A/N: Evil time! I end up doing this for most of my fics – having a truely evil bit in the middle – but don't worry, I am a supporter of happy endings.
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You're the PANTS that I want
Twelve
5 mins later
'Tatty Bye, Mutti, Vati,' I yelled, pulling my coat on over me and hurrying to the door. I had conveniently forgotten to tell Mutti and Vati that I was going on a date with Dave today, incase they decided to have a strike of the 'there is no way you are going out today young lady, so forget it and as we are your crap, useless parents and our word is LAW!'
'You're going out?' Mutti asked, walking towards me from the kitchen in a vair, vair low cut top... ahhh! My eyes!
'Indeed,' I answered, reaching to the door handle – so close!
'Dressed like that?' she raised her eyebrows at my Gary the Snail T-shirt that was not quite covered by my coat.
'Yes Mutti, like this. Problem?'
'Well, it's not very... flattering,' she stated. Yes, but her type of flattering is a top that covers nothing. I still have my pride thank you very much! I didn't say this though, as I valued my life, and quite wanted to leave.
'Yes well,' I didn't know quite what to say to her.
'Okay,' she sighed. 'Will you be back for lunch?' I shook my head – why would I bother returning here for lunch when all I'll find is an empty cupboard? Mutti sighed and adjusted her top. 'Don't be back too late then,' she said, finally allowing me to dash from the house.
Just as I closed the door behind me I heard Vati yell 'where's Georgia going?' I ran down the road just incase he decided to try and stop me.
Blimey, the things I have to put up with.
11.25
The Park
I'm early. I hope that doesn't make me look too keen. I am keen though...
1 min later
Oh dear...
Oh blimey!
How fan-bloody-tastic!
Masimo is in the park. Holding the hand of Wet Lindsay.
Well she's welcome to him.
They deserve each other.
5 secs later
They've spotted me. Standing alone. Like an aloney lone person.
Great.
10 secs later
Even better. Masimo's coming over.
Stick insect doesn't look best please. I expect she will kill me next chance she gets.
'Ciao, Georgia.'
'Ooh, erm, ciao Masimo!' I greeted him foolishly. Oh baby J, why does he still have that effect on me?!
'I was hoping I would see you soon, no? I was thinking that we should be friends. We could be good friends, no?'
No.
I mean yes!
I mean... I don't know what the hell I mean. As usual I shall be the last to know.
'Erm, yes? Sure, good,' I rambled. Half of me knew that I was just incapable of speaking to someone as good looking as Masimo, but the other half was worried what Dave would think seeing me talking to said good looking person.
I don't think Dave would be very happy if he saw me speaking to the Italian Stallion.
And if he's anything like Wet Lindsay... well lets just say, if looks could kill I'd be dead a hundred times over.
Stupid Wet Lindsay...
'I am glad you think so, Cara,' said the Italian Stallion. I nodded numbly. 'I was, how you say, worried that you would want not to be friends after I asked you to forget your laugh.'
'Ah, that's fine. No problem, all forgotten, in the past!' I rambled. Masimo chuckled and pulled me into his arms, hugging me in what seemed to be his idea of a 'matey hug.'
And that's when I spotted Dave.
Why is it that Dave always turns up at the most awkward times?
'Dave!' I called, wriggling free from Masimo. Dave looked furious, definitely not Mr Laugh.
How much had he seen? Knowing my luck he turned up just in time to see Masimo pull me into a hug.
Well that's just brilliant.
'Dave!' I called again. He glared at me and then turned and began walking away.
'Erm... I have to go,' I muttered to Masimo, who looked guilty.
'I am truly sorry, cara, I hope your laugh is not too angry at us being friends.'
'It's not that, it's...' I didn't have the will or the time to explain that Dave thought I had a serious problem with my horn. I knew that Dave seeing me in Masimo's arms must have made him think that I had gone back to my old ways, but Dave is my one and only now.
I yelled a quick bye over my shoulder and chased after Dave.
1 min later
'Dave!' I yelled again. Finally he stopped, and turned to face me, anger across his face.
'What Georgia?' he demanded. 'You know what? I really thought you had changed! I thought that perhaps you did honestly like me and want to be with me!'
'I do!' I put in honestly. 'I really like you Dave!'
'Then what was that?!' he demanded, gesturing behind me.
'That was nothing! Masimo just came up to me. He asked if we could be friends.'
'Bloody ridiculous,' Dave muttered sourly.
'What?' I felt myself getting angry now. 'You're telling me you're not friends with any of your ex's?' I demanded.
'That's different,' he growled.
'What, 'cus you're a guy?'
'No! Because I, unlike you, am able to restrain myself. I don't have to snog everyone – I'm quite happy with just you! At least, I thought I was!'
Ouch.
'Well you know what!' I yelled foolishly, angry tears falling down my face. I couldn't belive this was happening. Dave was meant to trust me. He was meant to know that he was my one and only and that I wouldn't even consider snogging someone else while I was with him.
'What?' he roared.
I was mildly aware that we had an audience, but at this point I was beyond caring.
'You're just a jealous idiot!' I shouted stupidly. 'You think that would happily cheat on you with Masimo!'
'And why not?' he demanded. 'You cheated on Masimo with me!' That was a killer blow. I felt like I had been slapped in the face. After all, it was true. I had been dating Masimo when a lot of mine and Dave's snogs had happened. I briefly caught Masimo's face watching me, but looked away.
'I couldn't do that to you Dave,' I whispered.
'Well how can I trust that?' Dave asked, lowering his voice slightly. 'OK, I trust you when you said that the handbag lover asked to be friends – but how can I trust that with you being friends with him you won't start seeing him?'
'You can't,' I replied. 'You can't be sure, but you should trust me Dave! You should trust me when I say that it's you and you alone I want to be with!'
'I've tried to trust you Gee, I have,' Dave said. 'I thought that if we started dating it would be different, I thought that I'd be reassured that you were happy with me... But I'm not. I know what you're like Georgia, better than most people do. And I know it's my fault, but that doesn't mean I can cure it...'
'Then,' I gulped, knowing what I was going to say next would tear me up inside. 'Then maybe it's best if we end it. We can't have any kind of relationship if you don't trust me.' The tears that fell down my face were no longer angry ones. It felt like my heart had been ripped in two.
'I agree,' Dave said quietly, his own eyes watery. 'I'm sorry Georgia... I...' he didn't – couldn't – finish his sentence. Instead he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the park with a bunch of idiots and a very satisfied Wet Lindsay starring at me.
1 min later
I knew I shouldn't have worn the Gary the Snail T-shirt!
