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Tuesday, October 18th

4:10pm

Yummy scrumboes with a hint of lush, we were on the way out of Stalag when suddenly Rosie stopped and dropped to her knees, loudly screeching "HOOOOORN!!!" This was nothing out of the ordinary so we all ignored it, but what was odd was when she casually got back to her feet and added "...Meister." On the end, and pointed towards the school gates, where I looked up to see the Dreamboat extraordinaire (aka Dave the L) leaning against a tree at the entrance.

Vair vair good news: he looked absolutely swoon-tastic with his top two shirt buttons undone and his school tie loosened. Mmmph. What I love about him (whoops, I said it again) is that he does give me a touch of the jelloid, but it is not as if I go into a complete non-speaky ditherspaz when I see him like I did with a certain Italian brand of twat and, to an extent, the SG.

Unfortunately, news which is vair full of badnosity: Ellen nearly choked on her KitKat the moment we all caught sight of him. Oh, hell's teeth, what am I going to do about her? She still won't speak to me properly...

Anyway, I was just smiling and carrying on towards the gate when I realised the Ace Gang had disappeared, and I looked around to see that they'd all turned and started walking back towards school, for some totally bizarre-o reason.

"Oi!" I yelled, running back over to them "Chicklets! Where're you going?" They all looked quite shocked at that, heaven knows why.

"Well we assumed you were in need of an emergency trip to the tart's wardrobe." RoRo said.

"Why in arse's name would you assume that?"

"Well, because Dave is there and you are wearing your skirt long and your hair in a ponytail and you are sans maquillage."

"So?" I asked, quite full of bemusiosity "It's only Dave!"

"Well yeah, but... Christ, Georgia, are you alright?"

"Oui, mon petits copines, je suis vair vair ok."

"But... Gee, he's a boy."

"Weirdly enough, Rose, I had noticed. But to be honest it doesn't matter, really, does it? It would be stupid to get tarted up and waste time when I know he likes me already, like this."

And then, vair vair weirdly and all in perfect synchronosity, the entire gang (except for Ellen, who was dithering, looked like she was about to cry and clearly wanted to leave), took off their jauntily angled berets and held them to their chests, wiped a pretendy tear from their eyes and then just gazed at me.

"We're losing you, Gee. I knew this day would come, I just..." Rosie gave a huge theatrical sob, "Never thought it would be so soon!"

"Oh, you silly minxes, the lot of you! Shut up." I said, and pulled the four of them into an all-round hug, "Now, if you'll all excuse me ladies, I'm away laughing on a fast camel for my appointment with a Groove Machine." And I gave them all the special klingon salute and skipped off towards Dave, quite literally.

4:15pm

"Well here she comes, Eastbourne's premier skipping queen!" Dave said when I reached him, and actually lifted me off my feet and did a little twirl. Romanticostic or WHAT?? "What I meant to say was, how are you, gorgeous?"

"Fabbity, thanks," I replied with a grin, as he still had his hands on my waist, "If you ignore the several hundred hours I just spent in the concentration camp they call school these days."

"Ugh, I know the feeling, KittyKat." And he was just about to kiss me when along came the biggest moment-destroyer the world has ever seen, in more ways than one.

"Georgia Nicolson, what have I told you about such inappropriate behaviour on school grounds, you are setting a bad blah blah blah blah..." Or words to that effect. We both looked round, startled, to see Slim glaring at us and walking across to the gate, with Wet Lindsay sliming along behind her looking totally chuffed with her own slaggy little self.

And what happened next was vair vair amusant - before Slim could reach us and subsequently (yes, I really did just use that word!) give us the bollocking of a lifetime, Dave yelled "Sayonara!" And then he went for the Sven technique, actually picking me up and putting me over his shoulder, and ran out of the school, leaving everyone gawping like gawping things, once again. We really do have a knack for attracting attention whenever we exit places.

