A/N: All I can say is.. I'm lazy. And I'm sorry for those of you who wanted
to read the next chapter and it takes me a year to get around to writing
it.
But here it is. In all its glory.
Enjoy!
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It seemed to last forever until the doors opened and The Stiff Dylans walked in.
10:50 pm
I pulled away from Dave as fast as I could, and I knew my face was redder than a baboon's bottom. But I didn't care about my face for once.
I had turned to see Robbie's face, the most obnoxious shade of white I had ever seen, and his eyes were misty.
I didn't try to explain. What was there to explain? I was just snogging Dave when my boyfriend (soon to be ex boyfriend from the looks of it) waltzed in.
He didn't say anything either, though. But I can imagine the things he would have said had he wanted to. Something along the lines of, "My girlfriend is infected with red-bottomosity. I should have known from the beginning. She's like every other girl: boy crazed and stupid. I hate them all."
What a pickle.
11:05 pm
Robbie left just as he had came in. Silently and unsuspected.
I was left with Dave, and we looked at each other.
"Well?" Dave asked.
"Well what?"
"What's going to happen now?"
What does it look like?! My boyfriend just caught me kissing another guy. What is bound to happen?!
"I have no idea, Dave. I can only imagine that my boyfriend walked in, saw me kissing another guy, and left thinking 'Oh wow. I have the best girl in the world. I love her to bits.' Because he is like every other guy: he wants to see his girlfriend with another boy."
"Er.. so? What's going to happen then?"
He's worse than Jas! Ok no, no one is worse than Jas. But he's close to Jas' level of pure stupidity.
"What would you do if you just found your girlfriend kissing her ex boyfriend?"
"I don't know; freak out? Cause a scene? Dump her."
"Thus, we have come to the conclusion that.."
"Oh."
"You know what?" – no, you don't know – "This is the worst thing that could happen."
"There are worse things, Georgia."
"I'd like to see you TRY to name three things worse than this. This is a tragedy. It has ruined the little of a life I have."
"Um.. He could have walked in on you kissing his brother."
"Yeah, that's worse. Should I feel guilty?"
"I'd think so, yeah."
"I don't feel guilty anymore."
"Why?"
Because he's the one who walked in. Because I love you. Because I never loved him and it wouldn't have worked out anyway and it's better that it ended sooner, even if it ended like this, than later.
"Because."
2:30 am
Back home, safe and warm in my bed.
I cannot believe what happened.
Was it a good thing?
4:00 am
I bet you Robbie is sitting around telling his mates, "I dated this real slut. I thought she was something. A real pretty girl, you know. Perfect. But a vixen. A bloody red bottomed vixen."
It wouldn't surprise me. Someone as perfect as myself (maybe not my nose), ah, well we always mess up, don't we?!
How do you know it wasn't you?
4:10 am
Because you weren't kissing Dave the Laugh.
4:20 am
Thinking about what I just wrote. Robbie kissing Dave.. wrong in so many ways..
But yet yummy? What have I turned into?
A slut, you fish.
You cannot escape it.
YOU ARE A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TWAT.
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Ok, sorry it's short and stupid but it's 1 am and yeah.. I'm sleepy.
-yawn- I'll add another chapter ASAP.
Don't be surprised if it's another year or something.
dfX
But here it is. In all its glory.
Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It seemed to last forever until the doors opened and The Stiff Dylans walked in.
10:50 pm
I pulled away from Dave as fast as I could, and I knew my face was redder than a baboon's bottom. But I didn't care about my face for once.
I had turned to see Robbie's face, the most obnoxious shade of white I had ever seen, and his eyes were misty.
I didn't try to explain. What was there to explain? I was just snogging Dave when my boyfriend (soon to be ex boyfriend from the looks of it) waltzed in.
He didn't say anything either, though. But I can imagine the things he would have said had he wanted to. Something along the lines of, "My girlfriend is infected with red-bottomosity. I should have known from the beginning. She's like every other girl: boy crazed and stupid. I hate them all."
What a pickle.
11:05 pm
Robbie left just as he had came in. Silently and unsuspected.
I was left with Dave, and we looked at each other.
"Well?" Dave asked.
"Well what?"
"What's going to happen now?"
What does it look like?! My boyfriend just caught me kissing another guy. What is bound to happen?!
"I have no idea, Dave. I can only imagine that my boyfriend walked in, saw me kissing another guy, and left thinking 'Oh wow. I have the best girl in the world. I love her to bits.' Because he is like every other guy: he wants to see his girlfriend with another boy."
"Er.. so? What's going to happen then?"
He's worse than Jas! Ok no, no one is worse than Jas. But he's close to Jas' level of pure stupidity.
"What would you do if you just found your girlfriend kissing her ex boyfriend?"
"I don't know; freak out? Cause a scene? Dump her."
"Thus, we have come to the conclusion that.."
"Oh."
"You know what?" – no, you don't know – "This is the worst thing that could happen."
"There are worse things, Georgia."
"I'd like to see you TRY to name three things worse than this. This is a tragedy. It has ruined the little of a life I have."
"Um.. He could have walked in on you kissing his brother."
"Yeah, that's worse. Should I feel guilty?"
"I'd think so, yeah."
"I don't feel guilty anymore."
"Why?"
Because he's the one who walked in. Because I love you. Because I never loved him and it wouldn't have worked out anyway and it's better that it ended sooner, even if it ended like this, than later.
"Because."
2:30 am
Back home, safe and warm in my bed.
I cannot believe what happened.
Was it a good thing?
4:00 am
I bet you Robbie is sitting around telling his mates, "I dated this real slut. I thought she was something. A real pretty girl, you know. Perfect. But a vixen. A bloody red bottomed vixen."
It wouldn't surprise me. Someone as perfect as myself (maybe not my nose), ah, well we always mess up, don't we?!
How do you know it wasn't you?
4:10 am
Because you weren't kissing Dave the Laugh.
4:20 am
Thinking about what I just wrote. Robbie kissing Dave.. wrong in so many ways..
But yet yummy? What have I turned into?
A slut, you fish.
You cannot escape it.
YOU ARE A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TWAT.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ok, sorry it's short and stupid but it's 1 am and yeah.. I'm sleepy.
-yawn- I'll add another chapter ASAP.
Don't be surprised if it's another year or something.
dfX