Same Day
3:15 pm
This is the fabulosity of my life...
5 seconds into my snogfest with not so italiano pratio and he stopped me.
"What?"
"Did you just call me...Robbie?"
"What? When?"
"A few minutes ago, I just remembered."
Oh fabbity fab, he's practically eating my face and all he can think about is what I said 3 minutes ago?
"No...I didn't say anything."
"Yes you did, you called me Robbie."
"No I didnt!"
"I may not have the best english but I know what I heard."
"Just shut up and lets continue."
He grumbled but we continued anyhow. That's how irresistable I am.
This was it. I was going to make it to number 10.
I began to unbutton his shirt and trousers and he did the same for me. It was quite awkward actually and my nungas kept getting in the way.
So there I was lying in the nuddypants in Italiano not so pratios bed, and we were about to get to Rosie and Sven.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Georgia?" He asked.
I nodded. But I wasnt sure. I mean, this was quite a giganticamus step, and I wasn't really sure if I was ready.
Then I started thinking about what Masimo had said, why did I call him Robbie? Was it just a stupid mistake?
This is as confusing as Ms. Stamp and her moustache giving me an incredibly hard maths question. Erlack, mabye I am a lesbian, thinking about Ms. Stamp when I'm about to get to number10.
Unlike every other confusion in my life, I have no time to think about this problem, I have no time to consult Jas as 'it' is hovering inches above me (the 'problem' , not Jas)
Mabye I called him Robbie because I got the two mixed up? Thats probably it. I just harmlessly mixed the two up. It is very confusing to tell the difference between two sex gods.
Wait a tick! I don't want to get to number 10 for the first time with someone whom I confuse with another sex god! I barely know anything about Masimo, except that he AND Robbie both hurt me. I can't do this. I don't want to get to Rosie and Sven with an Italiano Pratio, I want to get to Rosie and Sven level with someone I love.
"Wait." I said just in the nick of time.
"What is it, caro? Having second thoughts?"
"Yes." I pulled myself up on the bed and covered myself with my jacket.
"It is alright."
What? No, "NO GEORGIA! I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU! I MUST GET TO NUMBER 10 WITH YOU RIGHT AWAY!"? He took that quite well. Hmpf.
"Thank you...I just don't think I'm ready."
"It is...understandable. I know why, you are still in love with Robbie."
"What?"
"You called me by his name just before."
Ugh, I have no time to explain things of mucho importantosity to the incredibly dim.
"Goodbye Masimo."
"Ciao."
I dressed again and left Italiano Pratios house. I guess I never will get to Rosie and Sven level. As that was probably my last chance ever with a boy. I will be one of those crazy old ladies with a squillion cats in her house that walks around shaking her cane at les enfant passing on their skateboards.
Ho Hum Pigs Bum. This is quite depressing, I am on the rack of love once again. Except this time there is no sex gods to decide between, there is no one.
I wonder if this is what drove Ms. Stamp to become a lesbian, boy troubles. It seems like the smart thing to do, mabye I should start respecting Ms. Stamp more and stop slipping that facial hair removing cream into her desk drawers next year.
In my bed of Pain
Mutti came in to my room, with Libby in her arms and wearing none other than her hamburger a go go flag skirt...has she even washed the thing? Erlack.
"Georgia, I think we need to have a talk."
Good vati in heaven, what is it now?
"Yes?"
"I was just wondering if you were going to be needing any protection you know, just in case..."
Ohmygiddygodstrousers! How did she know? Can she smell sex or something? No, because I didnt even have sex. Mabye she is just a mad psycho-whatsit.
"Mutti, that is a very irrelevant question as I don't think I will be having sex any time soon."
"Why not?"
Does she want me to be having sex?
"Because I don't think I will ever find someone."
"Ginger's having sex. Ginger's having sex." Oh great, Libbys made a new song.
"Honey, you will find someone. Don't worry. And then you'll be having lots of sex...when you're older."
Erlack! Did I honestly need to hear that from my mutti? Seriously, she probably wants me to be having sex. I know she wants me to become a lady of the night so she can pimp me out.
My mother the pimp.
