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Sunday June 11th
12:08 AM
I am once again full of confusinosity. And on the rack of love. Again. Triple poo and also merde. I am on the rack of love so often I might as well buy a vacation home there.
Seven minutes later
I must eschew Dave the Laugh with a firm hand. Although I never actually succeed in the eschewing part.
Two minutes later
When we stopped the snogging extravaganza for air, Dave looked at me for a long time and then said "What am I going to do with you, Georgia?"
That in itself was odd, as he always calls me "Gorgeous" or "Kittykat", etc. Then I blurted out,
"I think the queen has lost her crown, let me go find it!" and ran for the tent.
I couldn't think of anything sane to say to him, and the moment was sort of awkward, so I could only run. I went to find Jas, but she was off stalking badgers with Hunky. Tres tres sad and thrice pathetico. I grabbed Rosie and managed to tear her away from Sven and dragged her back to the tent. I just couldn't tell her what happened, and was just sitting there thinking and thinking when she said, "Cracking time, wasn't it? Even when Sven knocked down the tent!" Then she laughed like a loon. So I am all alone in my two-time-osity. I can't tell Jas what happened or she'll never let it go, on and on she'll tell me how sorry I should feel, etc. etc. Life does not get any more crap.
In the tent
6:24 AM
Woke from sleep by loud giggled and shhhh-ing near the tent. I peeked under the canvas and almost wet myself with shock on the spot. There, hand in hand, were Miss Wilson and Herr Kamyer! Oh my giddygodspajamas! I could do nothing but watch with horrified fascination as they giggled off into the woods together. I think I'll just go back to sleep and never think about this again. Maybe it's all just some bad nightmare. I hope.
Breakfast
9:32 AM
Sadly, my forgetting-about-the-Miss-Wilson-and-Herr-Kamyer-fiasco plan didn't work, as the mental image of them snogging on a fallen tree is branded into my brain. Oh, the torture. I told the whole ace gang about it and the all cried "Erlack, erlack! Disgusting!" about a million times, which is about the sanest thing you can say when that picture wedges itself into your brain.
Miss Wilson is eating next to Herr Kamyer, who has never before so expertly portrayed his role as dithering champion for the German nation. They keep glancing at each other, turning bright red, and go back to their eggs and milky coffee. Honestly. They have no pride to speak of.
On the bus
11:29 AM
Finally, on our way back to civilization! The word is from Jas that the lads left early this morning to avoid being seen, but this was the only useful information she could tell me. Then it was all "Oooh, we found some vole droppings," and "There was a badger that looked right at us, and I think it winked!"
"Jas."
"What?"
"Shut up."
Then she got all huffy-knickers with me. And then she did the worst thing of all:
"So what did you and Dave talk about when you snuck off to the river?"
I couldn't believe her! Right in front of everyone, and what could I say?
"Er, we just, you know, chatted, and…that's it."
She gave me a look that was not what you'd call understanding for someone who is supposedly my besty and loves me.
At home
4:02 PM
Nobody greeted me when I got home, so as usual to give a hint I shouted, "Good afternoon, Georgia! So lovely to see you! Did you have a nice time? Let me get you a bowl of the delicious soup I have just made for you and-"
"Georgia, SHUT UP." Came my darling vati's reply from the couch. Lovely. I dragged myself up the stairs and into my bedroom, where I threw myself into bed (which was quite painful as Libby had left scuba-diving Barbie in it and one of her steel-fork arms jabbed me in the back.) Oooh, what will I do about Masimo? I know the answer, though: I will stay true to him and put an end to my fresh outbreak of red bottom.
9:48 PM
I am vair, vair, and triple vair excited! My parents, in a rare fit of sanity, have said I can go to visit the Luuurve God in Pizza-a-gogo land! I leave Wednesday and will be staying for a week. I'm going to phone Masimo right now to tell him.
