Gogo didn’t wait up this time. She’s satisfied that it’s all going well with Mike from next door. I wonder what she’d say if she knew that Mike hadn’t spent any time with me on the date, that I’d danced with a bunch of girls and that I’d given my phone number to a boy who rides a motorbike!
She’d be tut tutting for hours.
I go to bed, but it’s hard to sleep as I try to imagine if Mike, Biker Mike, will phone me.
In the morning I wake up to the sound of Gogo making porridge. Delicious, creamy, mealiemeal porridge. My mom usually makes it lumpy.
Gogo is waiting for me at the table and I can tell she wants to find out about Youth Club last night. I smile to myself as I think about giving Biker Mike my number. I check I have my phone next to me. I hope Gogo won’t be in the room when he calls. What will she do if she finds me talking to one of those evil biker boys.
The phone rings! I check the screen. Unknown number: it must be Biker Mike. I want to go out to the veranda to talk to him, but Gogo is in the way.
“Hello,” I say. Trying not to sound nervous.
“A friend?” asks Gogo. I can see I will have to tell her who it is.
“Hi, Mike here,” a voice says. “I hope you don’t mind me calling you. I got your number from a friend at Youth Club last night. Would you like to meet at Flags for a cool drink? We’re going there this morning.”
I stand gasping.
Would I like to meet there? I try to contain my excitement in a brief reply.
“Sure, see ya there,” I answer, trying to sound very casual.
I’m suddenly aware of someone behind me and realise Gogo is listening to the conversation. She is sure to ask who I am going to meet. What shall I say?
I have a brainwave. I can just say “Mike” and Gogo will think it is Mike next door.
“So, who was that Zoe?” asks Gogo.
“Mike,” I say with a blush and run off to the bedroom.
I jump up and down in front of the mirror. ”Mike called,” I mouth to my happy face in the mirror.
I give myself a high five.
When I am feeling more composed I go back to tell Gogo I am going to the shop quickly. I ask if she would she like anything.
“Just some bread and milk, dear. Are you going to meet Mike?” she asks, as she gives me some pocket money to buy a milkshake.
I nod. I am so excited. I will meet Mike, Biker Mike, at Flags Cafe this morning.
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