5:30 pm

Having a marvey time round at Dave's, it is so lovely just to be us and have a laugh just like we always do... With muchos added snogging bonus, obviously! For some reason (and I'm not exactly sure why, but such is the randomosity of our mad little relationship) we have decided that the highlight of our evening will be watching "Deal or no Deal" and that we simply must have the standard accompanying popcorn. And of course, rather than going down to the shop like normal peoples to buy it, we have decided to make it ourselves.

All I will say is, c'est un recipe pour disaster. We had just discovered that when you put the corny kernel things into a pan and put the pan on the heat, it really is essential to put a lid on the pan, or bits of popcorn tend to start flying and popping like... er, popcorn, around the entire kitchen, when the phone rang. Dave, who was desperately crashing about in a drawer trying to find a lid and shielding his eyes from getting popcorn in them, yelled "Gee, can you get that?"

I don't really want to answer the phone in someone else's house in case it was a company or Dave's mutti, saying "Excuse me, but who the hell are you, strange girl, and why are you answering my phone?" Or similar. helphelphelp, do I answer with just Hello or possibly Hello, Georgia speaking, or Hello, Dave's house or even Hello, Murphy household... In the end I played it safe after staring at the phone until it nearly rang out.

"Hello?"

"Bonjourno, ma cherie!" Only Rosie... Cue sigh of reliefosity.

"Hiiii, Mrs Svenster, what's occurring?"

"Just ringing to..." She trailed off, "Errrrrm, Georgie, what in the name of the virgin Mary's thong is all that noise?" And I realised she was talking about the huge clattering and crashing and swearing coming from the kitchen as the popcorn situation evidently got worse.

"Oh, it's just Dave." I said brightly, "We're cooking."

"That makes sense. Anyhoodles, I was ringing around to see who's up for the flicks tomorrow night? So far Jam and Roollso and Mad and also one half of Elclan are up for it, but the other half is still dithering because, well, you know... What do you reckon, batman?"

Shouted into the kitchen, "Dave, do you fancy the piccies with everyone tomorrow night?"

Bang, clatter, pop pop crash pop, "Depends! Will there be - Oh, Merde! - snogging?"

I sighed, "Yes, you shallow excuse for a boyfriend!!! I promise!"

Pop pop crash clatter pop bang, "Fair enough then, Sex Kitten! And tell RoRo to wear that purple top which shows off her nungas!"

I laughed, "He said-"

"I heard." Rosie cut me off, before shouting down the phone so loud that Dave could actually hear it from the kitchen, "ONLY IF YOU WEAR THAT DENIM MINI WHICH SHOWS OFF YOUR LEGS, YOU CHEEKY TART!!!!" And then continued normally, unaware that she has just burst my eardrums, "Well, fabby then! We'll all meet at the clock-tower at seven, comprendes?"

"Oui oui, ma copine. And RoRo?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you didn't find it weird that you rang Dave's house and I answered?"

"Well Gee, it's pretty normal really... Sven's over here now, and when I rang Jas's Tom answered, so..."

"Yeah, that happens a lot... Annoying, really..."

"Yup."

"Well, hit me if me and Dave ever become as annoying as Jam, got it?"

"Defo. I swear on my oath as an ex-Brownie."

"Shut up, you went to Brownies?" Haaaahahaha, if that is true she's never living this down ,ever.

"No. Ciao, sexy."

"Ciao." As soon as I hung up, I heard a voice from behind me, sounding very disappointed.

"Oh, she's gone? Crappity dooh dah, I wanted to tell Rosie that my miniskirt's in the wash." I turned to see him standing in the kitchen doorway looking absolutely drained, with his hands behind his back and a charred tea-towel slung over his shoulder. His hair is ridiculously messy now, sticking up at literally all angles... Ohhh, I luuurve him.

"Never mind." I raised an eyebrow, "You can just wear your low-cut top that shows off your basoomas. And everyone knows that cleavage is better with jeans." He smiled weakly, before nudging me in the direction of the living room (without his hands, might I add, which are still holding something behind his back, so he had to use a half-headbutting motion to get me to move, which made us both laugh terribly) and didn't stop until I sat down on the sofa. He then took the teatowel from his shoulder, and put it over whatever is behind his back... On closer inspection, a bowl.