"I think I should take you for your first gyno appointment."
I ask you, where the hell did that come from? No one can really understand what goes on in her head.
"I will take you up on that offer...when hell freezes over."
"Oh honey, it is important for you to be healthy."
"I am healthy! I dont need someone looking at my girly parts to tell me that I'm healthy!"
"You'll come around..."
Think what you want Mutti, but I will not be paying a visit to any gyno-whatsit as long as my name is Georgia Nicholson.
Too bad, I was hoping to change my name when I turn 18 so I can ditch the ancients and they will never find me.
Libby walked away with mutti and down the hall singing, "Ginger's having sex..."
"WHAT?" Roared Vati from downstairs somewhere.
"Calm down, shes not having sex. Did you honestly think she would be?" Mutti assured him.
And then the two of them began to laugh, and then libby joined in laughing andsinging, "Georgia's not having sex...hahaha. Georgia's not having sex." they continued to laugh.
Cheers, family. Like I needed to be reminded.
6:00 pm
Rang Jas.
"Hello?"
"Jas?"
"Hey, Gee. Are you alright? You stormed out of here in a right state."
"You all deserved it."
"I'm not going back on what I said."
"Jas?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"Ugh. Alright. What did you call for?"
"I almost made it to Rosie and Sven Level with Masimo."
"What? When?"
"Just after I left the ace gang meeting."
"Oh my...So what happened?"
"Well, we got in the nuddypants and in his bed and got up to 8 and a half and then we were about to do it but I walked out."
"What do you mean you walked out?"
"I left."
"In the nuddypants?"
MY GOD, she is dim sometimes.
"NO, Jas, queen of the very unbright , in my clothing of course."
"So what did you do when you left?"
"I just kind of said, I'm not ready...and then left."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"..."
"..."
"What was it like?"
"What do you mean 'it'? I didn't actually do 'it'"
"No...I mean, 'it'."
"What?"
"His trouser snake! I hear that italian boys-"
"-Jas before you finish that sentence I should advice you not to or I will be forced to run over to your house andgive you agood duffing up with the telephone."
"Ohh...So it wasn't that great. Tom's is-"
That's where I hung up. I'm sorry, but I did not want to hear any details about Hunky's trouser snake addedems
Tuesday June 21st
So this is how my summer is going to be. Lying about in my bed of pain wondering if any of my so-called mates are going to ring. And yet I can't go out with them anyways because I'm afraid I may run into Dave the Laugh. That's another thing to add to the list of wonderful (not) things going on in my life right now.
Tuesday July 5th
What excitement I have encountered in the past two weeks! It has been a whirlwind of fun and adventure.
NOT
It has been a whirlwind of sheer crap, thats what its been.
Wednesday July 6th
11:00 am
What am I going to do with my life? I have absolutely no idea. I want something that offers minimal work for maximum pay, but I have been told recently that I am a very 'stupid girl' for aspiring for something so impratical.
What does Hawkeye know? She has crushed my dreams.
I wonder what Hawkeye does during the summer?
Her and Lindsay probably have meetings at the school every day where they polish science beakers and discuss new forms of torture they can use for next term.
3:00 pm
I would fancy being one of those rich, sophisticated, upbeat New york journalists that you see in all those movies.
I do think I have a skill for writing.
I will try my hand at it right now,
Why Wet Lindsay and all the rest of the hitler youth are fascists who should be burned at the steak...
4:00 pm
Showed the article to the ancients. They thought it was a little harsh, but well written.
11:33 pm
I've cracked it!
I'll be one of those painfully truthful/possibly cruel critics that writes reviews of how utterly crap movies and restaurants and such are. It would be a brillant job for me to take out all my pent up agression from my hard knock life.
Thursday July 7th
5:00 pm
Discussed with the ancients my potential career idea earlier today.
To my surprise they thought it was a wonderful idea.
The only fly in the ointment is that now they have been spending all afternoon looking up unis that offer good journalism programs. They put oxford at the top of their list.
I gave them a meaningful lookand hoped to buddha they were not daft enough to not be able to interpret what it meant. It meant,
'Only wet drippy drips like Wet Lindsay get into Oxford and if you two actually think I'm going to get into that school then you belong in the loonie bin with grandpa.'
