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The World of David Walliams 4 Book Collection. David Walliams
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Автор произведения David Walliams
Издательство HarperCollins
“I guess you like it then?” asked Lisa, still giggling.
“Yes… it’s just a bit…”
“Strange?”
“Yes. A bit strange.”
“You look good, though,” offered Lisa.
“Really?” said Dennis. He was enjoying lying on the carpet with Lisa a little too much and felt embarrassed, so he got up and looked at himself in the mirror again. Lisa followed him.
“Yeah, in fact you look great,” she said. “You know what?”
“What?” asked Dennis eagerly.
“I think you could fool anybody dressed like that. You look just like a girl.”
“Really? Are you sure?” Dennis looked at himself again in the mirror, squinting. He tried to imagine that he was looking at a stranger.
He did look a bit like a girl…
“Yeah,” said Lisa. “I’m sure. You look amazing. Do you want to try on something else?”
“I don’t know if I should,” said Dennis, suddenly self-conscious. “Someone might come in.”
“My mum and dad are at the garden centre. It’s so boring but they love it there! Trust me, they won’t be back for hours.”
“Well, maybe this one then?” said Dennis, displaying a long purple dress that Lisa had copied from one she’d seen Kylie wear at an awards do.
“Nice choice!”
Then he tried on a short red dress that Lisa’s mum had bought for her to wear to a family wedding, then a little yellow puff-ball skirt from the 1980s that her Auntie Sue had passed onto her, then a lovely nautical-themed blue and white striped dress that Lisa had found in Cancer Research.
That afternoon, Dennis ended up trying on everything in Lisa’s wardrobe. Gold shoes, silver shoes, red shoes, green shoes, boots, big handbags, little handbags, clutch-bags, blouses, long flowing skirts, mini-skirts, earrings, bangles, hair scrunchies, fairy wings, even a tiara!
“It’s not fair,” said Dennis. “Girls have got all the best stuff!”
“Rules don’t apply here,” laughed Lisa. “Dennis, you can be whoever you want to be!”
The next morning Dennis was in bed lying perfectly still, but he felt like he was on a rollercoaster. His mind was racing. Dressing up had made him feel like he didn’t have to be boring Dennis living his boring life anymore. I can be whoever I want to be! he thought.
He took a shower. The bathroom was dark green like an avocado. Dennis had never understood why his parents had chosen such a revolting colour for a bathroom. If he had been consulted he would have installed a white antique bath, which he would have complemented with black and white tiles. But being a child, he’d never been asked for his opinion.
To use the shower you needed the precision of a safe cracker. Turn the dial one millimetre to the left or right and the water would go either ice cold or boiling hot. Dennis positioned the dial exactly where it should be so as not to be frozen or scalded to death, and squeezed some Imperial Leather shower gel on his hand. It was what he did every morning. It was part of the grinding routine of his life. Yet somehow the world felt different. Burning with possibilities.
Downstairs in the kitchen, John was eating his toast and chocolate spread and watching the Hollyoaks omnibus.
“Dad gone already?” asked Dennis.
“Yeah, I heard him leave at four. Didn’t the lorry wake you up?”
“No. Don’t think so.”
“He said something about having to be up early to take some cat food to Doncaster.”
Dennis thought how his dad’s life as a lorry driver wasn’t as glamorous as it sounded.
And it didn’t sound that glamorous to begin with.
Dennis poured himself some Rice Krispies, and just as he was about to eat a spoonful the doorbell rang. It was a confident ring, long and loud.
Dennis and John were so curious about who it could be at the door on a Sunday morning that they both rushed to open it. The postman didn’t come on a Sunday, nor indeed in the morning anymore, preferring to do his round at some hour of his choosing in the afternoon.
It wasn’t the postman.
It was Lisa.
“Hi,” she said.
“Er…” said John, now suddenly unable to form words.
Dennis knew John fancied Lisa–he stared at her all the time at school. But then everybody fancied Lisa. She was so utterly gorgeous that probably even the hearts of squirrels missed a beat when she walked by.
“Um, what do you want?” asked John awkwardly, unable to function properly in this close proximity to beauty.
“I’ve come to see Dennis,” she said.
“Oh,” said John. He turned to Dennis with a look of hurt and injustice in his eyes, like a dog about to be put down.
“Come in,” said Dennis, loving how much all this was winding John up. “I’m just having breakfast.”
Dennis led Lisa into the kitchen. They sat down.
“Oh, I love Hollyoaks,” said Lisa.
“Yeah, I do too,” said Dennis.
John shot him a look that clearly stated, You filthy liar, you have never previously expressed any interest in the long-running, Chester-based teen soap opera.
Dennis ignored him. “Do you want anything to eat?” he asked Lisa.
“No, I’m fine. I’d love a cup of tea though.”
“Cool,” said Dennis, and put some water in the kettle. John gave him another look. This one clearly said, You never say “cool”. I’m so angry I’m going to have to tear off your head and use it as a football.
“I had fun yesterday,” said Lisa.
“Y—yes,” said Dennis tentatively, not wanting to give too much away in front of his brother. “I had a great time…” He knew he was driving his brother insane with jealousy so added, “…with you.”
“WE ARE MEANT TO BE GOING UP THE PARK TO PLAY FOOTBALL NOW,” said John, trying to put emphasis on every word to sound authoritative, but actually only sounding a bit mad.
“You go ahead. I’m gonna chill with Lisa for a while.” Dennis looked at John and smiled. Lisa smiled too.
They smiled John out of the room.
Lisa and Dennis listened to the door shutting behind him. Lisa laughed excitedly at all the intrigue.
“Well, how do you feel today?” she asked.
“Well… I just feel… great!” said Dennis.
“I’ve had an idea,” said Lisa. “Crazy, but…”
“Go on.”
“Well, you know what I said about how you could fool everyone into thinking you were a girl?”