"You'd beter be ready for this." He told me with a wink, before pulling the tea-towel off with a flourish... To reveal about six hundred thousand bits of popcorn, every single one of which is charred and burnt and smells like coal. Ugh.

He does, however, look ridiculously proud of himself for trying, and we kind of locked eyes for a few seconds, a tiny smile playing in the corners of both of our lips... And then, simultaneously, we just burst out laughing, and before I knew it he's on the sofa with me and all of the tickling lark has started again.

Sod "Deal or no Deal"... Let the snogging extravagansa begin!

11:30pm

Wow. Wowzee wowzee wow, what an interesting day. Me and Dave had been snogging for probably about fifty minutes (I gave up counting after the mathematical fiasco on Saturday regarding numbers on the scale... far too complicated) and were just having a bit of a breather. We had ended up lying on the sofa sort of curled up with each other, very very lovely, and he was just quietly stroking my hair while Noel pranced about on the tellybox going "Are you sure you're happy with box fifteen?" And my mind had started to wander.

"Dave?" I said quietly, not looking at him.

"Mhmm?"

"You know the other day, at the park, when Rosie said about how long it took us to get together... Do you think she was right?"

He muted the TV, "Erm... I dunno, Gee, what do you mean? That we should have got together earlier?"

"Well yeah, kind of." I sat up, and turned so I was facing him, cross-legged, "I mean, think about it. there were boat loads of times when we were close, when we absolutely could've... Like, right after Robbie left for Kiwi-a-gogo. I was on my own and you had just dumped Ellen, way before there was ever a Rachael or an Emma or a Masimo in the picture - why do you think we didn't?"

"Well, He sighed, "I did think the same thing at first, babe, but then I got to remembering, remembering how I felt at the time. And looking back, it kind of makes sense... We went through everything that we did, with Ell and Rach and Emma and Robbie and Masimo, and at the time it seemed awful when things weren't going right, but now it seems like a good thing, what with the experience we gained. So, like that time you were talking about last year, right after things finished with Ellen and Robbie - Do you remember what I said to you?"

"We went for coffee," I remembered, "And we were both pretty upset and it was one of those times when we were close, but you said... you said We are only teenagers and we've never been teenagers before so how can we know what we are supposed to do? Let's just say for now that we... Erm, that we..."

"That we live live live for the moment," he continued from me, "Blow our cosmic horns and be done with it. And we did, with each other and with the rest of them, we both needed to... And I think it's safe to say we both realised it was pretty pants. No stability, never knowing what bombshell would come next... The fact is that back then, we would never have lasted, Gee, and you know that. We were both too stupid and indecisive and had meeega cases of the red-bottom, and we would have ended up hurting each other."

"Mmm." I said, "I kind of think the same thing... You were exactly what I needed back then, when I was confused and what have you, you were a really good friend and someone who could always make me feel better without things getting too serious. And you were always on my mind..."

"Exactly." He nodded, "No matter who I went out with, how much I played the field, it always came back down to you, Georgie. Even when I was with some really great girl, I would find myself comparing her to you without meaning to, and you always won. Which is how I know this is right."

It is quite literally one of, if not the most un-laughy conversation I have ever had with him, and surprisingly it felt absolutely amazing, to talk about this properly and not have anything left unsaid, I feel like I understand him much better after today and value what we havebeyond belief-io ... But clearly, the lovey-dovey serious chat couldn't go on for long, there obviously had to be something to nicely change the tone and make us both hysterical with laughter. And it came as, just as he was leaning in to kiss me, his gorgey lips literally two inches from mine, a really weird look suddenly came over his face and he pulled back. I was quite freaked out and a bit worried... But then he reached up, a small half-smile on his face...

And silently extracted a piece of popcorn from my hair.