Noon

Now I have babies on the brain.

Vati actually refered to his erm…doodad …as a "baby making machine"

How pervy can you get?

Ewww….

1:30

Mobile rang.

"Hello, is Libby there?"

"Hello?...who is this?"

"It's Oscar. From across the road"

"Oh yeah hi!" I said, hoping that I sounded mature and sophisticated, and not a confused immature twat. How an earth did he get my mobile number?

"I met your mate, Jenn, when I was out at the shops earlier, she gave me your number…should I not have rung?"

"Oh no, I don't mind…" I would have to have a mately chat avec Jenn about given mate's mobile numbers out to blokes on the street. Even if said mate happened to be totally in lurve with said boy.

"Look, I'm not busy later on, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to see a film tonight?"

"I'd love to…but the warden won't let me out on a school night."

"The warden?" he asked confused.

"My vati…"

"Oh. Libby…"

"What?" I panicked

"Maybe…maybe you're just too young. You have school, you have to listen to your parents…"

"No!" I yelped "I mean No…I'll come out with you tonight…I'll…I'll sneak out. That is if you still want to." I replied

"Sure babe. Meet me at the theatre at 8"

"laters" I said.

2:00 pm

I'm going on a date !!

With Oscar !!

2:30 pm

I only have 5 and a half hours to get ready.

What should I wear….

I can't decide between my little miniskirt or my black, tres sophisticated capris from ASDA.

What top should I wear? My black polo neck, or my little black tank top that says "snog" and lips on it.

I don't want to look like a prozzie. But I defiantly want to look older.

3:30 pm

Have decided on black ASDA pants and "Snog" tank top.

Have also borrowed a pair of black prozzie boots from Georgia and mum's chanel purse. I hope they don't notice….

4:00 pm.

I was just laying on my bed, minding my own business, when Georgia walked in.

"Hey Libs. What are you so dressed up for?"

"What do you mean?" I asked

"You're dressed to nicely for a Sunday after noon"

"Well maybe I always dress like this!" I said indignantly

"So you always borrow mum's chanel handbag?" she asked, looking at me sceptically "And…are those my boots?"

I Just looked at her without saying anything.

"C'mon Libs, who's the boy?"

"What?"

"Well….I only ever dressed like that when I was going out and trying to look older than I was. Or when I was trying to impress some boy I was chasing" she looked at me

"It's a boy." I said

"Really?" Who is it?" she asked

I just looked at her, hoping she wouldn't go totally spazzoid when I told her.

"It's Oscar" I said "From across the road."

4:30 pm.

Georgia's starting to scare me. She hasn't said anything in 10 minutes and she's gone really pale.

"Gee?" I ask "Are you OK?"

"Libby…" she whispered "Libby. You can't go out with him."

"Yes I can." I said "And you can't stop me. Christ on a bike, you sound just like Vati."

"Libs…" she looked genuily concerned for me. "I have my reasons for saying what I said, please, don't go out with him"

"Yeah. Because you want him for yourself" I retorted.

She glared at me. "Fine. Go out with him if you really want to. Don't worry, I won't tell dad.

"Really? Thanks Gee"

She turned around as she walked out of the room "Just don't come crying to me if something happens."

5:15 pm

What does she mean 'If something happens'?

Still, at least she isn't telling the prison warden.

7:15 pm

I was just creeping out the door, when Vati saw me.

"Where do you think you're going Liberty Nicolson?"

"Um. I'm going to Sherna's to do some French homework

"Really?" asks dad, looking at me strangely "How do I know you're not going to meet some boy?"

"Oh Bob." Said mum from the kitchen "I'm sure she's not going to meet some boy. Just let her go"

"Alright." He said, as I shut the door behind me.