Disclaimer: I am not Louise Rennison, however much I want to be. I do not own any of the characters. (I would like to own Dave, for my own benefits. NO RUDEY DUDEY THOUGHTS!) (I don't own "I'm a celebrity, get me out of here!" or ITV either. Or Trimbles fancy dress shop, it's where I get my ballet stuff :D Or The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Or Avenue Q. Or The Lion King. Blimey the list could go on! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR THE PLOT!!!)

Anything you remotely recognise doesn't belong to me.

You should know that by now :)

Warning on this chapter.

Big Warning.

Not allot of rude stuff, but some sad stuff.

A.N: Wow, had some lovely feedback for that last chap, and don't worry, that Masimo beating wasn't completely irrelevant *shifty eyes*

LOL! So, with no further ado, let's get crack-a-lacking!

Just want to say how hard this chapter has been to write,

I need to get the aggers just right…

I think I may have ruined the whole fic with this big shocker,

But I won't know until I try.

I CRIED WRITING THIS EVERYBODY!

I CRIED!

Chapter 12: PANIC! At the party.

6:40am.

I can't believe this. He woke me up and now I can't get back to sleep. Stupid Vole Ma…..

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

8:10am.

Bugger Bugger Bugger!

Thank you very much Mutti dearest for not waking me up, I shall now be late again.

OUCH!

And to make things better, I stub my toe getting out of bed.

I can tell this isn't going to be a very good day.

Oh well, we have Mabs' musicals party tonight.

And apparently me and Dave are going as Columbia and Frank'n'furter from rocky horror.

I like to think Dave might look ok in stockings, a corset, high heels and makeup.

That is what I like to think.

Ooh, that reminds me.

I need to phone Dave to speak to him about the big Masimo duffing up fandango.

8:30am

Hobbling up the hill to Jas' house.

Why does she have to live up such a steep hill?

Couldn't she just live on a normal street?

Pants ahoy, Jas, Tom and Dave are waiting at the bottom of the hill.

Running over to them, and my bra is rising up around my neck.

Have my nungas shrunk or something?

Let me check the strap…

10 seconds later

GROSS, GROSS AND TRIPLE GROSS.

I'm wearing Mutti's nunga holder.

She must have put it in my draw!

Oh this must be illegal.

Looked up to see Jas, Tom and Dave looking weirded out.

Well, I did just check what bra I was wearing in the middle of the street.

I laughed it off.

Walked over to Dave for a quick snog.

Meh, only number 4 but who's counting?

"Hello beautiful."

Mmmm, that reminds me of Nick Jonas.

Gorgeous people speak alike I guess?

"Hello Handsome."

Jas and Tom were staring at us like two agog things.

Stare on you twigs, we're in love.

"How are you? Tom told me you duffed up the lesbian."

"Uh yeah, the biscuit took over my body and I just went ballistimicus. But all is well."

"Fabby. And may I ask what in the name of Buddha's oversized pyjamas is in that bag! It's huge!"

He was carrying a gigantibus bowling bag type thingy with a huge chavvy logo on it.

"It's my costume Kittykat, you know, for Mabs' party."

Oh poo bums! I need to get a costume together! It can't be that hard can it?

That was the most stupid question I've ever asked myself.

Anyone that knows me knows how I am with changing clothes.

This is going to be a nightmare.

"I need to get mine together, but I won't have time!"

"Why don't we just bunk off school together Sexkitty?"

Oo-er, truanting…

I'm not sure…

"Well, umm, we might get in, y'know, trouble… or something?"

Please don't make a comment about me sounding like Ellen, it's getting old.

"Don't worry Ell... I mean Gee, we'll be fine."

"GET a fine more like."

Thanks, Miss Jasmine Pollyanna Safety-pants 2008.

"Lighten up, Jas. We'll just say we're on study leave."

Good point well made Dave.

"Exams aren't for another 7 months Dave."

Good point well made Jas.

"Then we'll just… umm, RUN!"

He grabbed my arm and legged it.

I actually think I'm being dragged!

Oh no, wait, I'm running.

This is force! Maybe I didn't want to bunk off school.

I should call Esther Rantzen's Child line, because now I don't even need to worry about getting through to Esther, she's out in Australia doing that naff "I'm a celebrity, get me out of here!" Show for ITV.

Do you know what? I can't even be bothered.

Half an hour later

In Trimbles fancy dress shop with Dave.

There are so many costumes!

All glittery and sparkly and lovely!

"Gee, this is the Columbia costume!"

Dave was holding up a miniscule pair of black sequinned hot pants, a strapless gold corset, black fishnet stockings and a gold sparkly top hat.

He had the cheekiest grin on his face ever.

Is he actually being serious?

"This is really it?"

"Yep, try it on in the changing rooms."

5 minutes later

This is actually really nice, not to mention flattering.

I need to see Dave's face when he sees me in this.

Oh, phone's ringing.

"Hi, Gee Nicks speaking, currently dressed as Columbia from the Rocky Horror picture show, how may I help you?"

"Hello Munchkin, it's only Daddy. Why are you dressed up? Aren't you meant to be doing school work?"

Oh great. Vati's talking to me whilst I'm wearing practically nothing.

I have the sudden urge to clean myself.

