Mates, Dates and Cosmic Kisses

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Authors: Cathy Hopkins
be his stall and he hasn’t arrived yet.’
    ‘No,’ I groaned as I looked up the aisle. ‘And any one of these people could be his mum or his dad.’
    By the time we got to the end of the aisle, we’d seen about twelve stalls, some selling oils, some bath lotions, some burners, some books. But there was no sign of Mark.
    ‘We’re going to have to do the whole hall,’ sighed Nesta. ‘Maybe his mum’s stall has been put somewhere else.’
    I looked around. The hall was enormous; there had to be about three hundred, if not more, different stalls.
    ‘It’s going to take ages,’ I said. ‘Look, why don’t we split up? We’ve all got our mobiles. If you see him, call. If not, meet at the big clock at about one
o’clock.’
    ‘OK,’ said Lucy. ‘Let’s synchronise watches.’
    We all checked our watches.
    ‘Right, let’s go,’ said Nesta.
    This wasn’t part of my plan. Now the chances were he’d spot me on my own like some desperate saddo, wandering about looking for him. I began to think perhaps I
shouldn’t have gone at all.
    As I searched my area, I couldn’t help but be drawn into what was on sale. Really good stuff. I bought some organic bread and muesli, then a rose quartz pendant for my mum. I decided
I’d wear it just for the afternoon as the lady selling them told me that the stones soothe the nervous system and dispel fear. Just what I need at the moment, I thought, as each time I turned
a corner the butterflies came back. I also bought a book on Feng Shui and thought I could do my bedroom when I got home.
    I was just talking to a man about some detox potion when my phone rang. My heart lurched. Lucy or Nesta must have spotted Mark.
    ‘I’m going to the clock,’ said Nesta. ‘I’ve looked everywhere and there’s no sign of the culprit.’
    My heart sank. I looked at my watch. An hour had gone by already.
    ‘No show,’ said Lucy when I got to the clock. ‘Why don’t we go and get a hot chocolate?’
    We wandered to the snack bar where I bought the girls chocolates to thank them for their efforts and got myself a herb tea.
    ‘Ergh,’ said Nesta, smelling the cup. ‘How can you drink that stuff? It smells like washing-up water.’
    I took a sip and had to agree but I was determined to stay with my new regime no matter what.
    ‘I don’t think he’s coming,’ I said. ‘So much for Venus being well aspected today.’
    ‘It’s not over yet,’ said Lucy. ‘Don’t give up on him just yet.’
    ‘No,’ said Nesta. ‘Do give up. I reckon it’s when you give up that things happen.’
    ‘Thanks a lot! Give up, don’t give up . . .’ I laughed. ‘Rotten pair of agony aunts you two would make.’
    ‘Let’s just enjoy being here for a while,’ said Nesta. ‘Forget all about Mark for now.’
    ‘Don’t have much choice, do I?’ I said.
    We spent the next couple of hours having a good wander and trying out all the different things on offer. Nesta had an Indian head massage and Lucy and I had a reflexology session which was
really nice but Lucy ended up giggling as she said it tickled. Best was a massage chair which you sat in and it massaged up and down your back with rollers. It was wonderful and any other day I
would have loved being at the fair, but I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. Mark hadn’t phoned and he hadn’t come. The first time I see a boy I like and I don’t even get
the chance to get to know him and dazzle him with my brilliant personality.
    ‘Maybe something’s happened to him,’ I said. ‘Perhaps he’s had an accident.’
    ‘Perhaps he’s just a boy,’ said Nesta. ‘Unreliable. Forget him.’
    ‘And I have to go soon,’ said Lucy. ‘I have to get ready for tonight.’
    ‘Me too,’ grinned Nesta.
    ‘Why? Where are you going?’ I asked.
    ‘Baby-sitting.’
    ‘You baby-sitting? Why?’ I asked. I knew Nesta didn’t need to earn extra pocket money as her parents gave her a very generous allowance. There had to be an ulterior

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