A/N: Hey guys! It's Earth Kid Tree Hugger (I myself can't figure out where the spaces and dots go in my penname and I can't be bothered to check) here, and Hornmeister Lover and I are doing a tandem story, where I write a chapter of a story and she writes the next and so on. We'll be posting it on our joint account (this one) and it's set during Are These My Basoomas I See Before Me? It's the part where Dave tells Gee that to him she's the most beautiful girl in the world. And it kinda follows on from that. So. Okay. Here goes:

From the book:

"I don't know what it is about you, KittyKat, but for me you are the most beautiful girl in the world."

Then he kissed me, just a little kiss.

I sort of reached up to kiss him back, but he stepped back then and pulled his coat collar up.

He breathed in really deeply and then cleared his throat and said, "Hmmm, that was a bit unexpected… but anyway, dig you later."

He was walking away, and I stood there, stunned.

Was he serious?

Or was he just joking?

I couldn't speak.

That is, until I managed to say, "Do you mean it?"

Dave turned around. "Yeah," he said. "I do."

Wow.

I'm beautiful?

Even with my big nose?

"Oh," I said.

Dave smiled. "Of course KittyKat."

"Oh," I said again.

Stupid brain isn't working properly.

It can't seem to produce anything other than 'oh.'

Brilliant, bloody brilliant.

A genius like myself can't even come out with more than 'oh.'

This sucks.

"KittyKat," Dave said, "It's okay. You don't have to suddenly say 'Oh, Dave! You are the gorgiest guy EVER, and I want to snog you within an inch of your life and be your Hornpartner.' Even though I know I'm the gorgiest guy ever. I know that you have Masimo. And I have Emma. I know it's wrong for me to say this."

Oh merde, we've had a few situations similar to this.

And from what I can remember, my brain didn't seem to produce much more than an 'oh' then either…

"Uhmm," I managed to say.

Not better than an 'oh'.

At least 'oh' is a real word.

I was trying vair vair hard to think of something more intelligent to say than what I have been saying, but couldn't.

Dave said, "Sex Kitty, you really do have problems voicing your feelings."

And then he snogged me again.

But this time it was a better snog.

Number six.

And a quarter.

And, in case you silly fules have forgotten, that is nip libbling.

Anyway, he was snogging me.

10 minutes later

Dave pulled away, and I did the first thing that my brain thought of.

I tried to snog him again.

But he wouldn't let me.

He laughed, stepped back, and said "You really are shameless, Sex Kitty. S'later."

And he pretended to ride his camel down the road.

And how do I know it was a camel?

He was yelling (although it was LATE, and people were SLEEPING. Oh well, they'll live. It was funny) "Come on, Cammie, I chose you to be my imaginary camel because Mel was too slow. Now Ride!"

But when he got to the end of the road, he pulled Cammie to a stop, and called over to me. "Night night Sex Kitty, I luuurve you!"

Omygod!

He said he LOVES me?!

Tomorrow

School

Assembly

Slim is rambling on and on as usual.

I, of course, am not listening.

I mean, why would I?

Why should I care about school trips, or needing to do well, giving the school a bad reputation, while I have things that have to be thought about and decisions to be decided?

But, oh my God.

Dave says he luuurves me.

He's said that a few times.

He must've been joking, because he seems to really like Emma… I mean, they go to art galleries and everything with her parents.

He wouldn't do that for just anyone.

She must be special to him.

I mean, she IS unbelievably nice.

Why is she so nice?

It's so annoying.

Break

Sitting in the fives court with the Ace Gang

"Gee," Mabs said, "why are you so spaced out and not torturing teachers or Wet Lindsay? What's wrong? Are you an alien who's stolen Gee?"

"Yeah," Rosie said, tipping her whole bag of cheesy Wotsits.

She then said (still chewing her mouthful of Wotsits – which was disgusting to watch as the WHOLE packet was in her mouth, and bits were spraying everywhere), "What's up, Gee?"

Damn.

I'm not telling them ANYTHING.

10 minutes later

I've told them everything.

They're all as shocked as a lot of shocked agogs on shocked agog tablets.

Finally Ellen managed to splutter out, "But… he's with Emma… isn't he…? or something… and you're with Masimo. Aren't you…?"

"Yes, Ellen, we've established that he's with Emma and I'm with the Italian Stallion. The gorgey, Italian Italian Stallion. He's Italian," I said.

Jas said, "Yes, he is Italian. And you have a red bottom."

"I don't."

"You do."

"Don't."

"Do.

"Don't, and that's final. Just because you're practically married! And I didn't kiss Dave – he kissed me!"

"Oh, a likely story," Jas said.

"Yeah!" I said. "It is."

After school

Oh merde.

The Barmy Army is at the school gates.

Merde!

Why, oh why, is that?

I'll have to face Dave.

After he told me he lurved me.

That is so not on.

Meeting the Barmy Army at the school gates

All the girls are snuggling up to their so-called boyfriends.

Fabulous.

I'm not speaking to Dave – too weird, so I'll have to be a goosegog and link arms with one of the gang and their boyfriend.

But who?

Not Rosie and Sven, they're too violent.

Not Jools and Rollo – she'll kill me.

I think it may have to be Jassy and Tommy.

Or Po and Hunky, as they're also known as.

Barging in between Po and Hunky

I linked up with them, and said brightly, "So, how's it going?"

They both gave me strange looks.

Well, Jas' look is ALWAYS strange.

Tom said, "Yeah, I'm going good thanks Gee… how are you going?"

Before I could reply, Jas said, "Georgia, just because you have shameless red bottomosity, don't intrude on Tom's and my private time."

What?

"What private time? You're in the middle of the street! What's so private about that? And I don't have red bottomosity!"

Jas kicked me, and Tom had to take her off to calm her down.

That girl really has an anger issue.

Everyone else had gone off by then except for Rosie, Sven and Dave, who was talking to Sven in Svenish, in between snogging Rosie.

I mean that Sven was snogging Rosie, not Dave.

I risked Sven's violent tendencies and squeezed in between the Viking couple.

Rosie glared at me.

And not just any glare.

A Viking glare.

Which is deadlier than most.

Rosie said, "Georgia, just because you feel awkward around Dave does NOT mean that you can barge between a Viking couple. A voley couple is allowed, but Viking, no. Now go and talk to Dave. He's interrupting mine and Sven's snogging anyway."

And she pushed me, and I fell into Dave.

A/N: Haha, yes I'm evil. Hornmeister Lover will be doing the next chapter, so I don't even know what's going to happen.

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