for the one weekend at the beginning of March when Ruaraidh came down to meet her mom and step-dad. Holly said her mom kicked up a bit of a fuss ‘cause she was dating a guy who was eighteen (she didn’t seem to mind that he had an extra finger on his left hand, though), but Holly’ll be sixteen in a couple of months so it’s not really that big an age difference. I mean, Devon turned nineteen in February, and you don’t see Brother or Mom saying anything about me dating him. Then again, I will be seventeen in just two weeks (woohoo! Can’t wait!), and I am very mature for my age and all.
Anyhoo, Holly and I talked about what she was going to wear when she went up to see Ruaraidh, and what she would say, and what he was likely to say back to her, and how she should respond to that, and what he would think of the latest sweater she’d knitted him (she’s up to five now. I’m still trying to knit my darling Devon a lump-free scarf, but I’ve only got a couple of inches that actually look like scarf), what she was going to do when he kissed her, and all that other stuff you have to talk about when you’ve been away from your BF for months and months and months. You know how she is—obsessed! It’s hard to get a word in when she’s going on and on and on about Ruaraidh, but I’m sure that’s just because she misses him so much.
Aren’t you glad I’m not like that?
Not that I could be, since Dev has been soooo attentive (*fans self*). Because he’s perfect, and because I’m a GF extraordinaire, I called him after Holly went over what she should say to Ruaraidh for the fifth time. Five is my limit—indulging in conversation practice more than that makes you sound stilted, like you’ve been...well, practicing.
“Snuggle bunny!” I said when Devon answered his cell phone (they call them mobile phones here, which I guess makes sense, because what exactly is a cellular?). “I’m back, and guess what? I’m going to have a baby!”
Devon made an odd sort of choking noise. “You’re...you’re what? But we haven’t...you told me you wanted to wait...you’re still a...is it Fang? Is that it? You told me no, but you’ve been shagging my best mate?”
Whoa! I wanted to tease him, but suddenly Devon sounded all pissed off and hurty and stuff. “Of course I haven’t...you know...with Fang. He’s my best friend, too.” [Besides, you, of course. You’re my BFF, but Fang’s a sweety and he’s my best guy friend. Next to Devon, but Dev doesn’t count because he’s a BF, and BFs rank higher than just a guy friend. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Devon.] “I would never do that to you, Devon, you know that! I’m the one who told you that you couldn’t date any other girls if we were going to go together, so why do you think I’d tell you that and not do the same?”
“But...you said you’re pregnant—”
I made a face at the phone. I know it was a teensy bit mean, but I was a little insulted by what he said. You know that my main concern with him all along has been that he’s the flirtiest guy on two legs, and I wasn’t absopositively sure he could just be with me without going for another girl, but he has, which is why he’s the perfect Mr. Emily. “I never said that, you boob. I said I was going to have a baby. And I am. From Wednesday to Friday, then I have to turn it back in to Horseface Naylor.”
Devon said something I’m not going to repeat because I know you don’t like it when people go potty mouth, then heaved a big sigh. “Oh, the pregnancy prevention doll. I forgot they are doing that at Gobotty now. They didn’t when I was there.”
“It’s going to be fun. Brother is already threatening to go away if I leave my baby lying around so it annoys him. And just think, while I have the baby, you’ll be a daddy!”
Devon swore again. “It’s only for a few days, I don’t suppose I’ll have much to do with it.”
“Sure you will! I have to help you on Wednesday pick out what to wear to Paris, and then on Thursday you promised to take me to the new Johnny Depp movie, so we’ll have