Here we go with chapter two! I must just warn that I don't usually ever update this quickly, but I am so loving writing this story because I so want it to be part of the series! Thank you very much for the favourites, alerts and couple of reviews, they really mean a lot to me. Any more much appreciated! Enjoy, lovelies :)
Donna xxxx
PS Disclaimer: Quite obviously I do not own Georgia or any other character in the series (including Dave the Laugh, although it pains me every minute of every day as I luuurve him so) and make no profits from writing this. HOOOOOORN!
Saturday, October 15th
5:30 am
In Bed
Oh lordy lord, what in the name of Slim's multiple chins am I doing awake at this time?? The mind really does boggle. I never realised quite how quiet it is at this time in the morning... Well, the Nicolson household equivalent of quiet anyway, I.e. Gordy yowling outside, Vati snoring like a snoring thing next door, Angus scrabbling away inside my duvet cover and Libby whispering to herself in her sleep about "snoggling". Still, it is quieter than usual which is really a vair vair nice change.
2 Minutes Later
Really am actually quite bored, though.
30 seconds later
Extremely bored indeed, or as good old Rudi Kamyer would say, sehr sehr gelangweilt. Hmmm, I wonder why I would think of Herr Kamyer at a time like this. Surely it is not normal to think of German teacher when waking up at 5:30 in the morning? Perhaps I have emotionally suppressed my subconscious feelings for him for too long... As in, having the specific horn for him and denying it for ages.
Ok, now I know I am cracking up, it is simply too early. No one in their right mind would ever fancy Herr Kamyer (Which is why Miss Wilson is his perfect match), especially not a girl fourteen years his junior who has a boyfriend.
2 Seconds Later
OH MY GIDDY GOD, I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly, everything from last night has just come rushing back to me... Oh, how fabby! Can't believe I even forgot for a second about Dave and what he said and what happened... Mmmmm...
Oh hell's teeth. Also however just remembered the fact that at a time when it was critical for us to represent sophisticosity and maturiosity we ran out of the hall hand in hand shrieking about Sex Kittens and Hornmeisters. And the sixteen messages that were left on the phone which today must be dealt with. Buggeration.
Right, this time I am to deal with things like a proper grown up and everyone will amaze at the sparkling new version of me. Will just have a little zizz and then nip downstairs and listen to the messages and...
10:02 am
Still In Bed
"GEORGIA! Will you get the hell out of bed! NOW!"
I've said it before and I'll say it again. Buggeration.
Six minutes later
Wandered downstairs into the kitchen still in my pygmies to find Mutti in a sickeningly see-through nightie swearing at the toaster which contained three blackened squares which may possibly once have been toast, and Libby sitting in Angus's basket wearing nothing but Angus himself, clutched to her chest like some horrible Scottish fur coat. Need I make any comment on that?
No. Instead I just went into the hall to find that, very surprisingly, the phone was not ringing and the answerphone machine not shouting... How odd. perhaps all of my so called "friends" do not actually care for me or my love life in the slightest. Perhaps even Dave the Laugh does not give a pant about me any more, and am just alone in the world with not another single soul who cares or even-
Oh, hang on. I remember now, I unplugged the phone and answerer when I got in so that they would shut up. Maybe I will brave plugging them in again now.
14 seconds later
Oh heck, the second I plugged them in again the phone started ringing, so I swiftly removed the plug once more and have decided to plug just the answer machine in so that I can tackle the messages first and then brave actual human conversation. For the first time in my life I am glad that I live in a medieval household where we still have a separate phone and answering machine, even though I have nagged Vati for the past four years to get a proper all in one set with a phone you can actually carry around, rather than me standing in the hall like a lemon whilst the whole family listens in on my private conversations.
Anyway, I am going off the point, which is in actual fact the following: As soon as I plugged it in, the answering machine started shouting at me in its horrible voice again that we had sixteen new messages. Ah well, here I go.
