Disclaimer: I am not Louise Rennison, however much I want to be. I do not own any of the characters. (Sob.) (And I don't own Topshop either. I'd like to, that would be rather cooooolio.)
I just own the plot. Anything you remotely recognise doesn't belong to me.
You should know that by now :)
A.N: OH MY GOD.
I am sooooooooooooo sorry for the wait.
I can make it up to you, I promise.
I've just been kabloomed with homework and I've barely been on the computer.
I'm glad you all like the last chappie with the eternity ring and all :)
I was in the fluffiest mood EVER!
Like I am now :D
So I'm going to give you a bit more fluff,
Unless you want aggers?
Tell me :)
I havesss a special treat for you all when my fic date reaches November the 15th (THAT'S MY MADE UP BIRTHDAY FOR GEE!)
SHE WILL BE 17!!!
Heheeeee
BUT HEY HO.
Let's read on, shall we?
Xxx
Part 10: Young German Scientists.
1 minute later
I actually can't believe this!
We're all dancing in the middle of the park to Sven's excellent beat-boxing skills!
I didn't really think Eastenders could be rapped.
Rosie's going mad over it!
"So Gee, what d'ya think?"
What do you think Davey boy?
"I love it, I love it and thrice I love it!"
That must have got the point over.
10 minutes later
Slow dancing, getting very strange looks from pensioners on scooters.
But it is sweet, seeing the old couples hand in hand…
HOLD UP…
NOOOOO!
IT CAN'T BE CAN IT?
THAT'S MISS WILSON AND HERR KAYMER!
And I know the other have realised because Rosie's Pipe is out and Mabs and Edward have leapt apart like two very springy things.
"Jiminy Crickets, Miss Wilson and Herr Kaymer! What a jolly surprise to see you here! You see, we're having a party because Georgia and Dave have promised to be each others life partners! Would you care to boogie?"
Herr Kaymer has gone a new shade of white.
"Oh, hallo Miss Rosie, ve ver just… out on a valk. Not many students know ziz, but, Miss Vilson and I are married. Zeese are our children."
And just like magic, a mini Miss Wilson and a mini Herr Kaymer popped our from behind them (oo-er) I had to cover my mouth to stop the laughter escaping!
"Actually, don't vorry… I mean, err, worry. Get back to your candoodling and knutschen. Fandabbydosy to meet you young German scientists. Pip pip."
They all scuffled away like beetles.
But you know what this means don't you?
MISS WILSON AND HERR KAYMER HAVE GOT UP TO NUMBER 10!
ERLACK!
Get out of my brain!
That's one disturbing image.
Then Dave said,
"Gee, do you reckon we'll be like them one day?"
Dave never ceases to confuse me.
"What, a pale German bloke who wears tartan socks and a twig lady who looks like she's stuck in a time warp? I hope not."
"No you silly um-bongo. Happily married. With normal, If not slightly mad, kids."
Oh, that's what he meant.
"Deffo with extra cherries on top. Now, can we get back to our dancing?"
About half an hour later
Walking back to Dave's house.
I'm completely tuckered out.
But it looks like we're going to have a party, so I need some energy.
I think I'm going to have a talk with Jas'n'Tom.
"Bonjour mes amies!"
But I only got up to mes because they were snog walking.
And so are Rosie'n'Sven, Mabs'n'Edward, Jools'n'Rollo…
Ellen'n'Dec have gone home because they're going out tomorrow and they don't want to be tired.
I feel aloney.
Oh wait; I have my own boyfriend to snog walk with!
Dave's at the back, and he looks all miz…
"Dave, what's wrong?"
"Nothing really babes, I just don't really feel like having a party right now, I want to spend some time alone with you."
Aww!
"Well tell them the party's at… umm… Rollo's house."
"Good thinking Batman. Oi, Rollo! Can the party be at your house mate? Me and Georgia want to have some… alone time."
And he winked!
What a cheeky so and so!
"I see. Get in there mate! Everyone, party's at mine!"
Both of them are devils I tell you, DEVILS!
I looked at Dave in a very sophis and serious manner.
But he just smiled this amazing smile and I went all melty jelloid knickers and fell over.
5 minutes later
Snogging in Dave's porch, it's quite nippy noodles.
I'd rather we go inside.
"Um Dave, can we go in? I'm getting quite cold."
"Oh yeah, sorry."
10 seconds later
Now, this is better.
Warm snogging is better than cold snogging.
And warm lip-nibbling.
(Wow, I said it right for once!)
He's kissing so passionately, I love him; I love him, I LOVE HIM!
He's even doing the varied pressure thing, and he's not foreign!
10 minutes later
Snogging on the sofa.
He's holding my waist with one hand and stroking my hair with the other.
All of a sudden he pulled away.
We're just looking into each others eyes.
Our faces are millimetres apart.
He has the most gorgeous eyes; I'm getting lost in them.
(That sounded well cheesy.)
He's just sat upright, and held out his hand.
Does he want me to hold it or give him money?
Obviously hold it Georgia!
I've took his hand and he's stood up…
So that's what I'm going to do.
Oo-er, he's leading me upstairs, but were saying nothing.
Just, silence.
And Dave looks all serious like.
We got to his door and looked into each others eyes again,
But I couldn't hold it for much longer, I snogged him there on the spot, grabbing onto his shirt so I didn't fall over again.
But as I did, his buttons came undone and his shirt was open.
I giggled quick and I knew Dave was having a laughing spaz inside because I saw him smirk.
But I shut up to keep the silence thingy.
He leant forward and kissed me really softly on the lips, not too much pressure, but enough to make my brain go on holiday.
So I returned the gesture and before long, it turned into a full frontal snog.
We backed onto his bed and he climbed on top of me, and kissed me on the hand.
He's a real gentleman.
We started snogging again but I found that my hands hand a mind of their own and slipped down the sides of Dave's trousers.
I think Dave went into 17 year old boy brain autopilot mode because he started to take off my cardigan.
But I didn't stop him.
I pulled off the rest of his shirt,
And he didn't stop me.
He slid his hand up my leg
and I didn't stop him.
I undid the button on his jeans,
And he didn't stop me.
Well, you get the picture.
Before I knew it, we were both in our underwear, and I knew where this was going.
Dave broke the silence,
"Are you sure Georgia?"
"I've never been more sure in my life."
Our smiles dropped when we heard the front door open and someone call,
"Dave! Are you in? We're home!"
A.N: Well knock me over and call me Franklin!
This chapter just wrote itself!
Wow.
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Really, you are.
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