Apparently they were too daft.
They also put a load of schools in hamburger a go go, hockey hair a go goand even kiwi a go go. Cor, they are bloody keen to get rid of me.
Saturday July 9th
9:00 pm
Today was fab. Not.
Jas and I called up the ace gang for a trip to boots.
We headed out all together, except Rosie had the brilliant idea to split us up into two teams and carry walkie talkie radios and communicate as we made our way into town seperately then we would meet up at boots. So I went into a group with Rosie and Jools while Ellen, Jas and Mabs were in the other. It sounded like a good idea at the time, until we all got lost.
"Rosie, how could we have gotten lost? We're not far from where we live?"
"I don't know, Gee, I've never been down this street before."
"Me neither."
"Try the radio again." Suggested Jools.
"MAY-DAY, MAY-DAY! Foxy Cleopatras lost. I repeat, FOXY CLEOPATRAS lost."
Yes, our team name was the foxy cleopatras...i thought it was quite clever.
"Where are you?" Came Jas' voice.
"Jas, if we knew where we were we wouldnt be asking for help now would we?"
She sighed in her huffy granny Jasish way.
"What street are you on, I mean."
"I think Pruet."
"...hmmm..."
"Yes?"
"Where the hell is that?"
"I DONT KNOW, Jas. I wouldnt be calling to ask if I knew."
"Well that was rather stupid move to call me then wasn't it?"
"GOODBYE Jas."
"Roger that. Over and Out."
She is so spectacularily sad sometimes.
In the end I had to use Jools' mobile to ring vati and ask him to pick us up.
He grumbled all the way home because we made him miss the game with the lads.
Jools and Rosie had a laugh in the backseat when I did my impression of a lock jaw germ in the rear view mirror whilst he ranted.
Monday July 11th
6:00 pm
Uncle Eddie, Grandad, Aunt Kath and Cousin James have all come over for a family get together thing for Muttie. She has decided to become a working class mum, with more emphasis on the mum part. She recently got a promotion at work, you see, with less hours and more pay. And so she has decided to dedicate her valuable spare time to doing the washing and baking cookies, with the occasional italian/yoga/cooking class (when I say occasional I mean not so occasional, as in every day.)
She made us a bloody awful roast that tastes like bits of old tire. However I did not complain in the company of our guests because I am very grateful that I have a mutti that cooks me tire roast.
8:35 pm
Cousin James has just asked if I wanted to go upstairs and play a video game on his new laptop.
I told him I would love to, but I have a rare fungus on my left big toe that makes it impossible for me to walk up staircases.
He still seemed keen though, so Mutti forced me against my will.
8:38 pm
Grumbly. Grumbly. Up the stairs. My mouth still tastes like bits of old tire.
Why don't my parents ever buy me anything nice like a laptop? Mutti just had a raise, they should buy me something useful and practicallike new makeup or those pretty flats I saw in a store window the other day.
I have to make an effort to limp up the stairs so James doesn't suspect I was lying.
11:10 pm
At last the loon family has all gone home, I managed to live through a night with Cousin James and a squillion bald jokes from Uncle Eddie. But I made it.
Libby crawled in to bed with me, it has been a while since she slept with me, I think she growing out of the sleeping in other peoples beds phase. I almost miss her at night (and scuba diving barbie, and pantalitzer, and our lord sandra, mr. potato head, and occasionally Muttis bra/Libbys Blankie)
Angus and Gordystill sleep with me every night, they are loyal pals.
Although they don't sleep here every night, most of the time they are off with Naomi.
Ho hum pigs bum.
Tuesday July 12th
11:00 am
Cousin James left his laptop here!
Being the super sleuth I am I decided to examine the laptop for sleuthing reasons.
I went through all his files and found some nudy pics, tres amusant, and I listened to all his music files, almost all whiny sad music about killing yourself, blah. Almost like the Stiff Dylan's music, except bad. He had movie clips of the lord of the rings and was an official member of the lord of the rings club. Wow. What a social life my cousin leads.
