Disclaimer: I do not own Georgia Nicolson. I only like them too much.

Disclaimer: I do not own the song Gives You Hell by the All American Rejects.

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Here we go…

Saturday 3rd September

10.00am

My Jesus it's early.

For a Saturday. Because on school days I do normally get up at the crack of 8.00am.

Well, normally I try to get up that early.

And normally, I fail miserably.

I come down stairs this early in the morning so I can be the first to find the last crumbs of stale cereal.

Yes I' m just a genius in disguise.

In others words, I' m full of ingeniusosity.

And so, though I' m up at this ungodly like hour and the house is silent as silent can be, I still walk in on Dave finishing off the rest of MY stale cereal.

I stood there, in the kitchen doorway for a full minute, half trying to calm myself, half drooling.

Think of what baby Jesus would do. That helped me for all of 5 seconds.

Screw what baby Jesus would do!!

I walked over to Dave and stood beside him while he was still sitting on a kitchen stool. He was halfway through eating his cereal and looked up, saw me, and gave me a questioning look.

He really did look quite retarded. Well, that's Dave for you.

But I saw my opportunity, and I grabbed the bowl right off the table, got myself a spoon, and walked back up to my room. Ha! See what I said about me being a genius?

All the while Dave is probably too stumped to move. That is the tiny light in a dark cave that is my life; me being tip top on the smarty scale.

I should probably create a smarty scale before I actually start to refer to it. Oh well. I must discuss this with Jazzy first, oh no, wait, she's not talking to me. And neither am I.

I mean I' m not talking to Jazz, not I' m not talking to me. Ok now I' m just vair, vair confused.

Well I might as well start on my beauty regime, seeing as I have nothing better to do with my stupid boring life. I wonder what the swiss family mad are up to. I've hardly seen them in weeks, not that I' m complaining. It would just be nice of them to show that they care by giving me a fiver every so often. I mean is it really that hard?

No it isn't.

Anyhoo, I' m starting with a mud mask. I know, the mud sounds amazingly rank and it reminds me of stupid Jazz and her even more stupid rambles, but it's what I have to put myself through to look absolutely stunning. Because that is the look I' m going for, to impress Dave and make him insanely jealous, apart from the fact there is some serious ignorez vousing going on at the moment. Firstly, I don't even know why he's mad. I should be the one mad at him. He brought his stupid girlfriend into the group and ruined everything. So technically, none of this is my fault. But I have supreme amounts of glasiosity, so since he is ignorez vousing me, I' am ignorez vousing him.

Some may see this as childishness, I see it as glasiosity. And since I' am too wise for my own good, I know I' am right.

Let's just say it was a gift. A gift from baby Jesus himself.

So as I was sitting there, on the toilet of the upstairs bathroom, contemplating my wisdomosity, my mud mask working wonders and hopefully shrinking my nose, in walks Dave, unzipping the fly on the very sexy jeans he happened to be wearing, showing the blue of his boxer shorts.

I just don't see why people never knock these days. I mean is it so hard to raise your fist and move your wrist a miniscule amount? People are just too lazy.

So as my soon-to-be snogging partner waltzed in, I screamed and pointed to his pants,

"HEY, put that thing away and get out! Can't you see I' m trying to use the bathroom here?" he looked up from the ground, startled.

"Well you should have-" and then looked at me, as in really looked at me. Next thing I knew he was bent over, hand on his knees, laughing for all he was worth.

"Oh-My-God…*random laughing noises*.. what..what the..HELL di did..did you do?" wow I' m so happy for him. I mean he actually managed to stutter out a full sentence. I just sat on the toilet glaring at him. Why did I want to be his girlfriend again?

When he looked up again our eyes met.

Oh yeah, that's why. Just one look and he had me.

My glare faltered and he chuckled.

"Kittykat, you do realize how ridiculous you look right now, don't you?" I folded my arms defiantly.

"Yes, Dave, of course I do. It's part of the beauty regime. I need to look my best tonight, seeing as I have a date. But it's not like I look that bad. Now run along, I have so much work to do." He didn't look fazed one bit, which was disappointing.

"I beg to disagree. You do look that bad, but in a sex kitty kind of way. Oh and by the way, thanks so much for eating my cereal this morning, because when I looked in the cupboard, after you had taken mine, I found a box that had been unopened. It really was delicious." And so he sauntered out of the bathroom as I sat on the toilet and muttered under my breath,

"Idiot. Your fly's undone." I chuckled to myself for a bit but then decided I was wasting time, so I took a shower.