10:14 PM
Just finished phoning the Italian Stallion, which did not take long because I couldn't think of much to say. I was interrupted by Libby, who had Mr. Carrot, her new "fwend", and Our Lord Sandra with her and tried to make me read her a new book, "Black Beauty", about a horse and some soppy nitwits who brush it. I just got her to bother Mum instead and have begun my beautifying regime.
5 minutes later
When I phoned, Masimo's vati answered.
"Ciao."
"Er, ciao, ah I have phoniod to talkio to Masimo. Is he…Er, therio?"
"I do speak English, miss."
"Oh! Well…"
"Here he is."
"Ciao." It was Masimo.
Oh my giddygodspajamas, he sounded sooooo gorgey on the phone. Was my eyeliner on straight?
"Err…Ciao. How's Italy? Anyway, I called to tell you…My parents are letting me come and see you!!!"
"Ah, Georgia, caro, this is great! When are you coming?"
"Wednesday!"
"Ah, this is good, I am, how you say, on the edge of the seat waiting for you."
Awwww, he is so sweet. Although he doesn't nip libble very much. Shut up, brain.
12:42 AM
Pizza-a-gogo, here I come!!!
The Park
12:43 PM
Jas and I are laying on blankets, chatting and lad spotting. She forgot already that she is supposed to be ignorez-vousing me. Sad. I said to her,
"Guess what, Jas? My M and V have decided to let me go to the Luuurve God in Pizza-a-gogo! Fab, isn't it?"
"You mean he hasn't realized that you are too mad to go out with?"
I resisted the urge to hit her. She had pulled out a little mirror from her handbag and was fiddling with her fringe. Avoiding slapping her hand (tempting), I said with all the dignosity I could muster,
"No, and he wants to see me sooner than when he comes home. I'm leaving in two days. What should I wear on the plane? Go for comfort with small accessories to liven it up, or go for the "I have such effortless beauty I can wear what ever I want and be comfortable" look with a short skirt and roll neck top?"
"What I want to know is, what really happened with you and Dave at the campsite on Saturday?"
"I can't tell you, it is a secret that will be with me forever."
Home
1:52 PM
Packing for my Luuurve trip. Jas has been lecturing me for the past 40 years (I accidently told her that Dave the Laugh snogged me by the river. I didn't tell her that he had said he loved me, because I'm not exactly sure what he meant. He did say "You are an honorary bloke" in the same sentence, so you never know.)
On the bright side, Ellen is now seeing Dec and so might not tear off my head and put it on a stake outside my house if she finds out about me and Dave. Now, on to more important things. Should I pack my boy entrancers? Yes, definitely, there might be some marvy Pizza-a-gogo club Masimo will want to bring me to. Oh, the excitementosity. I have one suitcase for makeup, and two for clothes. Vati made me promise to only bring two suitcases, but you can't have everything. I am going to implode I am so excited! And also a bit nervous about flying all aloney on my owny all the way to Pizza-a-gogo.
3:31 PM
Phone is ringing. Ring, ring, ring. I yelled, "You all just lay around drinking veno tinto, and your tired daughter, exhausted from her grueling days in the wilderness, will get the phone." My darling Mum yelled back, "Okay, thanks!" Honestly. Tramp, tramp, down the stairs, answer the phone.
Five minutes later
It was Dave the Laugh! He wants to meet me for a coffee later. Fan-bloody-tastic, now I'll have to do my hamster coffee thing to avoid the Santa Clause moustache thing so popular with the severely deranged.
3:59 PM
What should I wear? Jeans or skirt? Damn, why do I always have to go through this? I'm going for the skirt, and that is it.
One minute later
I've decided against the boy entrancers, as I do not want to seem too keen. Which I am not. And I'm wearing my jeans.
Ten minutes later
Oh, bloody hell. Libby has just thrown a jar of tomato sauce at me by accident when she tripped over Our Lord Sandra on the way up the stairs. I won't even ask where she got a jar of tomato sauce or why she was carrying it. Change top, put on skirt….
4:22 PM
And I'm off!
My first ever fanfic. R+R appreciated. I love you all!