Too fat for vintage.

Parties, new friends, and not-so-bad boys.

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Dear Diary,

Sorry I didn't write last night, it was late and I was out for the count. I have SO much to update you on.

I know what you're thinking. There is NO WAY I just arrived home from the most perfect date with James, and that he really isn't so bad and that I just had to make him see past my weight. Well, you're right, there is no way. Maybe he isn't so bad though, after all.

Anyway, once I'd dithered about by my front door for approximately five minutes. I worked up the nerve to clomp out to the car and reach out a slightly clammy hand to open the passenger seat. That was before realising there was someone sitting there. A girl. I sheepishly pulled my hand away, now admittedly a lot clammier, and climbed into the back seat, wondering what was going on. Hundreds of questions were running through my mind. The main one being: 'is this girl his real date? If so, why am I here?'

My questions were answered soon after, when he said, 'So chubs-OW-Alison, this is the cousin I was telling you about. As I said, she's just moved here and needs a friend. I noticed you were desperate and practically gagging for one. So I thought you might get on.' I timidly glanced over at his cousin, and already liked the look of her. She wasn't fat. The first thing I noticed, she was just right. I'd take a guess of maybe 120 pounds? She was sporting an electric blue streak in her dark hair, and a nose ring in her left nostril. She had a cheeky grin on her face, but the thing I liked most about her was the swift kick she gave James when he went to call me his usual nickname, Chubster.

'Aren't you even going to introduce me then, J?' She looked mildly irritated with 'J'. 'I'm Alexa, but my friends call me Lexi.'

'Oh . . . I'm Alison, but my friends call me Ally' I said this in hope that she would pick what she would call me, giving me an indication on whether to call her Alexa or Lexi.

'Okay Ally' I sighed in relief at her calling me Ally. 'So is this going to be a great party or some dive?'

PARTY?! WHAT! I had NOT signed up for a party. I had never entered a high school party in my life, and hadn't intended to. I had a minute long inner battle on what I should do, before deciding we were already en route and I didn't exactly have a choice, unless I was willing to stop, drop and roll out of the car. Not something I was keen to do. Although my extra padding may soften the blow

'Erm' Expectant pause. I'm not sure' I finally reply.

This is when James, or J as Lexi called him, speaks up. 'Give the poor girl a break, Ally's never been to a party in her life.'

I blushed a deep scarlet and failed to meet Lexi's eyes, certain that this girl with a clear 'fuck it' attitude will no longer want nothing to do with me.

'Cool, well glad to be showing you the ropes.'

I almost gasp in relief at this.

Dear Diary,

Sorry. Mum made me go shopping with her. It was painful, I've got a splitting headache and the sight of food has been making my stomach roar recently. Anyway.

We got to the party, which happened to be at a boy from my English class' house. I really did assume that when I walked in, everyone would turn and gasp at the sight of Alison Johnston at a real party! For the first time! However, I guess life isn't really a movie and not even a single person acknowledged me when I walked in. James quickly left Lexi and me standing there in the throng of people.