3.00pm

I have decided that with my hair in rollers I officially look like a fool.

An absolute fool with knobs. I hope Dave doesn't suddenly walk in on me for the billionth time, because that would just be horrific. It could scar him for life, and then we would never form a relationship type thing.

I' m starting to wonder what out relationship will consist of when all of this silly business is behind us. I mean, will Dave become my boyfriend straight after his break up or will it take time.

I pray to god he won't take time. I don't know how I will be able to handle it. I mean I've already waited so long, but I guess its karma. I mean Dave waited for me for a bloody long time; looks like it's my turn to wait it out.

As I was trying to pick between my white mini and my black one, the door bell went.

"Dave."

"Rosie."

Dave had answered the door and now the two were staring each other down. I don't why; this whole thing is Lydia's fault. Dave just needs to see that. I sighed and called out,

"RoRo, cmon! You and your beard are needed." Yes, Rosie was wearing her beard. I thought maybe she had given it up once and fore all.

Oh how I was wrong. It's back, and longer than ever.

I wonder if it grows? Now that would be creepy.

I ran up to Libby's room and turned to face the doorway as Rosie walked in.

"Rosie, you do realize we are trying to get him to like us, not hate us even more than he already does?" I was mock angry, trying to be serious, but that beard was just ridiculous.

"Thin line between love and hate, Gee-Gee." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't, call me that. And lets just hope at the end of all this, he's on the love side of that line. Now, black or white?"

6.00pm

We were meeting Mabs and Jools at the clock tower in 15 minutes. It might be a little interesting if Jas and her little gang decide to meet there, and it looks like it considering Dave was walking about 10 meters behind us.

Rosie had picked out my jean pleated mini skirt, a black long sleeved low cut top and black near knee high boots with a miniscule amount of heel.

It was very sex kitty, and even Dave had to stifle a gasp as RoRo and I exited Libbs' room. I almost giggled, but instead, raised my eyebrows and said,

"You like?" he just rolled his eyes, which I took as a yes, and continued putting on his jacket. I might say the shirt he was wearing fit him in all the right places. Then he asked RoRo,

"Rosie, how do I look?" I was about to say he looked stunning when my eyes caught a peek at his fly, which was very open. Guess he hadn't changed his pants since this morning. Rosie had noticed it as well and was about to tell him when I subtly kicked her.

She looked at me like I was crazy, but then she caught on.

"Oh Dave, pretty as always." We had to suppress giggles as we walked away.

I was successful in squeezing 10 pound out of vati. It took some serious skill, but I was that good. The only downer was that Dave walked in straight after, lucky vati didn't look at his pants, and asked for 15 pound. He was given it straight away. I just stormed out of the room.

So there we were, Rosie in her leather pants, Dave defiantly staring at my ass, and me trying to wiggle my hips just a little bit more without it looking like I was doing it on purpose. I must say, it really was a brill move.

I must remember to do sticky eyes on this Tony guy, considering it worked so well on the Dame.

Mabs and Jools came into view, both wearing awesome dresses. Fortunately, Jazzy wasn't there. Unfortunately, Dave was still behind us. It really wouldn't help my case with Jaz if I walked in with Dave. Well, practically with Dave.

"Where are the guys?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Their meeting us there" I nodded like a nodding thing as we all turned around to walk to the club. No one talked because we could all hear Dave closer behind us than before we had picked up the girls. We could hear him breathing.

Freaky.

A few minutes later we finally arrived at the club. It felt like years ago that we had started walking.

All Dave's fault. It seems like I was blaming Dave for everything these days.

We past the bouncer guy and immediately stepped inside.

It was totally rocking.

A band I hadn't heard before was on stage, but they were good, they sounded just like the All American Rejects and were playing their new song Gives You Hell.

Rosie immediately grabbed my hand and we dived into the throng of jumping dancers. Mabs and Jools trailed behind. We found a small amount of space in about the middle of the dance floor. We all started funky dancing, my hair full of bouncability. I looked around a bit and spotted Jaz dancing with Tom, Lydia, Ellen and Declan. Dave, I was surprised to see, was absent from their little gathering. Jaz was looking straight at me, giving me a full on glare and singing the chorus,

"When you see my face

Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

When you walk my way

Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well

Then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell

I hope it gives you hell"

I seriously don't know what her problem is.

Well I do, but she shouldn't be angry at me! I mean I' m innocent! I can't believe she doesn't trust me; I' m her best friend!

I mean it wasn't Tom I nearly kissed. Or whatever it is Lydia walked in on Dave and I doing; which was nothing by the way. We did nothing!