New message one: "Hello? What do you want? Honest to god, I am sick of people ringing me up here and then not saying anything when I answer..."
Grandad, being a loon as usual. Ah well.
New message two: "Ooh hello Connie love, it's Maisie here. Sorry for ringing twice, but you know how his memory is these days... I was just ringing to ask what time little Georgia's performance is this evening? We are so looking forward to it, and I've knitted the lamb something as a little reward for when she's finished-"
I cannot bear to listen to any more of that one. Well, as unfortunate as it is, they obviously did find out the time of the show in the end because I could hear Grandvati's delightful comment about Melanie's nungas from backstage. Mind, it wasn't as funny as what Dave said when her shirt popped open, haha! He really is a Laugh. Ohhh, I love him... Anyway. Back to the messages.
New message three: "GEORGIA!!!!!!!! What the hell was that???" Jas. Oh, here we go, "Pleeease answer the phone, I really need to know what is happening! Did you talk to Dave in the end? Well, obviously you did, but I mean, what happened? Did he-"
Bored of that one now, far too predictable. Jog on, Jazzy Spazzy.
New message four: "Oi! Sex kitten!" My heart started racing then, before I realised that it was Ro-Ro's voice: "You shagging our Davey, or what? And how about the Italian Stallion, did you tell him to shift it? I need news ASAP, phone me back, little chummy."
New message five: "Gee, PLEEEEASE ring me!!! I really am desp-" Just Jazzy again, boring.
New message six: "Hi Gee, it's Tom. Just checking in to make sure you're alright, Jas is a bit worried because she isn't getting an answer from you or Dave and we both are just wondering what's happening with you two and eveything... See you tomorrow, anyway. Tara."
New message seven: "Hi babe, it's Jools... Just wondering what on earth that was all about with Dave the Laugh after the show? Really hope you guys have got it together, I mean Masimo was fabbity looking but really, Dave is quite honestly fit as and has the hots for vous, and you have a laugh with him, so... Ring me, anyway, and I'll see you tomorrow at the park."
New message eight: There was nothing for a while but a really weird hiccuppy noise and a kind of squeaky loud breathing, and then "Erm, Georgia, it's like, Ellen, or some- Hiccup - I was just, like wondering, type thing, about what happened with you and- hiccup, sob - with you and Dave the Laugh or whatever because, like, you kind of were holding his hand and- hiccup - arm around you, and he called you, like, erm, Sex Kitten... Or something. I don't know-"
Oh, I can't listen to any more of that. To be perfectly honest I had forgotten all about Ellen and her obsessive luuurving of Dave the Laugh even if she is going out with Dec these days... I have a feeling that will take more than a packet of midget gems to fix.
New message nine: "Alright Gee, it's Rollo here, just wondering what in the name of arse happened between you and Dave, 'cos he's not answering either and we're all a bit confused... See you both tomorrow for the footie, yeah? Bye."
New message ten: "Gee - Dave. Seriously, just one thing to ask... What number on the scale? I need info, NOOOW!! Is he good? Any techniques? 'Cos I've always thought he looks like he know what he's doing, if you know what I mean, if you've bagged him then that really is quite a catch... Let me know, anyway, and I do mean presently. HOOORN!!"
Mabs. Good god, I love that girl.
Message eleven was just the fringe flicker again, who I am going to ring in a minute anyway so there is no need to listen to her messages, however the next two were very amusing:
New message twelve: "Ahaaaaaa, it is my Georgia, ja? Rosie tell me for to ring you, sexy chick, for news about Dave the-"
And the message was cut off there, however the next one continued directly on from it:
New message thirteen: "-Laughing and such things. She want me for to ask you if you bang his trumpet or play his drums and similar, in which case I say LAA DEE DAH you cheeky muppet. I see you tomorrow when I play football, ja, and then we dance the night away in true viking style. I am loving you much."