Then around half way through my sleuthing an instant message popped up,
Hello James, you naughty boy. How are you feeling this morning?
11:05 am
My cousin has an online lover!
Hahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
I rang up Jas immediately.
"Hello?"
"Jas get your bony arse down here right away!"
"Whats wrong!"
"You'll see! It is hilarious beyond the valley of hilarosity!"
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
12:00 pm
We've been talking to James' internet lover.
Her screename is MissAlabama563
"So she is from hamburger a go go!" Said Jas.
James, muffin, are you still there?
Hahahahahahaahahahahahahahaahahahahahaahahahahahahaahahaha! MUFFIN! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! We had a fit rolling on the floor and then Jas pointed out we probably would need to write something back or she would go.
Yes, sexlolly, I am still here.
I wrote next. This is going to be the most hilarious afternoon EVER!
Good, I missed you on chatroom 326 last night.
Oh yes, chatroom 326, sorry I missed it.
Where were you?
I was at my cousins house, she has big breasts and I like to touch them.
Jas wrote that last bit. I had to give her a serious duffing up with the pillow after that.
thats hot.
I don't think it is very hot, personally. Incest may be hot in Alabama...but not in Georgialand.
"What do we write now?" I asked Jas.
She began typing again,
what are you wearing?
Nothing...care to see?
Erlack! NO! NO! NO!
Er, not right now, my...uh...computer is not accepting web cam stuff.
Oh alright. Mabye later. What do you want me to do to you, James?
I'd like you to meet me in public for a nice bit of a romp.
Alright, where?
I may be le genius and Jas may be, well, Jas but we sure as The bummer twins aren't virgins don't know any places in Alabama.
You pick a place.
Do you live anywhere near Truman Park?
Yes. Quite near there actually.
Then I will meet you there in half an hour.
Alright then. See you.
And we logged off.
The two of us couldn't contain our laughter. We were rolling on the floor, pounding your fists on the ground with tears in our eyes kind of laughing. Miss Alabama563 was off to meet James somewhere in hamburger a go go and he is not going to be there! He's going to be thousands of miles away, across the atlantic! Hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaha.
12:45 am
Jas decided to spend the night, we've spent the day laughing about James and MissAlabama563, doing manic dancing to the radio, eating pop tarts and talking about boys.
We were lying snug in bed and it was pitch black and silent. Finally Jas broke the silence,
"Do you think you and Dave will get back together?"
"Jas what are you talking about?"
"Well, you were so good together. You may have been acrap mateto ellen by going with him, buthe laughed at your jokes and you laughed at his."
"I thought boys don't like girls for laughs, Jas."
"Well, I've rethought that theory, and I think boys do like a girl who enjoys a laugh or two."
"Yes well, Dave doesn't want to go out with me so long as I don't love him."
"You do love him though."
"Not this again."
"But you do, admit it. You do."
She is so annoyingly persistant. Mabye I should say I love him so that she'll leave me alone. No because then I won't hear the end of it.
"Jas, I don't love him. I really don't."
"YES, you do."
"Jas, you can't tell me how I feel."
"Yes I can, because I know you love him."
"I don't though."
"But you do."
Blimey O'reillys trousers. This will go on for ages if I don't put an end to it. I tried to make a lezzie barrier between us with some pillows and a few teddies but she blithered on,
"Admit it, admit you love him."
"Enough, Jas!"
"Have a good long think about it. I'll give you five minutes."
"Jas, you can't give me five minutes to wonder if I love someone."
"Well, how long will it take then. Ten minutes?"
"No, Jas, it could take half an hour, or ten hours, or ten days!"
"But I'll be asleep by then. Just think about it."
So I'm thinking about it. I do like Dave, I mean, he is pretty good looking, quite gorgey actually. And his snogging skills are quite good, and he's the best laugh I've met in ages. He's also really sweet and thoughtful and he loves me. I do like him ALOT, mabye more than ALOT, mabye...I dont know. My brain has gone all akimbo. I do like him, very much. Yes, I love him, wait...I meant to say like him. Wait, do I love him? Mabye I do, but I can't. But mabye I do. Blast, I am undecided as two undecided things.
