Don't Kiss Girls and Other Silly Stories

Pat Flynn grew up running around an old dairy farm in Queensland before moving to the Australian Institute of
Sport in Canberra on a tennis scholar
ship. After playing and coaching on the professional circuit he became a teacher, where his observations of young people – their interests and stories – led to him
writing a series about a teenage skateboarder called Alex Jackson. Pat now writes and lives on the Sunshine Coast.

To the Light
was shortlisted for the 2006 CBCA Book Awards, and
The Tuckshop Kid
received an Honour Book prize in the 2007 Awards, as well as being shortlisted for the Qld Premier's Literary Award. His latest books include The Adventures of Danny series,
The Toilet Kid
,
The Trophy Kid
and
My Totally Awesome Story
. Pat likes to start the day with a surf and end it walking along the beach with his wife and kids. He also enjoys the occasional game of tennis.

www.patflynnwriter.com

Also by Pat Flynn

Alex Jackson: Grommet

Alex Jackson: SWA

Alex Jackson: Closing Out

Alex Jackson: Dropping In

To the Light

The Line Formation

The Tuckshop Kid

The Toilet Kid

The Trophy Kid

Adventures of Danny 1: Beeware

Adventures of Danny 2: Treeified

Adventures of Danny 3: Snowidea

My Totally Awesome Story

To Lyn – I miss you.

Introduction

Guess what? I'm dead.

Luckily, there's an afterlife, although I don't know much about it yet. I'm waiting in some sort of limbo land but I must be leaving soon because I've been told to hand my voice recorder to an angel named Angel (how funny's that?), who'll give it to a lady named Michele, who I met on a bus.

That bus ride seems a long time ago. Before Rhiannon, Lacey and Ashleigh – all contenders for the title of ‘love of my life'. Before I got Kane out in cricket, and way before the best night ever, which only ended because Devo killed me.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's get back to the bus ride. I was riding solo that day and there were no hot girls to sit next to, so I plonked down beside a skinny lady. Before I could put my earphones in, she asked me a random question.

‘What's your favourite book?'

‘I don't read books.'

‘Why not?' she asked.

I thought for a bit. ‘Because whenever we read a book at school all the characters sound like old people. Why can't they speak like cool dudes like me?'

‘I don't know.' She adjusted her reading glasses and checked me out more closely. ‘So you're saying that if someone like you were in a book you'd read it?'

‘Heck, yeah! If there was a book about my life
everyone
would read it.'

She stretched out her hand and I was a bit suss but I shook it anyway. It wasn't often I got to touch a female who wasn't related. Her grip was surprisingly firm.

‘My name's Michele and I work for a company that makes books. Would you write one for us?'

‘Me? Write one of those things you read?'

‘Yes.'

‘No,' I said. It sounded too much like school work.

‘I'll pay you,' she said.

I reached out and we shook hands again. ‘You've got a deal.'

*

The good thing was I didn't have to do any actual writing, which was just as well because I'm not the best speller in the world. I think I've got dysexlia. Michele gave me a voice recorder and I told stories about my life. It was easy because I like talking about myself and for some reason lots of funny and crazy stuff happens to me. Like getting killed, for instance. Michele typed the stories up and before you can say ‘bestseller' – here we are at the end. Which for you is the beginning.

So this is it. I'm about to hit the ‘stop' button on my life, but before I do I want to finish with a few shout outs.

To those left behind – I'll miss you. Not only Rhi, Lacey and Ash, but my weird family and mad mates like Kane, Gavin and Brains. But one person I won't miss is Devo. Even if his expensive lawyers twist the facts and keep him out of the slammer, everyone who reads this book will know the truth – he's a killer
and
a really bad poet.

And to all the cool kids who spend their hard-earned money on this book – hope you enjoy flicking through the pages of my life. It wasn't always pretty but it was pretty fun, and that's all you can ask of a life, really. That and a girlfriend who knows how to kiss.

Yours faithfully, truly and sincerely

From the one and only

Tony Ross

Remote-Controlled Helicopter

‘Hey, Kane. Can I've a go?'

‘I don't know, Rossy. This controller's really sensitive.'

Kane reckons he's good at everything, even flying a remote-controlled helicopter. He's only been doing it for twenty minutes so he can't be that good.

‘I'll be careful,' I say.

‘Promise?'

‘Of course.' I cross my heart with my thumb.

‘Hmmm.' Kane strokes his chin. ‘That's what you said when you borrowed my basketball. It came back looking like a football.'

‘Hey, that was Dad's fault!' It's true. Dad forgot to look in the rear-view mirror when he was backing out of the driveway.

Now Kane scratches his head. ‘You also promised to be careful before you crashed my bike.'

I knew he'd bring that up. ‘I swear, mate, that wheelchair ran into
me
! Anyway …' It's time he learnt that two can play the blame game. ‘… what about the time you broke my cricket bat?'

‘That's because you bowled a shot-put at me!'

‘So? You didn't have to hit it.'

He turns back to the chopper and my left eye starts twitching. I'm addicted to fun and if I don't have some soon, my whole body will go into a spasm. ‘Come on, mate. Just one turn? Please?'

Kane sighs. ‘I'll think about it.'

This is ridiculous! He can't say no because I
gave
him the helicopter. Today is Kane's birthday and I came around to drop off his present and eat his cake.
He moved across the road
years ago, back when I was still wetting the bed, an
d we've been friends ever since.

After a few seconds of thinking, Kane passes over the remote. But right before I can grab it, he pulls it away. ‘First, I'll just show you how it's done,' he says.

I try not to roll my eyes. He's been showing me for the past twenty minutes. The small red and black chopper is sitting in the backyard. Kane pulls on the lever and the helicopter slowly rises, hovers for about 30 seconds, and then lands back on the grass.

