Hi! Totally new to the world of Georgia fanfic, I'm ashamed to admit, but I have only just yesterday finished reading "Are these my baoomas I see before me?" and totally can't get enough of Gee/Dave... Sooo happy with the way the book ended (obviously!) but I really really wanted there to be more, to see how the other characters would react, how everyday life would change for the gang etc. after the accidental snogging partners became loved-up type things. And that's all this fic is really, sort of the way I hope book eleven would go if there were ever going to be a book eleven, which there isn't :( Don't really know exactly where I'm going with it yet so bear with me, I just couldn't bear to say goodbye to the gang just yet. Couple of reviews would be lovely, hope you enjoy it!

Donna xxx

Friday october 14th

After Show

"Go on then, Sex Kitty, Ill be your girlfriend. It'll probably all end in tears. Mine. But... I am Dave the Biscuit. I will survive. Give us a snog and possibly a rummachen unterhalb der taille. Go on, you know you want to."

And I did want to. The snogging bit, I mean, not the nine on the scale. Particularly if it was in German, I know all too well how those Leiderhosen-a-gogo people can be. I wonder if the Germans do anything special snogging-wise, like how the Italians (I.e. the Luuurve God... although I should really no longer refer to him by that title if I officially have Dave for my girlfriend... boyfriend. Damn it.) do their varying pressure and neck-kissing. I must remember to ask Herr Kamyer some time.

Actually, forget that. I shall never bring up knutschen in front of Herr Kamyer because a) he is a teacher and has strange legs and that is more disgusting than discussing snogging with my Vati and b) because he will immediately start thinking about Miss Wilson, as we all know he has a major case of the specific horn for her since accidentally seeing her in the nuddy-pants on our legendary school camping trip. Ooh, the look on his face when the shower fell down and he caught a glimpse of her in-

"Kittykat?" It was Dave, "Earth to Georgia?"

Me and my bloody daydreaming and mental thoughts going off track.

"Yes thank you, Dave," I said in a very cool way that was full of pleasantnosity, "I was just thinking about Miss Wilson in the nuddy-pants."

Oh dear gott in himmel. For a second, understandably, he looked shocked, but then because it was just Dave the Laugh he just... well, er, laughed. I wonder why I can hear Ellen in my head now, dithering about in an "he just, like, erm, laughed... or something" way.

"Good grief, Sex Kitty, don't tell me you're on the turn? I really was only joking about that me being your girlfiend thing, you know, you can get any ideas about me dressing up in heels and lipstick out of that pretty head of yours right away."

And then I laughed, without even bothering to put my tongue attractively behind my teeth or stop my nose from spreading, because it is just Dave who likes me the way I am and thinks I am the most beautiful girl in the world. And when I remembered him saying that to me, I stopped laughing and got such a full attack of the weak knees and jelloid knickers that Dave had to grab me and snog me again before I fell over.

We were doing five with just a hint of six, and were around halfway to number four when from nowhere I heard an unmistakeable sound: The thundering of little feet, a verse of "Maybe it's beCOD I'm a Londoner" and the sound of my dear, delightful little sister shrieking "Dave the Tart! Dave the Tart and Ginger, KISSEY KISSEY KISSEY!!!"

In the midst of things, I had almost entirely forgotten the fact that we are at school after the sensational performance of Rom and Jule, and therefore the entire Von Trapp Family Mad are here. We had barely pulled apart before Libby hurled herself onto Dave, held on tightly and began snogging his leg, pausing every few seconds to mutter "bloody Gingey... bloody Dave all mine... Tart..."

I quite literally put my head in my hands, but Dave being Dave and being as amazing and lovely and gorgey as he is, just laughed and bent down to extract Libby from his leg and pick her up, whilst I got Mr Fish from where Bibbs had discarded him on the floor and switched him off, thank god. You'd think he'd learn a new song soon, but no, it's still just beCOD he's a Londoner. Fair play and good luck to him, I say.

"Well hello there, pretty lady." Dave said, as Libby put her hands on his face and beamed scarily at him... and then I heard another sound which could only bring trouble, the clip clop trot of my mother's ridiculous tarty shoes on school lino and her cry of "LIBBY!"

As soon as she came around the corner and caught sight of Dave, Mutti went into full on mincey mode, fluttering her eyelashes and swinging her hips and the lot of it. She really has no pride or indeed, shame, that woman.

"Oh Dave! Hiiii!" She twinkled, smiling in what I'm sure she imagines is an attractive manner as she pulled Libby off of him amid cries of Gerrof, minger! and I LOBE Davey!, "I thought you gave a fantastic performance tonight!"

"Well actually Mrs Nick, I wasn't in the performance... Just lighting. But hey, didn't our Georgia do a great job?!" He gave her his charming smile (which is in fact vair vair charming if I might say so) and slung his arm around me, giving my shoulder a squeeze, "Wherefore art thou pants and all of that..."

