A/N: Hey-lo to everyone strange enough out there to be reading my fic! I really haven't written any Georgia Nicholson yet, so....bear w/ me!
Disclaimer: Confessions of Georgia Nicholson belongs to Louise Rennison.
Ch. 1: Fireworks and Late Night Phone Calls
Friday
10:32 PM
Poo, poo, double poo and triple merde. Life is unfair. Mutti and Vati are unfair. THE WORLD IS UNFAIR! Here I sit, alone in my stupid house with no company but Libby and her un-nappied bottom, and the Sex God called. He is in Hamburger-a-gogo land right now. It's some mad American holiday over there where they shoot off fireworks, and eat hot dogs, and have parties, and generally stay up all night. It sounds just mad.
And I CAN'T BE THERE! Because unfair Mutti and Vati will never let me go to Hamburger-a-gogo land with the Sex God, where I could be watching fireworks, and snogging, and eating hot dogs, and snogging. And snogging. But I am being forced to stay at school and get a bloody education! I am having severe snogging withdrawl.
I would go snog Dave the Laugh to comfort myself but Libby needs watching, not to mention that she has just sat her un-nappied bottom in my lap. Help me, Buddah!
11:30 PM
When Libby finally removed her bottom from my legs and I washed myself thoroughly, I called Dave the Laugh. And, listen to this, he was SLEEPING!!!! What kind of person goes to sleep before 11:30, I ask you? Well, besides Vati. Here is how the conversation went:
"Hello, Dave?"
"This is Dave's (cough, cough) MOTHER."
"Well may I speak to Dave?"
"You want to speak with my (cough, cough) SON?"
"Yes, may I speak with Dave?"
"It's 11:30 at night."
"I know. So, may I speak with Dave?"
"(cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)"
(Souinds of heavy footsteps in the distance)
"DAVE!!! (knock, knock, knock) The (cough, cough) PHONE is for you!"
"Wh-uuuut?"
"The PHONE is for YOU!"
(Sounds of grumblings from mothers and footsteps and picking up the phone.)
"He-llo?"
"Dave?"
"Yeah. Who is this?"
"This is Georgia."
"Georgia?"
"Yes, it's Georgia."
"It's 11:30 at night, Georgia."
"Yes, I have been informed of that, Dave."
"Oh."
"Dave, I didn't.....wake you up, did I?"
"Sort of."
"You go to sleep at 11:30?"
"11:00."
"Oh."
"Why did you call?"
"Just to talk."
"It's 11:30."
"Oh. Well, then, I guess I'll let you go."
"Okay. Bye, Georgia."
Isn't that just strange? I ask you, what kind of normal person goes to sleep at 11:00?!?!?! And his phone conversation skills were reaching the level of Jas. Ack. Anyway. It is official. My life is merde. I have no SG, no fireworks, no snogging, and Dave the Laugh goes to sleep at 11:00!!!
12:12
I am just thinking...I KNOW that Dave the Laugh has stayed out far past 11:30 at various parties I have been to. So why was he asleep? Is he avoiding me? Do I no longer have the option of Dave the Laugh? This is horrible. Also, because if I choose the Laugh over the Sex God I will never reach number 10 on the snogging scale if he goes to sleep at 11.
Merde.
A/N: Tada! That is the first chapter. I have no idea where this story is going. I just felt like writing and it's been FOREVER since I got a review on my other fic. Don't EVER write for miscellaneous novels. EVER. It is condemning yourself to no reviews for the rest of your life. Anyway....review!
Disclaimer: Confessions of Georgia Nicholson belongs to Louise Rennison.
Ch. 1: Fireworks and Late Night Phone Calls
Friday
10:32 PM
Poo, poo, double poo and triple merde. Life is unfair. Mutti and Vati are unfair. THE WORLD IS UNFAIR! Here I sit, alone in my stupid house with no company but Libby and her un-nappied bottom, and the Sex God called. He is in Hamburger-a-gogo land right now. It's some mad American holiday over there where they shoot off fireworks, and eat hot dogs, and have parties, and generally stay up all night. It sounds just mad.
And I CAN'T BE THERE! Because unfair Mutti and Vati will never let me go to Hamburger-a-gogo land with the Sex God, where I could be watching fireworks, and snogging, and eating hot dogs, and snogging. And snogging. But I am being forced to stay at school and get a bloody education! I am having severe snogging withdrawl.
I would go snog Dave the Laugh to comfort myself but Libby needs watching, not to mention that she has just sat her un-nappied bottom in my lap. Help me, Buddah!
11:30 PM
When Libby finally removed her bottom from my legs and I washed myself thoroughly, I called Dave the Laugh. And, listen to this, he was SLEEPING!!!! What kind of person goes to sleep before 11:30, I ask you? Well, besides Vati. Here is how the conversation went:
"Hello, Dave?"
"This is Dave's (cough, cough) MOTHER."
"Well may I speak to Dave?"
"You want to speak with my (cough, cough) SON?"
"Yes, may I speak with Dave?"
"It's 11:30 at night."
"I know. So, may I speak with Dave?"
"(cough, cough, cough, cough, cough)"
(Souinds of heavy footsteps in the distance)
"DAVE!!! (knock, knock, knock) The (cough, cough) PHONE is for you!"
"Wh-uuuut?"
"The PHONE is for YOU!"
(Sounds of grumblings from mothers and footsteps and picking up the phone.)
"He-llo?"
"Dave?"
"Yeah. Who is this?"
"This is Georgia."
"Georgia?"
"Yes, it's Georgia."
"It's 11:30 at night, Georgia."
"Yes, I have been informed of that, Dave."
"Oh."
"Dave, I didn't.....wake you up, did I?"
"Sort of."
"You go to sleep at 11:30?"
"11:00."
"Oh."
"Why did you call?"
"Just to talk."
"It's 11:30."
"Oh. Well, then, I guess I'll let you go."
"Okay. Bye, Georgia."
Isn't that just strange? I ask you, what kind of normal person goes to sleep at 11:00?!?!?! And his phone conversation skills were reaching the level of Jas. Ack. Anyway. It is official. My life is merde. I have no SG, no fireworks, no snogging, and Dave the Laugh goes to sleep at 11:00!!!
12:12
I am just thinking...I KNOW that Dave the Laugh has stayed out far past 11:30 at various parties I have been to. So why was he asleep? Is he avoiding me? Do I no longer have the option of Dave the Laugh? This is horrible. Also, because if I choose the Laugh over the Sex God I will never reach number 10 on the snogging scale if he goes to sleep at 11.
Merde.
A/N: Tada! That is the first chapter. I have no idea where this story is going. I just felt like writing and it's been FOREVER since I got a review on my other fic. Don't EVER write for miscellaneous novels. EVER. It is condemning yourself to no reviews for the rest of your life. Anyway....review!