‘See that? Perfect!'

Looked pretty boring to me. I'd like to see it whiz and dive like an Apache helicopter. But I'm not gonna tell Kane that.

‘Yeah. Good one,' I say. I hold my hand out like a beggar and this time Kane gives it up. Cool! Before he can change his mind, I yank up the lever. With a loud hum, the blades spin clockwise and the helicopter rises, heaps faster than when Kane did it. This is so awesome!

‘Careful,' says Kane.

I'm too busy tipping the lever to the left to answer. The chopper tilts at a 45-degree angle, cutting through the sky like a bird as it heads towards the neighbour's place. Now that's what I call flying.

‘Bring it back, Rossy.'

‘Sure.' I tilt the lever to the right and the helicopter obeys, turning and picking up speed as it zooms back towards Kane's house.

‘Bring it down!' he orders.

This is so easy that I don't know what Kane's worried about. But I better do what he says before he gives birth to a cow. I pull the lever downwards and expect the helicopter to dip back towards me.

It doesn't.

‘Rossy! Bring it down now!'

I yank down on the stick but it's like the copter's got a mind of its own. It's heading towards the brick wall of the house.

Far out!

The good news is the helicopter doesn't slam into the wall. The bad news is it keeps rising, right over the roof of Kane's house and out of our sight.

Kane and I look at each other, then bolt around to the front yard.

‘There it is!' he yells.

The chopper's about as high as the telegraph poles and zooming down the street. Kane rips the controller out of my hands but the helicopter's still not listening. As if it would listen to Kane and not me. It's a runaway chopper.

We sprint after it, turning left on Wright Street and right on Wong Way. But even though we're the fastest runners in our grade the helicopter flies even faster, turning into a red and black speck as it heads towards the Sunland Shopping Plaza. When we can't see it anymore, we stop.

‘Maybe someone will pick it up when it lands,' I pant. ‘Did you write your name on it?'

Kane's eyes narrow. ‘I just got it, remember?'

I could point out that he could have written his name on it straightaway, but I don't. I'm a thoughtful bloke. We begin the long walk home.

‘You owe me a helicopter,' says Kane.

I could point out that if it wasn't for me he'd never have had a helicopter in the first place, but I don't. Thoughtful yet again. Besides, he's in an extra bad mood because while we were chasing the chopper he stepped in dog poo. He didn't see it because he was looking up at the sky. It's pretty funny, though I'm trying not to laugh.

To tell you the truth, I don't want to buy Kane another helicopter because I'm saving up for tickets to the monster truck show. I won't tell him that – I'll just wait for him to calm down. By tomorrow, we'll probably be laughing about all this, even the dog poo.

Back at Kane's house, he reads out the instructions. He probably should have done that before he started using it.

‘The turbo mini-helicopter is very susceptible to wind gusts. Once out of range it will no longer respond to the remote control but keep flying until the battery is flat.'

‘Whoa,' I say. ‘That baby is probably still going. Pretty cool, when you think about it.'

Kane looks at me. ‘I repeat, you owe me a helicopter.'

*

‘What happened to you?' I ask.

At school the next day, Kevin ‘Brains' McMahon has a neck brace and a bandage over his nose.

‘I was in an accident.'

‘Did you blow yourself up in a science experiment?' asks Kane.

I laugh. I can't help it. It's not nice but it's funny.

‘No, Steele,' says Brains. ‘Mum had a car accident.'

‘What happened?' I ask.

‘We were pulling out of the Sunland Shopping Plaza when something landed on our windscreen. Mum got a fright, slammed on the brakes, and the passenger airbag did this.' He points to his mangled face.

‘Whoa! That airbag should fight in the UFC,' I say.

Kane frowns. ‘What did it look like?'

‘A giant grey balloon,' Brains answers.

‘Not the airbag, the thing that hit your windscreen.'

Brains thinks for a second. ‘A remote-controlled
helicopter. Dad says when he finds out who did it he'll sue them.'

‘I don't think Sue will scare them,' I say. That's Brains' little sister.

‘No, dimwit,' Kane says to me. ‘He means the type of sue where you get all their money.'

I can't believe Kane called me a ‘dimwit'. He's the one who whacked a shot-put with a cricket bat.

‘My dad's a great lawyer so he'll win for sure,' says Brains. ‘We just have to find out who's responsible. Dad's already hired a private investigator so it's just a matter of time.'

It's quiet for a bit, except for the sound of Kane nervously tapping two fingers against his chest. I start doing it too. Then Kane says to Brains, ‘Let's say someone owns the helicopter but someone else was flying it. Who has to pay the money then?'

I lean forward. It's a good question.

‘I'd say it would be the person flying it,' says Brains, ‘although the owner may have to pay a percentage if he didn't take proper precautions like telling the person to be careful.'

Kane glances at me. I look at Brains. ‘What if the kid doesn't have any money?'

‘Dad will get it from their parents. The family will be living in a cardboard box when he's finished with them.' Brains chuckles, then clutches at his jaw. ‘Oww! Remind me not to laugh.'

The bell rings and we head off to our English class. As we're walking, Kane puts his arm on my shoulder and whispers into my ear, ‘If you don't want your family living on the streets, I'd be dropping off a package to me very soon.'

That afternoon I stop at The Reject Shop and spend my last twelve bucks. Then I drop in at Kane's house. He nods when I hand him the box.

I watch him fly his new helicopter for a while. We've gone down to the local cricket field, away from shopping centres, people and cars. Kane's not bad – slowly learning how to make the chopper do circles. But I know I'd be better at it.

After ten minutes I start to fidget, and at twenty, I can't stop myself.

‘Hey, Kane. Can I've a go?'