Mum barely registered what he said, so busy was her brain at that second. I could practically see her working it all out, pinpoint the exact moment whan she realised. She is so unbelievably slow and crap at most things, but this she could pick up on in an instant. I am now counting down the seconds in my head before the predictable huge smile spreads across her face...

Quick glance at his hand on my shoulder... 3...

Remembrance of everything that had been said so far... 2...

Examination of the ruffled state of both Dave and mine's hair, plus my lack of lippy... 1...

A huge smile spread across mutti's face. "Aaaaaaahhh..." She said slyly, "I, er, catch your drift now." And then she did something so horrendous and sickening and beyond the valley of sadnosity that I almost died in Dave's arms. She actually, physically winked at us.

"Mother..." I began in a horrified whisper, but just then there was a cry of "CONNIE!" from around the corner, and my dad came dadding into sight. How fabulous, the whole family is here to make things as lovely and awkward for us as humanly (and indeed martianly and all other alien-type-thing-anly) possible. It's like the Jerry Springer show, except there is no-one getting beaten up or screamed at... Although the way Vati was looking at Dave's arm around me, perhaps that could change quite soon.

Hmmm, I wonder who would actually win in a fight between Vati and the Hornmeister...? At first I thought Dave because he really is rather lovely and muscular, and he is vair good at footie so possibly he could use a well-aimed kick or two to Vati's head to his advantage... But then I caught sight of the way Vati's clothes were straining at the stomach and waistline (absolutely full of grossnosity, I know) and realised that he could merely sit on the Hornmeister and would very surely crush him flat with his obesenosity.

How very scheissenhausen...But hopefully it will never be a problem because Vati in general quite likes Dave the Laugh, at least I hope... Either way, he went all formal and crap like he used to do in front of the Luuurv- in front of Masimo when we first started going out.

"Connie." He said a bit shuffly-ly, "Georgia. Elizabeth. Dave." And he did really a very strange thing where he sort of nodded at us all in turn in greeting. Probably something he has seen in some Victorian film or something, I really honestly will never understand that man for as long as I live.

Of course, Mum was still practising her way of controlling all men that she had learned at her psychic lessons (or wherever it is she buggers off to on a Monday night and leaves me with no food... Not that she generally cooks for me anyway, ever) and said smoothly "Bob, we are ready to leave now. Please take Libby, go and fetch my handbag and her toys which I have left in the hall and then meet us at the car. We'll be giving Dave a lift home tonight."

I don't know what it is about Vati that gets so hypnotised by that tone of voice that Mutti uses, but it worked, and he just calmly took the squirming Libby out of Mum's arms, kissed her on the cheek and went off quickly in the direction of the hall. Dave looked a bit shocked at that, understandably, but quickly got the charming smile back onto his face.

"Really, Mrs N," He said, "You don't have to give me a lift, I'll be fine. This old biscuit could probably use the walk."

"Now don't be silly, Dave, I insist," Mutti said, acting like a proper mum for the first time in her life, "It's the least we can offer."

"But Mutti-"

"GEORGIA!" She suddenly snapped, back to her old dear self once more, "I said that is final, and you will accept that otherwise you can pay for the damage that walking home will do to those Versace shoes of mine, which you have once again borrowed without asking." She shot me a smug smile in a knowing she had won sort of way, and then said sweetly "I'll meet you at the car." And scampered off after dad.

"And that, Ladies and Gents, is my mother." I said, "Can you see now why I am so NOT full of pridenosity about ma famille?"

"Awww, don't be silly, Sex Kitten," Dave said with a grin as we went back into the hall, "You love them really, and so you should! Who wants a normal family, that would be so boring and so... well, just so un-Georgialike. And," He added, "The Hornmeister will simply not accept anything less than total Geogialike-ness."

And I smiled and said to him, "Dave, you are quite literally mad."

And he winked, in a way which was effortlessly nineteen hundred times cooler than when my Mutti did it, with an "As are you, KittyKat, as are you, and that is why I lo..."

And that was the moment when we both realised, after being so wrapped up in our lovely mental little conversation, that we were walking through the school hall.

Walking through the school hall where everyone was still milling about after the performance.

Walking throught the school hall where everyone was still milling about after the performance, including all of the Ace Gang and the lads.

Walking through the school hall where everyone was still milling about after the performance, including all of the Ace Gang and the lads along with the likes of Emma and Robbie and Masimo.

Walking through the school hall where everyone was still milling about after the performance, including all of the Ace Gang and the lads along with the likes of Emma and Robbie and Masimo, and Dave had his arm around me.

I think we both realised at the same time, we could both feel everyone's eyes on the back of us and were both thinking the same thing: "What the hell, in the name of Satan's spangelferkel do we do now???" We kind of both stopped in our tracks and looked at each other for a second in a cringey looking at each other sort of way.

