Jill: do you think he’s handsome?
Gail: Handsome isn’t quite the word I’d use, cute, good looking, cheeky, maybe. Those dimples, pale green eyes and tight perky bum are a class above the other boys
Jill: is he your boyfriend?
Gail: NO! Why d’you think that?
Jill: Well, I saw you holding hands and you’re always hanging-out together after school
Gail: no, he’s just a friend, I keep thinking I should fancy him, what with him being so pretty and all, but I don’t… …don’t know why
Jill: are you gay?
Gail: don’t think so, I don’t fancy any girls
Jill: do you fancy any boys?
Gail: no. It’s really disappointing, I keep hoping that it’s just because I haven’t met the right boy yet, but how many boys do you have to meet? Everyone else seems to find people to go out with and snog in the corridors.
Jill: what about Andy? He’s nice, tall, funny and clever, there’s a whole load of girls want to go out with him, you sit next to him in maths and history and you go round his place after class, some of the girls are really jealous
Gail: Really?! He’d love to know that, can I tell him?
Jill: NO! way-too embarassin’
Gail: You too?! Why can’t I see it, whatever it is that he has that you all fancy