I luuurve the characters, however, I do not own, them. Ugu.
Takes place after "Stop in the Name of Pants"
14 minutes later:
I cannot believe it. The Luuurve God has the maximum humpety-hump. I feel my knees buckle and I fall down, further injuring my bum-oley.
1 minute later:
Oh but who cares about my bum-oley? THE LUUURVE GOD HAS THE MEGA HUMP WITH ME!!
1 minute later:
Honestly, I cannot feel my bum-oley, anymore.
30 seconds later:
What if I have to get it amputated??
30 seconds later:
I don't think guys like arse-less girls
30 seconds later:
But then again, boys do go out with Wet Lindsay.
Haahahahahahahah.
4 minutes later:
Everyone has left. Boo. All aloney and on my owney. No boyfriend to comfort me. No matey-type hornmeister to make some witty comment. Just me.
2 minutes later:
Not even Ol' Jassy is here.
30 seconds later:
I guess when your bum-oley is broken on the ground, you see who your real friends are.
Trying to Get up:
Bugger it all to the blimey-deep! Owowwowo. Okay dokay, there we go, now I just have to walk.
Walking Stiff-Leggy Home:
Walking home all alone. I could get kidnapped by some beserking baserker. Or Fat Bob. Egads, I'd certainly want to avoid that. I think I should walk quicker.
At home:
Finally home. I should get a medal for all my hard work. "Family! Your wonderful medal-deserving daughter is home!!" "Famliy?"
1 minute later:
How is it that no one is ever home in time of crisis.
1 second later:
Ooooh. I have to sit down.
Sitting on the couch watching telly:
Well I have a few choice words for my family when they come home. Actually, a few sentences. Perhaps, a full-frontal rant. Out of nowhere (well out of the kitchen) ran The Libster. I've probably never been this happy to see her. "Libby! Your safe from the invasion of Huns!!" I can't believe it, but I hugged her.
1 minute later:
Libby is home, but where arth thy parental units?
Then, another surprise came out of the Kitchen of Mystery and Woo: Dave the Laugh. He was wearing a pink with a red heart apron (with frills) and stirring something in a bowl. My eyeballs nearly popped out of my head. "Georgia, take your shoes off, they're awfully filthy." No way. No way in PANTS, was Dave the Laugh standing there. Baby Jesus, tell me it's not true! "Georgia, did you hear me?" "WHAT IN GOD'S BASEMENT ARE YOU DOING IN AN APRON!!" Oops, left out the part about him being here in the first place, didn't I?
"You mean your folks didn't tell you? Ahah. I'm here baby-sitting Libs and pet-sitting Angus 'till they return." Return? Where did they go?! "Where did they go to? And more importantly, WHY WOULD THEY CHOOSE YOU??" "They went on vacation to, you know, rekindle the flame-"
Ew. "And called me up to house-sit, because, they said , and I am, a "mature" "kind" boy." WHAT FRESH HELL?! "Why couldn't I do it?!" "Two reasons, kittykat. You're not as mature as I. Secondly, you have to go to school." "Erm Dave, you have to go to school as well." I reminded him. "Erm, no I don't. I got a small break from school for this exact purpose." He said with that stupid grin.
5 minutes of gawking awkwardly later:
"Now, get to bed, you have a bright, shining, day of school tomorrow!"
