Model Misfit. Holly Smale

amount of very loud fighting the other day when I was sitting in the rhododendron outside her house waiting for you to come out.”

      Clearly Toby hasn’t moved on quite as much as I thought he had. “I’ve had an unexpected best-friend position open up,” I say tensely. “Would you like it?”

      “Would I?” Toby shouts, jumping up and down. “I mean, I would. Just to make that clear.”

      “Great,” I say sharply. “We’re now Best Friends. We can go and get some badges made up or something.”

      Toby bounces along next to me in contented silence, and then sighs. “I’m afraid I don’t think I can take the job, Harriet,” he says sadly. “You and Natalie are soulmates, except you don’t kiss. It would be wrong to try to ever separate you.”

      I make an ambiguous snorting noise. Soulmates are usually happy for each other when supermodel ex-boyfriends text them. “Either way, now I’m not going to Tokyo, it’s just you and me this summer.”