"Maybe I love him."
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
"Jas. Jas! Wake up!"
"Huh?"
"I said, mabye I love him."
"I told you!"
"I said Mabye Jas, not yes."
"Well you do. No doubt about it."
"How can you say that? Do you have proof?"
She is really beginning to make me angry.
"I see the way you look at him, or how you look when we talk about him, and you glow when your around him."
"I glow? Oh please don't tell my Mutti that or she'll take me to Dr. Clooney and my life is just too tragic at the moment for her to start up her affair again."
"Gee, for once in your life be serious."
"Alright...This is me being serious."
"SERIOUSLY."
"OK this is me being serious, seriously."
"You love him."
"I might love him."
"You love him."
"I MIGHT love him!"
"I give up, let's go to sleep."
That's easy enough for her to say.
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Thursday July 14th
3:56 pm
Went searching through my drawers to find Muttis hair remover that I stole and cleverly hid for future usage, the oranguatang gene is wreaking havoc on my legs again.
Didn't find the hair remover but I did find all the little prezzies he gave me during my solitary confinement. Here's his tape he gave me, I'll give it a listen.
4:10 pm
I listened to it three times and on the third time Mutti came in and started dancing around, swivelling her hips and such. I swear her basoomas are a hazard to society, she almost knocked my desk lamp over with them. Libby came in after in just her knickers and shouted, "Oh yeah!" As she thrust her hips to the music. She really is a lovely child, if not a little bit psycho.
4:15 pm
After I cleared the insane out of my room I listened to it again, it is quite a groovy song. Dave is the sweetest boy I have ever known. Mabye I should love him, what is wrong with me?
4:20 pm
Just found his picture of a boy with a horn on a mountain that says, 'I have the specific horn for Georgia Nicholson.' He really is sweet. I think I do love him, whats not to love? How do I tell him this without looking like un fool in a skirt?
6:00 pm
Jas and I went on an expedition to find Dave the laugh. We decided not to stop until we find that boy, the boy I love.
It's still strange saying that and it gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside, not to be confused with the feeling of being sick...that feeling is one that happens when you see your vati in the shower naked or when one of the bummer twins pops a giganticamus spot in front of you. Erlack!
10:45 pm
Still searching. We saw Robbie outside of a club, he looked sad when he saw me. Too bad for you, ex-sex god, you had your chance but you chose snogging sheep in whanagamata.
11:34 pm
Where in the name of Herr Kamyers fear of birds is that boy? We've looked all around the neighbourhood, foxwood, the park, the fields, the clubs, where his mates usually spend their boy-type time but he is no where in sight.
Jas is getting very whiney and the way she gets when she is about to give up. Honestly, I don't know how Tom puts up with her.
"Can't you tell him you love him another day."
"Jas, what if I change my mind by tommorow?"
"You wont."
"How do you know that? I am very wishywashy with these types of decisions."
"Hush."
HUSH! I don't think anyone has told me to 'Hush' since I was in kindy, I am a woman now, a woman in love.
12:00 am
I knew the ancients would be starting to worry around this time. Finally we saw Rollo and Jools in the distance and ran up to them.
"Rollo do you know where Dave is? We've been looking for him all night. We went to the school and to the park and the fields and EVERYWHERE."
"Really...everywhere?" He asked.
"YES!" Both Jas and I yelled at the same time.
"Have you tried his house?"
I blame Jas. She is so ludicrously dim sometimes, how could she have not thought to remind me to go to his house. Stupid, stupid Jas. Hmpfh.
"No. We'll go to his house."
five minutes later...
Run, Run, Pant, Pant.
Up the hill to Daves house.
"Jas, why did you never suggest his house earlier?"
"What? You're blaming me for this."
"Oui, mon petite nicompoop. Now let's get to his house."
Run, Run, Pant, Pant.
five minutes later...
At Dave the Laughs door. I'm afraid to knock, as he may be asleep right now.
"You knock, Jas."
"No, you knock, you're the one confessing your undying love for him."
"Just shut up and knock Jas."
She got all huffy (what else is new) but she did it.
