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or along the pier, stopping for a coffee or a milk shake at a coffee bar. Kevin also lived in Whitesands Bay, and he made sure that she stuck to her parentsâ deadline of ten thirty. When she told him that it had been extended to eleven thirty he believed her, not knowing anything about the rumpus it had caused at home. However, once her exams had finished Vera and Stanley, somewhat reluctantly, gave in to her demands. They liked Kevin and trusted him with their daughter.
He had not yet been invited to their home for âSunday teaâ or some such occasion, which was a sign that the lad was the accepted boyfriend. Kevin, however, was quite content with the status quo. He liked Debbie as much as any girl he had known so far and was happy for things to carry on just as they were.
As for Debbie, she believed she was in love with Kevin. She knew he was her first boyfriend and all that, as her mother kept reminding her. âYouâre only sixteen, Debbie, too young to be getting serious with a boy, especially while youâre still at school â¦â and so on and so on. She didnât really know how seriously Kevin felt about her. He had not said he loved her or anything like that, but she had her hopes and dreams.
He was so different from the lads she knew at school. Older, of course, and more knowledgeable about all sorts of things. He, too, had attended Kelder Bank School, although Debbie had not known him then with him being a couple of years ahead of her. He had left when he was sixteen to work with his father and, as he was the only son, the business would no doubt be his one day. But that was a long time ahead, of course.
He had more money to splash around than the lads at school. He didnât own a car of his own, not yet, but he was saving up for one. On occasions he borrowed his fatherâs Morris Oxford. On rare occasions that was; Mr Hill guarded his car like the crown jewels, but Debbie felt like a princess when they drove along the promenade of Whitesands Bay.
He was good looking, in a funny sort of way with blondish hair that always looked untidy no matter what he did to it. He had strong features, with a rather longish nose, and a merry smile that showed a little gap in his front teeth. Debbie couldnât help boasting about him at school, because he was older and took her to places that the lads at school couldnât afford.
Some of the girls had boyfriends, mainly lads in the same form at Kelder Bank. Her best friend, Shirley Crompton, had been âgoing outâ with Ryan Gregson, a lad in their form, for a few months. At least that was what Shirley called it, although Debbie guessed that they didnât often go out anywhere. They just hung about together at school, at break times and dinner time. One problem was that he didnât live in Whitesands Bay as Shirley did, but in South Shields, several miles away, so they didnât meet all that often away from school. Shirley sometimes went to watch him play football on a Saturday. He was the goalie in the school team, being a tall, well-built lad, far more muscular than many of his peer group, and he had bright ginger hair.
Debbie had the feeling that he didnât like her very much, and so she decided that she wasnât too keen on him either.
âYour friend Debbie, sheâs a real little bossy boots, isnât she?â he had remarked to Shirley. âAnd always showing off about something or other. I canât understand why youâre so friendly with her. I must say, you hold your own with her though, donât you? She needs taking down a peg or two.â
âSheâs alright,â Shirley would reply. âI like her. Iâve been friends with her ever since we were in the infant school, and we went to Brownies and Sunday school together as well. And our mums are friends. Yes, I know she shows off a bit. I must admit Iâm sick of hearing about this marvellous Kevin. Iâve met him
He had not yet been invited to their home for âSunday teaâ or some such occasion, which was a sign that the lad was the accepted boyfriend. Kevin, however, was quite content with the status quo. He liked Debbie as much as any girl he had known so far and was happy for things to carry on just as they were.
As for Debbie, she believed she was in love with Kevin. She knew he was her first boyfriend and all that, as her mother kept reminding her. âYouâre only sixteen, Debbie, too young to be getting serious with a boy, especially while youâre still at school â¦â and so on and so on. She didnât really know how seriously Kevin felt about her. He had not said he loved her or anything like that, but she had her hopes and dreams.
He was so different from the lads she knew at school. Older, of course, and more knowledgeable about all sorts of things. He, too, had attended Kelder Bank School, although Debbie had not known him then with him being a couple of years ahead of her. He had left when he was sixteen to work with his father and, as he was the only son, the business would no doubt be his one day. But that was a long time ahead, of course.
He had more money to splash around than the lads at school. He didnât own a car of his own, not yet, but he was saving up for one. On occasions he borrowed his fatherâs Morris Oxford. On rare occasions that was; Mr Hill guarded his car like the crown jewels, but Debbie felt like a princess when they drove along the promenade of Whitesands Bay.
He was good looking, in a funny sort of way with blondish hair that always looked untidy no matter what he did to it. He had strong features, with a rather longish nose, and a merry smile that showed a little gap in his front teeth. Debbie couldnât help boasting about him at school, because he was older and took her to places that the lads at school couldnât afford.
Some of the girls had boyfriends, mainly lads in the same form at Kelder Bank. Her best friend, Shirley Crompton, had been âgoing outâ with Ryan Gregson, a lad in their form, for a few months. At least that was what Shirley called it, although Debbie guessed that they didnât often go out anywhere. They just hung about together at school, at break times and dinner time. One problem was that he didnât live in Whitesands Bay as Shirley did, but in South Shields, several miles away, so they didnât meet all that often away from school. Shirley sometimes went to watch him play football on a Saturday. He was the goalie in the school team, being a tall, well-built lad, far more muscular than many of his peer group, and he had bright ginger hair.
Debbie had the feeling that he didnât like her very much, and so she decided that she wasnât too keen on him either.
âYour friend Debbie, sheâs a real little bossy boots, isnât she?â he had remarked to Shirley. âAnd always showing off about something or other. I canât understand why youâre so friendly with her. I must say, you hold your own with her though, donât you? She needs taking down a peg or two.â
âSheâs alright,â Shirley would reply. âI like her. Iâve been friends with her ever since we were in the infant school, and we went to Brownies and Sunday school together as well. And our mums are friends. Yes, I know she shows off a bit. I must admit Iâm sick of hearing about this marvellous Kevin. Iâve met him
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