Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters... They belong to the amazing Louise Rennison.
7. Kittykat, get your mitts off my fries
6:00 pm
We got dressed for the concert.
1 minute later
Phwoaaar! Dave is a hottie, even with electric blue hair.
His skinny jeans make his bum look lust. And he's wearing a tight fitting tshirt, which you can see his abs through.
2 minutes later
He's just gelled his hair up.
I was dressed by now in jeggings, the Stiff Dylans tshirt and red heels.
'Phwoar Kittykat. That top makes your nunga-nungas look beyond fab.'
I ignored his comment.
1 minute later
Touching up my makeup.
Surprisingly my eyes were still perfect. Sara had done a good job.
I just had to tame my hair. The curls had started to fall out, meaning I clipped it up out the way. I had the odd curl which hung down. Dave said it looked really nice.
2 minutes later
Dave's just told me, that he has a pressie for me.
If it's a red nose, I really wouldn't be surprised.
Or a snog.
1 minute later
Gadzooks... A mobile phone.
Dave handed me the mobile.
'Now Kittykat can phone le Biscuit whenever she wants.'
It was a fab little phone. A little out of date, but that didn't matter too much.
Dave had set the wallpaper to a picture of him and me: and in the phonebook, he'd programmed in everyone's digits. I added Sara's to the list.
1 minute later
I just realised, that I couldn't afford to pay for the mobile.
'Dave, it's really sweet. But I'll never afford to keep it topped up.'
'Le Biscuit is going to top it up once a month.'
I just stared at him. I couldn't expect him to do that.
'Dave, that'll cost a fortune.'
'Yes, Kittykat. But Kittykat is worth it. She really makes Jack the Biscuit smile.'
6:41 pm
On the tube train, travelling to the music venue. The gig started at half seven, but we wanted to get settled in our seats beforehand.
I'm sat on Dave's lap, because the tube's vair busy. Dave is twiddling my hair.
5 minutes later
Snogging Dave.
Number 6.
6:50 pm
Arriving at the music venue.
Dave called it the Millennium Dome, or the O 2 Arena.
It's really coolio... A massive white tent fandango, with yellow poles poking out of it.
7:00 pm
Entering the venue.
1 minute later
Being searched, by a vair gorgey security guard.
Dave's glaring at me.
5 minute later
Walking to our seats.
'Kittykat, you have such a red bottom.'
'I... I wasn't. I mean... he wasn't cute.'
Pouting at Dave. 'You're my one and only.'
Dave grinned.
'Joking Kittykat. I know you're all mine.'
1 minute later
Oh my Lord Sandra... We're vair close to the stage. We're like two rows from the front.
3 minutes later
Dave's gone to get snacks.
He's such a piggy.
1 minute later
Dave's back.
He has curly fries... They're very yummy.
'Kittykat, get your mitts off my fries. You're such a pig.' Cheeky cat.
'No, you're a pig.' Dave winked at me, so I shut up.
7:30 pm
The Dylans have just come on stage.
Screaming at the top of my lungs. Getting lots of odd looks.
2 minutes later
Dave and I are dancing.
It's vair tricky: the seats in front of us are vair close.
1 minute later
'Davey, you're a very marvy dancer.'
'Why thank you, Mrs. Laugh isn't bad either.'
5 minutes later
Dave just hit some bloke around the back of the head.
I laughed like a loon.
'Sorry mate.' The bloke doesn't look impressed.
1 minutes later
We both sat down. I'm still laughing.
'Kittykat, it wasn't funny.'
10:30 pm
End of the gig. We went back stage.
The Dylans are all hyped up. They're speaking to Avril Lavigne: she's tiny.
2 minutes later
Gadzooks! I've lost my voice.
Robbie introduced us to Avril Lavigne. I just croaked.
1 minute later
Dave's laughing like a loon.
Thursday, October 27
8:21 am
Woke up in Dave's lap.
He's very gorgey and divvy in the morning.
He literally rolled out of bed. Smacked his head on the bedside cabinet; then had the cheek to blame me.
12:00 pm
Vati picked us up from the station.
We dropped Dave home.
He kissed me goodbye... Number 3-ish.
'S'later Kittykat.'
My Bedroom, 12:10 pm
Keep falling to sleep.
1 minute later
Mobile's ringing.
Jas...
'What do you want Jas?' My voice is still croaky.
'Gee... What's wrong with you voice?'
'I was screaming at the gig last night.'
'Oh, Where are you?'
'At home.'
'I know that... We have an Ace Gang meeting. You're supposed to be here.'
'What? Why didn't I know about this?'
'Erm... Maybe I was supposed to tell you, but I forgot.' Typico Jazzy.
1 minute later
Hung up on Jas.
1 minute later
I miss Dave.
1:00 pm
Texting Dave.
Miss You Davey. Love You.
1 minute later
Kittykat. I've told you before. I don't do phone sex. I much prefer the physical number 10. ; )
Replying to Dave's response.
Cheeky sod.
3 minutes later
Dave didn't text back.
3:20 pm
Mobile ringing.
How did all these people get my new number?
It's RoRo.
1 minute later
'Jazzy said you and Davey reached number 10.'
'Yeah... Before the Dylans gig.'
'And...'
'RoRo. Have you just phoned to goss about me and Dave, or do you actually have something intelligent to say?'
There was a pause. I'm getting vair annoyed with the Ace Gang. All they ever want to talk about is me and Dave. I wonder if the Barmy Army are like this with Dave.
'Gee, are you still there?'
1 minute later
Phwoar... Dave playing football in nuddy pants. He'd be all hot and sweaty. Oo-er.
No, naughty Dave in nuddy pants get out of my head.
3:25 pm
Practicing my lip exercises in the mirror. I've decided not to hang up on RoRo. I've just left her on speaker: with my mobile on my bed. That'll teach her.
Wow... I look really unattractive, when I'm puckering up.
Why has no one ever told me this? I look like a goldfish, that's had sherbet tipped into its bowl.
6 minutes later
'Georgia... Can you run to the shop please?'
My Mutti is tres tres hilarious. Moi run all the way to the shop. I'll look like a red faced loon: on top of the whole freaked out goldfish thing, I have going on.
1 minute later
Mutti barged into my room.
'Georgia, can you please pop to the shop?'
'Arr... I love to Mutti, as unfortunately. I have the only pair of working legs in the house.'
She clipped me around the back of the head.
'Don't be so cheeky.'
On my way to Jennings
Really hope Hunky and the delightful Po aren't there. In case you're a fool, that was sarcasm. I could really do with not bumping into Jazzy Spazzy.
Why do we even need apples? I don't eat them: and last time Libby ate one, it popped out both her front teeth. Suppose, I'll get a lecture on them if Jazzy's there.
'Gee... Did you know apples are vair good for the skin? And sometimes swarms of bees make them into their hives... Blah, blah, blah.'
As you can tell, I shall not be listening to her.