Thank our vati in heaven, Dave answered the door! Not his mutti or vati. He looked all yummy scrumboes and scrummy yumboes in his jim jams, boxers and a white t-shirt.
"Gee? Jas? What are you doing here? Come for a little late night Dave snack?" He gave us his naughty smile and a wink.
Ooer, I love him! I love him! I missed him so much.
There was silence for a while.
"Hello? Did you come here to stand here and look at me all night?"
I didn't know what to say! I was standing there with my mouth opening and closing like a demented goldfish
Jas nudged me really hard in the ribs, ow.
"Er...I-I love you."
Dave sort of stared agog like a gog for a minute or two and didn't say anything. Now he was standing there looking like a demented goldfish, I must say it looked positively cute on him. "Well, not that thats all been said and done...we have to, er, get going. Because my vati will be going ballisticamus . Bye."
Jas and I ran home as fast as our legs could carry us (ie. not very fast)
Sunday July 17th
4:00 pm
No word from Dave yet.
Perhaps I scared him away? He already loves me though, so how could I have scared him away?
The ways of the world are quite confusing.
On a lighter note, Rosie called and said that us girls and our boy-y partners are going to take a road trip to London. It's not very far at all but it'll be alot of fun, we're going to riding around on double decker buses and go to dances and clubs every night. It will be fab beyond fab. If Dave the Laugh calls anytime soon perhaps he will go with me and it will be even more fab.
6:00 pm
Got out the old buddha gear to pray to him for Dave the laugh to show up at the door.
Hommmmmmm, hommmmmm bring Dave the Laugh to my door. Hommmmmmm or let him ring me...hommmmmm.
I would listen to the dolphin tape but I threw it out the window last time and it bounced off Mr. Next doors head and into his greenhouse (I'll never get it back now). Still, serves him right for being such a stupid old man with a huge bottom, now HE'LL have to listen to the squeaky dolphins.
7:46 pm
There will be hell to pay if Dave does not show up at my doorstep in the next five minutes.
7:51 pm
ten minutes...
8:01 pm
twenty minutes...
8:21 pm
by the time I count from one thousand backwards...
8:25 pm
643, 642, 641, 640, 639, 638, 637, 636, 635...
8:35 pm
195, 194, 193, 192, 191, 190, 189, 188, 187...
8:40 pm
...0.
8:42 pm
URGH!
12:00 pm
I think I'll call it a night, my head is spinning from all the counting.
Monday July 18th
12:43 pm
Rang Jas.
"Jas he's been scared off by me."
"No he hasnt, he'll show up."
"No he won't. It's been ages."
"Not that long, you know that boys take forever to get things done."
"Yes but this is a very important thing. Me."
"Well, as important as you are, mabye he had other things on his mind."
"Like another girl?"
"Not necessarily."
"So you think it might be another girl?"
Jas sighed, "No, Gee, it's not another girl. Just hold your horses, he'll show up."
Hold my horses? How sad is that? Real sad, thats what your thinking.
"Jas?"
"Yes?"
"Have you told Tom you loved him?"
"Well, er, thats private."
"WHAT? So you can stick your big nose into my love life but you wont let me stick mine into yours?"
"I don't have a big nose! If anyone here has a big nose its you Georgia!"
THE NERVE! It's not my fault my vati has the hugest conk known to humanity and has selfishly passed it on to me in the gene pool-whatsit.
"Goodbye Jas, don't EVER talk to me again."
"Good, I don't want to!"
Then I hung up.
She'll call back.
12:56 pm
Or not. What do I care?
3:06 pm
Knock at the door. It must be Jas coming to apologize, well, I'm not going to answer it. If the ancients somehow decide to for once in their life answer the door themselves without calling me then she will have to deal with them because I am most certainly NOT going downstairs.
"Georgia! It's Dave!"
WHAT?
Scramble, scramble, mascara, lippy, powder, skirt, brush hair, scramble, scramble, run down stairs.
"Hi, Dave." I answered the door attractively.
"Hi, Gee." He handed me a big bouquet of flowers an. I love him, I love him.
"Oh, they are beautiful, Dave! Thank you."
