‘Are you nervous?’ she asked. ‘Me? What about?’ ‘Tomorrow. The Show.’ ‘I can make myself sick just by thinking about it.’ ‘You’ll be fine. I can hold your hand.’ ‘Gee, thanks. Then they’ll totally ignore me.’ ‘I wouldn’t be so sure about that,’ Katie scoffed. ‘Guys like a bit of girl-on-girl.’ ‘Oh, that’s just . . . gross.’ ‘Have you ever kissed a girl?’ ‘What? Yes, my nan. My mum.’ ‘No, seriously pashed another girl who wasn’t part of your family.’ ‘Katie, this is me you’re talking to. Don’t . . . I can’t believe you’d even ask.’ ‘Hey, don’t knock what you haven’t tried.’ ‘Have you?’ ‘I might have.’ ‘You’re sick.’ It was dark in the room and I could hear her moving in her bed. For a horrible moment I thought she was moving closer. ‘Kaaaatie?’ ‘What?’ It sounded as if she was still on the other side of the room. ‘Doesn’t matter.’ ‘Oh my god, did you think I was . . . Now who’s the sick one?
