to know Dean a bit better.’

Okay, so it was a slightly mean tactic, but it worked like a dream. Mum clutched my face on either side, still holding the mascara in one hand, and said, ‘Oh, Cat! That’s a brilliant idea.’

And so with a few quick conversations, it was sorted: Mum would drop me at Dean’s to avoid paparazzi, then head off from there to the domestic terminal, and I would spend the day with my step-dad-to-be although I had to be careful to stay out of the way while the Japanese were there. I took that to mean a few of the investor people he’d been trying to impress the other night, rather than the whole of Japan like an invasion.

All fine by me.

Meanwhile I emailed Jason in the shed (which meant I did actually have Jason Devaney’s email address and indeed his own phone number. Funny how things turn out) and told him to get in Mum’s boot. The car one, not the foot one. And to take a length of hosepipe from the shed to feed out through the rusty patch so he could breathe. And to remember to get dressed (haha and LOL) as other Jazzy often seemed to forget that part.

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