"Your welcome." He blushed.
"So..."
"So..."
"Would you like to come in?"
"Um, sure, yes, I mean, of course, ha."
What the hell is he blithering on about?
I took him up to my room because I would rather eat Libbys night time nappys (though she wears them less regularily lately) than take Dave the laugh to talk about our feelings towards eachother in the living room where my mutti and vati were sitting, laughing and watching tv.
3:10 pm
We sat on my bed and he looked around the room,
"It looks the same in here."
I wonder if we're going to snog, I hope to god that we do because I am suffering very badly from a case of snogging withdrawral, it has been FOREVER. My lips are in a constant pucker.
"Yes, well, I try."
He laughed.
There was an awkward silence for a bit.
"So..."
Here comes the So...'s again.
"Wanna snog?" He asked quickly.
"You have no idea." I answered and that was that. We were snogging. It was gorgey and yummy scrumboes with all the trimmings. We quickly shot up to 8 1/2 on the snogging scale and then the clothes were coming off.
I couldn't really talk much because I was busy trying to figure out how the hell the buttons work on his trousers. I made a mental note to make a complaint to whichever company made these trousers about how hard they are to get them off.Especially in a case of sheer desperadoes when you are trying to get them off a gorgey bloke in your bed. Even though I couldn't talk and was busy making mental notes in my head I was still able to breathe out,
"I love you." I happen to be quite the multi-tasker.
"I love you too." he said whilst trying to unbutton my shirt. Seems he was having troubles too.
Finally we were in the nuddypants and it was very nerveracking trying to figure out who was supposed to do something next. Dave was the bold one and made the first move...
Tuesday July 19th
8:00 am
Lalalalalalala. I am so in love. Life is fabbity fab fab fab! I looked in the mirror today and I realized that I do glow when I've been with Dave the Laugh. Please don't think that I'm glowing bright green or something, because if you think that then you are quite plainly stupid and a prat. I have a peachy glow in my cheeks, I think it de-emphasizes my nose a little bit, which is always a plus. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala. Life is fab beyond the valley of fabnosity! I am the lurrrrve goddess of lurrrve.
12:23 pm
Jas Rang.
"Listen, Gee, I'm really sorry. To answer your question I have told Tom I love him and he said the same for me and I shouldn't have called your nose big, you have a lovely nose."
"No I don't my nose is bloody ugly, and you know what? I love it. Lalalalala."
"...OK."
"I love life you see, and my nose is part of life, so therefore I love my nose. Isn't life AMAZING?"
"Are you on drugs?"
"No silly. I'm in love."
"Well I already knew that, you just sound...weird."
"Well certain acts recently have made me feel just splendid."
"What are you talking about? acts?"
"Think about it, good 'ol Jassyknickers. Whilst you think I am going to go throw daisies at the prat poodles because they are a creature of life and life is fabbity fab."
"..."
"..."
"Ohmigosh! You didn't!"
"teehee, I did."
"No, YOU DIDN'T!"
"I did."
"YOU DIDN'T!"
Now I'm starting to think Jas isn't so fabitty fab fab. Although she is a creature of life so I'll give her a second chance.
"Seriously, Jas, I did."
"Ohmigosh!"
"I know! Tell all the girls, emergency ace gang meeting at my house in an hour! Bring the snacks!"
Sigh, Isn't life just fabbity fab and yummy scrumboes and all that jazz of sorts?
A/N
DONE! I know, I know. You had to wait a SQUILLION years for this chapter. It took alot of thought though so you'll have to forgive me. I really hope you liked the final chapter and thank you so much for reading and reviewing all the way through! It's what kept me going! It's a nice long ending and I think you'll be satisfied.
I've changed her essay from Rolf harris to the hitler youth because Georgia never seemed to hate Rolf with as much of a passion as she hated wet lindsay and company. lol. I did it for authenticosity purposes.
Anyways, I'm contemplating whether to write another Georgia story, taking place after this one sometime. Perhaps about their trip to London. I need some time to gather my thoughts and think of ideas, any suggestions are welcome though lol.
Thank you SO much for reading, You are all fab and double cool with knobs.
Emma.