Ahhh Sven, the nutcase. How in the name of Godzilla's (furry) cycling shorts, I ask you, did he manage to accidentally hang up, realise his mistake, redial my number, wait for the answering message to play and then continue his sentence as though nothing had happened? He never ceases to amaze me, that one.
New message fourteen: "Hello Gee, it's Robbie." That was enough to instantly stop me laughing at Sven's message and look up in disbelief as he continued:
"Look, Mas told me he's coming to London with us when we move, and I know it must be really hard on you to have heard that. I got the idea you were really into him and I feel a bit bad, what with me leaving you when I went to NZ and all, and now him leaving to go to London... I really am sorry about that Georgia, you know I didn't want to but it was something I had to do, and the fact that I had to lose you to do the thing I loved really tore me apart over there. Also I wanted to say that if what we saw last night is for real, I do honestly hope things go well for you and Dave, he's a top guy and I know he cares a lot about you. You'll always be very special to me, Gee, and I hope that this time we'll keep in touch when I move because I really would hate to lose you as a friend. Remember that I'm always here to talk to if you need it, and I'll see you soon, maybe tomorrow at the park? Take care."
Wowzee wow wow, that was unexpected. Bless him, bless him, bless him. Wet Lindsay must have had him practically bound and gagged when he first got back, and it is really nice to hear him being normal honest Robbie again. I mean, I know things never worked out for us, even if I did totally luuuurve him for ages, but I actually do really like him still and I hope we can be friends. Bless him. have I said that already?
Anyway, fifteen and sixteen were just Hunky and Po rambling on again... Guess I had really better bite the bullet and ring her. Oh hell, here we go.
10:17 am
Have just rung Jas, and upon hearing my voice she promptly slammed the phone down. This is how lovely my bestest pally is in a time of crisis. In about fifteen seconds she is going to realise that actually, she does indeed love me and desperately wants to hear all about last night, and she is going to ring me back and plead and beg me to forgive her.
Fifteen seconds later
The phone is ringing. Well I am sure as hell not going to answer it, not in a million billion years.
Two seconds later
Answered the phone and, surprise surprise! It was the voley one going ballisticismus at me.
"Georgia! Why on earth didn't you answer the phone last night, Hunk- Tom and I tried to ring you for aaages and Rosie and Sven and Jools and Rollo and Mabs say they did too!!! What in the name of arse were you doing???"
"Well, I just kind of got home and didn't really answer the phone because I was so vair vair tired after the show. I would have thought you were too, Jazzy, after your amazing performance as Jule."
Flattery is nearly always the way to calm her down, the vain little vole that she is.
"Well I was, Gee, but you know, we were all shocked by the whole you and Dave thing-"
"Aaaah yes, that old chestnut. It's funny you should mention this, my little pally, for it really is a most amazing tale-"
"Georgia, what happened?"
"Alright Granny, keep your knickers on. Well, he sort of, well, he kind of..." Oooh, I'd come over all Ellen, "He might sort of be my new boyfriend, Jas."
Silence. "Jas?"
Still nothing, "Jazzy? Ma cherie? Hellooo?"
Ten seconds later
"Sorry, Gee, I just quickly went to tell Tom about you and Dave."
"Without even replying to me first? Thanks."
"Oh stop it, for god's sake, Georgia. We were all just worried about you. So, what even happened?"
"Well, I kind of called him a two-timer because he had supposedly dumped Emma for some mystery girl, and then he just kind of rolled his eyes in a rolling his eyes type way, you know like, when people roll their eyes-"
"Yes, Georgia! Go on." I rolled my eyes.
"Well, then he said that I was the thickest chick alive and that i was the mystery girl. And then..."
"Let me guess, number five?"
"Yup. And then he put his arm around me and said "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.""
"Gosh."
"I know, right! it's pretty bloody romantic if you ask me."
"But Gee, why did he say that, do you think?"