After all this is over, I think I should re-consider just who my best friends are.

A few more songs were played but then the band left and some song came on through the speakers.

Jools and I decided to take a trip to the loos. We reapplied our lippy and what not and then got out quick smart. Girls were already struggling to find space in the mirror and more were piling in.

We stepped back out and we spotted Mabs and Rosie with their boyfriends, standing by the bar. They were eating their boyfriends' faces. I was about to say that to Jools when she saw Rollo, ran up to him and started to eat his face as well. I just shook my head. What happened to the elastic band theory?

I slowly walked up to the bar and was about to order a coke when I spotted Dave sitting on his own.

I slowly approached him.

"What's up?" I' m hoping to hear of the tragic break up he just had with his girlfriend. Of course that's not what happened though. I can't seem to catch a break these days.

Too bad for me. I have a feeling Lydia isn't going to let him go easily. The only way this relationship is going to split is if Dave does it.

Don't worry, I' m working on it.

"Nothing." I sighed. He was being difficult. I slumped into a stool beside him.

"Dave." I said in a warning tone. The sigh came from him.

"Ok, Ok. I just, well do you ever think you know someone, like really know someone, but you feel they aren't really what they seem?" um, what?

"Um, what?" he downed the rest of his coke and stood up.

"Never mind, Gee. Do you want to dance?" a slow song had come on. I was about to say YES YES and THRICE YES when Tony suddenly appeared beside Dave.

"Georgia! There you are. Are you ready for that drink?"

"Oh, um sorry I was just going to…" I looked at Dave and he quickly recovered,

"Kittykat, don't let me interrupt your date. I'm Dave by the way." He turned to his side and shook Tony's hand.

"Tony."

I completely forgot I told Dave that I had a date!! Tony must think I' am so amazingly desperados. Wait, it doesn't matter. After all, he is only a red herring.

"Oh man I have those jeans!" Tony all but screamed to Dave. As Tony scanned Dave's jeans he noticed the fly. I was about to burst out laughing.

"Um, dude, your fly is like, hell open." I had to hold my hand over my mouth to stop myself from totally losing it. Then Dave turned to me, his eyes boring into mine. I wasn't expecting the next thing that came of his witty mouth.

"Oh damn. I forgot that Lydia had been trying to get in down there." What. A. Liar. My jaw fell open while Tony just clapped him on the back and muttered something like "Ladsy man".

"Sorry. I have to go find my girlfriend." And Dave stalked off.

He's good, I'll give him that.

Well, I might as well continue with the plan.

"So, how about that drink?" I drawled out, like he was the only guy on the planet..

10.45pm

Tony and I had danced together all night. He was alright at it, I guess, but I would much rather have had Dave's hot body next to mine. Occasionally the gang would pull themselves away from their snogging and come for a dance. I'll tell you, it wasn't often. I think they were having snogging with-drawl, although I don't think anyone had it worse than me.

The Stiff Dylan's were great. Robbie was back in their band, since apparently Masimo had disappeared after we broke up.

Whoops. Oh well, so over him.

Dave and I hadn't spoken since our little discussion at the bar, which I was fine with, considering he kept sneaking looks at me and my Herring.

But the night was nearly over. Dave and I had to be back by 11.00, which was way early, but vait wouldn't compromise.

I looked at Dave and he stared back. He pointed to his wrist and then pointed outside. I just nodded and watched as he pulled Lydia in for a goodbye kiss. Urgh.

"Tony I have to go." I shouted over the noise. He nodded and said,

"I'll walk you out."

We faced each other as we stood outside the club.

He looked nervous and he started to play with his shirt, it was kind of cute, if you like the nervous type.

Which I did not. I liked the Dave type.

The Dave the laugh type, to be exact.

"Um, Do you want to, um, go out with me on Tuesday?" I looked over his shoulder at Dave, and saw him staring right back. I knew he could hear us. He looked kind of sad actually.

In a jealous type way. I felt a smile creep back up to my lips. My plan was going exactly as planned.

I turned my attention back to Tony, and gave him my biggest smile, without flaring my nostrils.

"Absolutely. What time?" I replied, as I leaned in to give Dave a little bit of his own medicine.

Can you guess who Dave was talking about with Georgia? Unfortunately gee didn't catch on. Anyway, sorry if this took too long to post, I'll try to be quicker. Key word try, lol. I' m going to have a few more chapters with the herring and then some drama! If it's going too slow, just tell me.

Any questions, just ask.

Xox liv