Fifteen Going on Grown Up
was something the girls often did to each other, a bit like using nicknames.
    “I want to check out some eye make-up advertised on television.” Hally and Corrinne raised their eyebrows. “I know that’s a surprise, but I just thought it was about time I started to look more like a woman.”
    Hally and Corrinne giggled. They found this remark more than just funny. To them it was hilarious since Clia looked older than both of them and had developed her figure quite some time before either of them. She was also very pretty with dark thick hair and big brown eyes.
    “Clia, you are stunning and you already look like a woman.”
    Hally told her friend.
    “Well sometimes, one has to simply enhance what one has already got.”
    Clia told them with a very straight face. This made the other two giggle again and then Clia herself joined in. Still laughing the three girls made their way towards Chandlers.
    After spending some time shopping and window shopping the girls made their way towards the Hotspot café. As they neared the café they could see it was very busy. Hally slowed her pace, dropping behind her friends a little the nearer they got. Corrinne not only noticed but knew exactly what was bothering Hally.
    “Hey Hally, don’t look so petrified. Everything is going to be ok.”
    Corrinne and Clia also slowed down so they were level with Hally and on either side of her. They linked her arms to give her encouragement. Together the three girls approached the café door.
    Just as they were about to push open the door, it was pulled from the inside and standing in front of them was the very boy they had come to see. Hally felt herself blushing and tried to pull away from her friends. All she wanted to do was turn and run. Inside she felt embarrassed and shaky, she simply did not know what to do and since the girls were still linked they were blocking the entrance. However the boy didn’t seem to want to get past, in fact he moved to one side and held the door for the girls to pass through. As they separated to get through the open door, Hally dared a glimpse at his face and to her horror he smiled and spoke.
    “Hey, you were here yesterday, how are you?”
    Hally could only stare back. She seemed to have lost the ability to talk, inside she was churning and thinking he must think she was dumb. Clia came to her rescue.
    “Oh hi, yeah we did drop in yesterday. Hally how’s your throat?” Turning back to the boy. “She has a bit of laryngitis so her voice keeps coming and going.”
    The boy looked at Hally and stretched his arm out indicating a table near the window.
    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Why don’t you sit by the window and I’ll get you some cold drinks.”
    Hally still couldn’t respond. She wanted to run and hide but at the same time she wanted to speak to him. Here was her chance, the boy she had taken a serious liking to was actually speaking to her, (or was he? she thought, maybe it was Clia that he wanted to talk to) but no, he was looking right at her. Taking a deep breath and forcing herself to smile, she finally managed to find her voice.
    “Oh, thanks…so…so do you work here then?”
    Behind her Clia and Corrinne were beaming.
    “Yeah, I wanted a part time job and luckily I found this one, it fits in well with my plans. I’m starting sixth form in September.”
    The boy told Hally this as they moved towards the table.
    “So what drinks can I get you girls?”
    He asked them smiling brightly as they settled at the table. Hally sat so she was facing into the café and could see him walking back to the counter. Clia and Corrinne sat opposite her. Breathing a big sigh of relief, she turned to her two friends.
    “Thanks Clia. I froze. It was awful, I couldn’t speak. He must think I’m really stupid.”
    “Nah, I reckon he guessed you were nervous.”
    Clia told her matter of factly.
    “So, what should I do now. Maybe ‘cos he works here he was just being polite and doing his job, you know

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