And he doesn't know I'm out of school.

"What is it Dad? I'm a bit busy… doing… rehearsals. Romeo and Juliet has been cancelled, we're doing Rocky horror now."

"Ok Pumpkin just wanted to say that me and Uncle Alan are taking Mum and Bibs out for dinner tonight, so don't expect us home when you get back from your 'do."

Did he honestly just say 'do?

"Dad, it's not a 'do, it's a house party, okay?"

I think Dave may be getting a bit restless.

"Come on kittykat, I want to get my hands on you!"

I've got the feeling Vati heard that.

"Who was that Gee?"

"It was Dave, he's helping with rehearsals… it's a new song. La la la la, hands on youuu-u-u-uuu…"

I'm truly tone deaf.

"Err, okay then Georgia, well, we'll see you tomorrow morning. Oh Libby wants to speak to you."

Christ on an undersized bicycle.

"Gingey!"

"Hello Libs, Georgie has to go now."

Well I don't, but I would like to show my boyfriend my costume.

"Okay cat, good BAAAY, I LOVE YOU LOTS AND belly tots. HOG HEGGY HOG!"

I hung up.

"Gee, are you gonna take any longer?"

Oh quit your moaning laughy one.

I opened the curtain of the dressing room and stood with one hand on my hip and the other hand near my face with my finger in my mouth.

Dave went very pale and said

"You don't know how turned on I am right now."

He ran into the cubicle thing with me and drew the curtain.

Mmmm, snoggity snog snog snog.

30 minutes later

Running down the high street.

A worker thought I'd been incredibly long getting changed so she took it upon her self to check if I was okay.

She opened the curtain, saw Dave with his trousers round his ankles, me kneeling on the floor in front of him and chucked us out.

AND BEFORE YOU SAY OR THINK ANYTHING, nothing rude happened.

Dave was getting into his costume and I dropped an earring.

Happy now?

I guess I can't blame her; the angle she saw us from was quite unfortunate.

Dave found this whole situation hilarious, and suggested we tried it for real.

I just biffed him round the head with my shopping bag.

Good news is: we got to pay for the costume before we left, so I can officially be Columbia. Happy Days.

6:30pm

Oh giddy god, this has been one hell of a day.

And to top it all off, I left my bag on the bus and had to run to the next stop just so I could get on the bus and grab it again.

I know I just skipped allot of the day, but It was quite boring.

Me and Dave just walked and talked and held hands.

That was the most of it.

Except for when that police officer stopped us and Dave pretended we were 21, getting married and expecting a baby.

Weirdly enough he believed him, but I whacked Dave again for insinuating I looked pregnant.

Well, that brings us to right now, standing at Mabs' door in out costumes.

Dave's eyes keep floating down to my nungas.

I have to keep reminding him that his costume is practically the same as mine.

Rosie opened the door; she's dressed as Lucy the Slut from 'Avenue Q' and Sven's dressed as 'Trekkie Monster'

"Well hello there fellow musical type people. Would you care for a choccie biscuit?"

"I have my own biscuit, ta very much."

Smooth, Gee. But then Dave got very close to me and whispered;

"Feel free to cover me in chocolate and lick it off."

And he winked.

I hope he was talking about being a biscuit.

1 hour later

The music is so loud!

We're dancing to the Time Warp, so me and Dave are in the middle, as it's from our musical.

The music stopped and Ellen shouted (well, kind of)

"Erm, Gee… I think your, thing, mobile is like, ringing…"

"Thanks Ell."

I grabbed my phone and took it out into the Garden.

"Hello? Dad, if that's you, I'm at the party, can you wait till tomorrow to tell me one of your crap jokes please?"

"Is this Georgia Nicolson?"

I've never heard that voice before… how do they know my name?

"Yes, who are you?"

"This is Doctor Wood from Kemphurst hospital."

I could literally hear my heart beating it was going so fast.

"W...What's happened?"

"I'm afraid your family have been in a car accident."

Oh god.

"Please tell me they're okay, please!"

I saw Jas, Dave and Rosie run into the Garden and I could hear then asking what's wrong and who it was on the phone.

"Your parents and your Uncle are fine, they're just injured, but I'm extremely sorry to inform you that your sister, Liberty..."

He told me and I couldn't take in what I was hearing.

My eyes went blurry and my knees felt weak, I screamed and fell to the floor, and dropped the phone.

Jas picked it up and Dave rushed to my side.

I could hear Jas in the background shouting and crying, but I couldn't concentrate.

I just wanted to wake up and for everything to be a dream, but I knew inside that that wouldn't happen and that everything was true. Dave's speaking to me but I don't want to hear, I just want… I don't know what I want.

I want this to be over… I just want to go home.

Dave shook me and said,

"Georgia, please tell me what's wrong!"

I could only manage to whimper out a few words…

"Libby… sh...she's dead."

A.N: I'M CRYING SO MUCH :'( :'(

Oh my gosh.

Please don't hate me, this chapter wrote itself.

I don't know what came over me.

Seriously.

There are people saying I need more aggers, and I don't want to hurt Dave n gee,

So, yeah.

I'M SO SORRY.

SO VERY SORRY.

Please review even though I know you hate my guts.

Sophie

Xxxxx