"What, about being my girlfriend? Because I said it accidentally instead of boyfriend and then-"
"No, about it all ending in tears. His."
"Well I don't know, do I? He probably didn't mean anything by it, just said it on the spur of the moment in the way people do... Does it matter? "
"Well personally I don't think so, but normally by now, Georgia, you'd be deconstructing absolutely every word he said."
"Now little Jazzy, I really don't think that's true."
"But it is though, if it were Robbie or Masimo you would have been on the phone straight away wondering what it all meant."
"Well, Dave quite clearly is not Robbie or Masimo, is he?"
There was a huge sigh from the other end of the phone - she really is taking this acting lark far too seriously.
"No Georgia, of course he's not. So what did he say when you said goodbye, was it a s'laters?"
"Don't be silly! It was really nice actually, he said that he'd see me tomorrow i.e. today, and for me to give him a ring at eleven to sort out plans for this arvie."
"Wow. So, what are you going to do?"
She really never ceases to amaze me. "What do you think I'm going to do, my silly little friend? I'm going to give him a ring at eleven to sort out plans for this arvie, just like I said."
"Wow."
"Wow what?? Jazzy, you are quite frankly starting to tick me off."
"Well it's just that you're so different with Dave... You don't seem to bother with all of the rubbish you usually spout about glaciosity and sticky eyes and nose-holders and all that rubbish. If this were Robbie or Masimo-"
"Which it isn't."
"...Which is isn't, you'd be all Ooh, do you think I should actually ring him or will that seem too needy? Should I play hard to get? Do you think he meant it when he said this, what do you think that means? How long is 'later', et cetera et cetera. You just seem to be being a bit more mature about this, is all."
I didn't know what to say to that. Is she right? Am I really being more mature? I mean, I know that I don't get tongue tied in front of Dave like I did with the others, and I never worry that we'll run out of things to talk about... It's never once been awkward between us, except for when Robbie or Masimo or Emma were around which they most definitely won't be any more... Oh my giddy aunt, I don't know and I fear I never shall.
"Well," Jas continued, "With the exception, of course, of running through the school hall shouting like daft things, I mean..."
"Right. Well yes, thank you for that, Jas."
10:50 am
In my inner sanctum AKA bedroom
Told Jas that we would see her this aftie at the park for the lads' football game, and then came upstairs to get dressed after that muchos stressful half an hour of phone time, both listening to messages and actual stressy phone conversation with my bestest pally. She really has given me quite a lot to think about.
But right now, the more important thing to think about is which outfit that I have in my possession best screams "stylish yet effortlessly casual girlfriend of gorgeous young groovemeister". Hmmmmmmmm...
10:56
Ok, have decided on nice denim skirt (with woolly tights, obviously, as it is indeed October and therefore sehr sehr nippy noodles in Billy Shakespeare land) and nice blue top. Must just nip next door and "borrow" mutti's leather jacket at some point before I go out, and all will be tip-top tidy.
Mmmm, I actually can't stop thinking about Dave the Laugh... He is so extremely groovy, how did I manage not to see for so long that he is indeed my one and only? I will just go down and phone him now.
10:59
Waiting for him to answer the phone. Oooh, all I keep remembering is the way he looked into my eyes when he told me how he felt, and just made me melt on the spot... And how he makes me laugh more than anyone else in this galaxy. And the lip-nibbling... Oh the lip-nibbling. I love him, really I do.
At which point, he answered the phone, really not what I was expecting at all, and I did that horrendous Georgia Nicolson thing which involves saying out loud exactly whatever crap it is that I am thinking at that precise second. So in actual, horrible but still true fact, the conversation went something (well, exactly) like this:
"Hello?"
"Dave, I love you."
A very, very long pause, and then... "Oh, christ." And he put the phone down.
Why did I say that? Why, I ask you, in the name of pants, WHY????
Oh poo, arse, bum-oley, scheissenhausen and also just a touch of merde. Oven of love, here I come.