Every friday he goes to the under 18 disco at 'The Twilight Zone' with his mates. You can hardly breathe for the aftershave and have to stand several feet away lest you're to be covered in hair gel. Most evenings when I pick him up I hear tales of 'getting off' which basically involves a quick snog with a total stranger, different to my youth but what the hell. I believe his personal record is seven 'geting off's in one night.
Last night he phoned me asking not to pick him up as he's walking a girl to the bus stop and can he come home a little late? How could I refuse him? but I did wait up and insist on details.
Josh has met 'Scarlett' a 'hot, fine, hot' chick from 'Helston' (which is ten miles away!) and is on his way there as I type at this (midday here), she is the same age as him and the attraction is mutual apparently. The phone numbers have been exchanged and I witnessed a barrage of texts this morning, I've never seen him so serious about a girl before...or so nervous. I do hope it goes well for him. Teenagers eh?