And it was just then that he grinned his massive gorgey smile, winked at me and bellowed, startling Miss Wilson so that she fell over onto Herr Kamyer as he did so, "LET'S RUN LIKE THE WIND, MY RAVISHING SEX KITTEN!!!" And held out his hand.

And, because it was the only thing I could think of, I yelled "I'M WITH YOU ALL THE WAY, HORNMEISTER!", took his hand and we just ran out of the hall while everyone no doubt gawped like gawping things at our running backs.

Dave the Laugh and Georgia Nicholson, the most sophisticated and mature couple the world has ever seen.

I think not. However, after dashing across the car park giggling like les idiotes (stopping for a quick number five on the way, obviously) and squeezing ourselves into the back of the Clownmobile, I actually think we might be beating Mutti and Vati in the sophisticosity and maturiosity department.

There was actual havoc in that car, I tell you, with the olds jib jabbering on to each other about five degrees of rubbish whilst Bibbs sang "Cradle Mice" to the tune of "Edelweiss" at the top of her voice. I turned to face Dave (with some difficulty as we were ram packed in like sardines in a tin, another "advantage" of the ratty robin crap-mobile) and gave him my best shame-faced apologetic look, to see that he wasn't at all fazed by the madness going on around us as we crawled at a snail's pace through the streets.

He was just happily looking aout of the window with a sort of amused half-smile on his face, and silently took my hand and was gently stroking it with his thumb, which was actually lovely. Who'd have thought a little old number one (not that sort of number one, you cheeky minxes) could send such shivers down my spine?? Not me, but there you go. Ohhh, I love him.

However, the down-side was that as said shivers went down said spine (NB, also cosmic attack of the puckering and jelloid knickers), Libby picked up on it and immediately started shrieking about "OI! NO MORE BLOODY BANGING BUBBSY'S ARM, TOSSER!", and as "flunishment" she decided to let Mr Fish sing for the entire way home, occasionally beating me around the head with him so that the music jumped and became "Maybe it's beCOD... COD... COD... COD... COD..." Over and over again, whilst the fish still flapped pathetically on its little plaque. How delightful.

Finally, finally, after what must have been at least six days crammed in the car of hell, we pulled up outside Dave's house, and as the Hornmeister opened the door he kind of toppled out into the street like when you open a can and Coke sprays out everywhere because it's been crammed inside too long... Oh giddy god, please don't let this nightmare of a journey put him off me, that would be so just my luck.

But I needen't have worried, for as soon as he had fallen out, Dave popped up again with a "Ta Daaa!" which shouldn't have been funny but sooo was because it was him, and he was mine, all miney and haha to the rest of you.

"Thank you very much for the lift, Mr Nicolson, and Mrs Nicolson, I'll have to return the favour at some point." Of course Mutti went all fluttery at that, but before she could reply Dave hastily carried on, leaning over to tickle Libbs under the chin with a "Nighty night, Libby, be good."

And then he looked at me, and not in an Angus and Gordy looking at Bum-ty way but in a gazing upon the beautiful creature that was me way (if beautiful creatures have widely-spread noses and chin-lurkers these days) and said quietly, "Good night, daft little Gee, you be good as well. I'll see you tomorrow - give me a ring at about eleven to sort out the afternoon plans, yeah? Night night, Kittykat." And then, with a small smile and a wink, he shut the car door with a rattle (I don't know any other type of car which has rattling doors, but that's beside the point) and went into his house.

10:20

Got into house in loved up dream state only to find the phone ringing and the answering machine shouting out that there were sixteen new messages. Oh, baby J, whay do you do this to me??? Gadzooks, Dad will go ballisticismus if he hears this... Quickly kicked the plug out of the wall so that the ringing and angry robot voice were silenced just before he came into the house. Thank Sandra for that... I will deal with the messages in the morning. Now for a heavenly loved-up cleanse, tone and moisturise.

10:40

Finished the skin rejuvenation, as, in official new role as boyfriend of Dreamboat I must constantly represent all that is radience and perfection. And must therefore be a totally be a blackhead free zone.

One Minute Later

Now in what would have once been referred to as my bed of pain, but is no longer a bed of pain as much as an inner sanctum, a paradise if you will, for me to be in while I reflect on my heavenly life and times with delightful new boyfriend.

Well. At least it would be if there was not a sleeping four-year-old under the covers as well, clinging tightly to me whilst she writhes around muttering "My Davey" under her breath. I think I might have a bit of competition in Libby, perhaps we will end up like in that film "The Other Boleyn Pants" where Scarlett Johannson and that woman from Star Wars fight over the same man, and then Jedi lady gets her head chopped off... Although, it is far too full of Tudornosity for me, as we all well know I belong much more in the Shakespearean era. That was an era... right? Must ask Miss Wilson some time.

But for now I am too busy re-living the whole evening. Ooooh it has been so beyond marvey and crazy that I am not tired in the slightest, I doubt I will ever sleep a wink again in my life, let alon-

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...