same bat time, same bat place

"Georgia?"

Oh no, I recognized that gorgey voice anywhere. I detached myself from Dave's mouth and popped my head around his (which was a mistake as he just found that as an invitation to attach his lips to my neck. Although it did feel rather groovy. . . Shut up!!)

There was Massimo looking like he was about to turn into Niagara Falls. Lurve Gods weren't supposed to cry, but I guess they could if they come back from Pizza-a-go-go and catch their supposed girlfriend having the horn for one of her mates. This is exactly what had happened for you dim lot who have not been following.

I cannot believe I forgot he was coming back today. Am I a crap girlfriend or what? The answer to that, by the way, would be "Yes Georgia, you are indeed the crappiest of crappiest of girlfriends."

Behind Massimo was Robbie still looking extremely cross. Well, this explains the death stare from before. I hadn't killed his cat after all. He probably thought that I forgotten the Lurve God was do to arrive today. He was right.

I shoved Dave off of me. (Rather hard because I heard him go "Ophff" and then a rather loud thud). I needed to talk to Massimo without Dave the Laugh on my neck and preferably without Robbie staring at me like a staring thing.

"Massimo, I -"

He cut me off and said, "You have broken my heart, Caro." Then he turned and walked back inside.

Merde, merde, and also poo.

Robbie was still staring at me (stop it staring!!) and Dave was still moaning on the ground. So I did the only sensible thing to do. I ran. Fast.

Once I got around the park a few blocks down I let the blubbering begin. I sat down on a bench and let the tears flow freely. Tears falling, nostrils flaring, snot snotting. I felt like a sprinkler. Well at least the grass with be healthy.

After about four years of blubbering for all of bloody England I heard my name.

I looked up and it was the Sex God. Bloody hell, what did he want. I said, "Bloody hell, what do you want."

He just sat down next to me.

"Look, if you're here to tell me how much of a crap girlfriend I am, I don't need it. I am well informed."

But he didn't say, "You're a horrid girl and you should be sent to a home for the evil" or "Wet Lindsay was correct you ARE a whore on wheels." He said, "I know how you feel."

I looked at him oddly. Right, cause someone as gorgey as a Sex God could have lurve problems.

"I had the same problem between you and Lindsay, remember?" Oh yeah, that. "I liked you both, but for different reasons. And everything with that turned out alright."

I still didn't say anything. I didn't want to run the risk of giving him a shower.

He sighed and put his arm around me. There was a time that would have made me fall off the bench, but tonight I was feeling way to pooie. He sighed, "It's very obvious that you fancy Dave. I think even Mas knew it a bit." I kept silent. I was not about to agree and then have him run off and tell Massimo that I killed his cat! Er . . . I mean, well you know. "Look Gee, just tell Dave how you feel, but make sure you talk to Mas too. He'll understand."

I took a deep breath and looked up with my eyes full of sadnosity. He said, "Come on, I'll walk you home."

I was too upset to resist. Besides if I was left alone who knows what would have happened. I probably would have started snogging squirrels.

At my gate Robbie grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes. For the first time I didn't turn into Miss Jelliod Knickers. Maybe it was because my eyes were all blurry and squinty from blubbering like a cow. Or maybe because I was full of confusosity from the Massimo/Dave the Laugh fandango. Either way it was a little strange.

"Don't worry Gee. Everything will turn out alright. Trust me." He kissed me on the cheek and said, "Call if you need someone to talk to."

12:01

And now her I am, queen to the land of extreme confusosity on my throne of pain between a Lurve God and a Laugh God (not literally you dirty birdies. Although that would be completely marvy, having them both snogging me within an inch of my life. At the same time. Yummy Scrumbos! Shut up brain, shutupshutup!!!).

12:15

Oh no. The Swiss Family Mad have returned. I can hear them banging about. I must brace myself for a room invasion.

12:17

Mutti peeked her head round my door to see if I was awake. Clearly I am.

She said, "Oh, you're still awake. Why?"

I've accidentally said, "Because I am a red bottomed minx who likes to break the hearts of Lurve Gods."

"Meet me in the sitting room. I'll make milky pops."