CHAPTER SIX
Dr. Clooney's waiting room
5:00 p.m.
I can't believe my life.
2 minutes later
I am on the rack of life, about to burn from the heat.
2 seconds later
Whilst I could have been snogging with the Sex God at this moment, I might add.
1 minute later
I don't even need glasses. And as I have said before, I will not in a million years wear glasses. Personally, I think the matter is settled. But my mutti does not seem to think so, as she sits beside me in her short skirt, basoomas blowing in the wind (there is no wind in here, mind you, but if there were, her basoomas would be wild and free, let me assure you), and putting on makeup. Honestly, she has no pridenosity.
5 minutes later
"Mrs. Nicholson?"
"Yes?"
"The doctor is ready to see you."
"Thank you." She leapt out of her seat, and pulled me along with her. I nearly broke a nail. She is so thoughtless.
A million years later
"So, Connie," (Connie?!) "I think that Georgia may need glasses." My mother nodded like there was no tomorrow. "If you like, I could refer you to an optometrist. We actually have one in the office, and I might be able to sneak you in today…" He winked at my mother. Oh lord.
My mother blushed and said, "Oh doctor, you're a lifesaver!"
"It is no problem at all, let me assure you. Anything for my regulars." He winked again. Erlack! "Oh, and by the way, how did Libby recover from her cold last week?"
"Oh, doctor, that cold medicine worked like a charm!!" Duh. "She is her lively self again! Thank you so much!"
"Anytime. Honestly, come in anytime. I can always make an opening." He gave her a sexy smile. Erlack a pongoes!
Another five million years later
We have finally left the office.
"Well, Gee, you will have your glasses soon! Isn't that wonderful? And it's all because of Dr Clooney…" She dazed a bit at the mention of his name. "He's so nice, isn't he?"
"Mhm."
"And he saw you the same day I called! He is such a gentleman, don't you think?"
"Mhm."
"So, tomorrow we will go and order your glasses. I want your father to help choose the glasses. This is exciting!!"
I just looked at her.
6:00 p.m.
Phoned Jas.
"Jas."
"Hmph."
"Aren't you going to ask if I need glasses?"
"Mhm."
"Jas!!"
"Mhm?"
"What are you doing?!"
"Can I call you back? Harry is in trouble –"
"Wait, who?"
"Harry Potter… I'm in a really tense part—"
I put the phone down. If she wants to put Harry Potter before her bestie then so be it. See if I care!
One minute later
Which I don't.
2 minutes later
Bugger! I wanted to ask Jas about what happened once I left. Well I guess I will never know seeing as I'm not talking to her. She will learn not to put books before friends.
1 minute later
Phoned Jas.
"Jas."
"Gee—"
"I'm just letting you know I forgive you."
"But—"
"I need glasses."
She was quite literally speechless.
10 minutes later
"Georgia if you don't get off the phone in one minute, you're going to have to start paying the bills! You treat this house like a bloody—"
"Oh? What noise? Oh, that's just my vati speaking absolute wubbish."
"Georgia Nicholson, I swear, if you are not—"
"Look, Jazzy, I have to go. My vati is trying to discipline us. I know. Complete insanity. I better go. Au revoir, ma belle."
My vati, by that time, was fuming. I could almost see smoke coming from his ears. I am not kidding. I ran up to my room and shut the door.
2 minutes later
What a help Jas is. Not.
Apparently, when I ran off late for my job at the bakery, he didn't even look twice. I say apparently because Jas was clearly blinded by Tom and therefore did not notice what Robbie did, in my opinion.
But the blonde model was nowhere to be seen. That has to be a good sign. Ish. After that I had to listen to ten minutes of wubbish about how Tom is doing, where he is working… like I said, absolute wubbish. Apparently he is missing his job, but is now working as a camp instructor. I couldn't be bothered to ask specifics, as I have too much on my mind.