Disclaimer: I do not own "Dead Like Me" or its characters in any way—le gasp. No really… I swear I don't. I know, I know, it's hard to believe that a fifteen-year-old girl doesn't own the rights to a television show, but… it's the sad truth.

Yes, you've probably heard about this story before. That would explain the "Version 2.0 (Bigger & Better)" now wouldn't it lol! Well, this version makes more sense, is more developed and has more content. Should I make longer chapters, but less, or should I make shorter chapters but many of them? I really do listen to your suggestions! That's what Version 2.0 is for! I hope you enjoy this. It's a George & Daisy pairing as you probably know already.

Life is weird in the way that you never realize how things really are until they change. It's like when you always pass a certain store on your way to work every day. You've never gone into it, you've never even read the big sign over it, and you don't even know whether or not it has a neon sign shaped like a cup of coffee on the front window, you just know in the back of your mind that it's there, but that's about it. Then one day it's shut down. In the corner of your eye from your tinted car window, you see that it's gone, and then you notice it, and the road just feels so much longer and lonelier.

I never thought that I liked Mason, but I guess that I did, well do. I was so used to seeing him everyday that I had become so used to his face. It was nothing special, but it was so familiar. I still can't grab hold of the emotion I feel towards the change; it keeps slipping through my fingers. I just… I guess I just can't believe that he's going out with Daisy.

Hands intertwined, leaning across the table ever so slightly, Daisy and Mason kiss in Die Waffle Haus, separating and trying to look professional as I alert them that Rube's car has just parked outside. Mason smiles at me in gratitude and Daisy mouths a "Thank you".

Sitting next to each other on the couch at George and Daisy's house, Daisy's neck is cocked parallel to Mason's as he kisses her neck and whispers perverted suggestions into her ear. George sits on the other side of the rolling her eyes couch and inadvertently pouting.

"Daisy! You left your hair in the faucet again!" George calls walking around the house in search of Daisy. She walks up to Daisy's door, "Dais–OH!"

Mason, mounted upon Daisy, turns to face George in shock and Daisy gives her a "get out, you dolt" look. George's eyes open wide and she turns around, on autopilot, closing the door behind her and leaning against it to brace herself from falling in shock and hurt.

I guess, maybe I'm just jealous of Daisy for having found someone. I mean, I can't say that she found "love", it wasn't love; it was infatuation. Lust. Desperate… uh… whatever the noun is for desperate…

"Georgia! I'm home!" Daisy cocked her head back pressing her shoulder to her cheek and flung her shopping bags in either direction, ignoring where they were headed.

I turned to see her. She was stunning. Her hair shone in the sunlight that was pouring in from the open door. Her porcelain skin was smooth and perfect, with a pair of big, glamorous sunglasses perched upon the bridge of her nose. She lowered her head, and lowering her lashes she looked to the floor and smiled contently.

"It's good to be home," she said meekly, "Georgia, what's wrong?"

I noticed that she had looked up and caught my eyes on her.

"Oh, uh, nothing," I shook my head to clear my thoughts, "I was just lost for a moment I guess."

"Well, alright," Daisy smiled at me and then strutted into the kitchen. Peaking out of the kitchen, Daisy called out, "Mason's coming by today."

I shuddered, "Great."

"We're going to make love again."

Why tell me this? As if in response to the thought she said,

"Just want you to know. Just so that maybe you can go out with your friends or something so that we don't have to have any more embarrassing run-ins. Just to avoid disturbances, you know?"

My eyes began to water, something in the room must have irritated them or something. I mean, it was impossible that I was crying, I had never loved Mason, I felt no attraction to the overgrown man-child. But… then why was I so upset…?

"Georgie? Did you hear me?"

"Yes," I said trying to avoid sounding frail or as if I had started to cry, not that I had, of course, "I'm sorry for being a disturbance."

"Oh, Georgia," Daisy scoffed, "You know what I mean."

"Yes, Daisy," my lip began to tremor, "I know exactly what you mean."

"He's coming over at seven, okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Leave by 6:45, alright?"

"Fine, I'll be out by 6:30…"

"Georgia! It's 7:54!" Daisy yelled at me throwing a new shoulder bag at me, "Get going!"

"That's not my bag, Dais-y," I said through my teeth walking around (at a pace that was obviously not quick enough for Daisy) in search of my keys, my phone and money. I through the bag back at her.

"It is yours!" Daisy grunted through the bag back at me, "I bought it for you today when I went shopping!"

I smiled and my face flushed red. I stopped to pick up the bag, "Thanks Daisy…"

Daisy stared at me with the same look as the night before, "Get out, Georgia!"

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'," I stuffed my keys in the bag and took out some of the cardboard and crumpled paper that gave the bag its form.

Daisy walked up to me and in her best attempt to be patient, she handed me my wallet.

"Were you looking for this?" Daisy half-smiled.

"Yeah, thanks," I took it from her hand and stuffed it in my bag. I lifted the sofa cushions and felt the inside edges.

"Your cell phone's in the kitchen charging."

"Really? Wow, strange," I fast-walked over to the kitchen, and sure enough there it was, "How'd you know?"

"I live with you, Georgia," Daisy smiled but her body language screamed anxiety. Her foot was tapping at a mile a minute and her hands were on her hips.

"Daisy, you're great."

She came up and hugged me and kissed my cheek. I was shocked out of my mind. It took a second to get over the initial surprise, but then I enjoyed her embrace and the warmth that it filled me with and put my arms around her as well, and smiled.

"…Georgia?"

"Yes?"

"7:57."

"Okay, okay, I'm gone," I let go and slinging the bag over my shoulder I walked out, waving goodbye.

I was smiling as I sat in the driver's seat of my car.

"Wait a second," I thought aloud, "She's about to go fuck Mason!"

I banged my head against the top of the steering wheel.

To Be Continued…

Okay, I prefer this approach more! What do you guys think? The original "Daised and Confused" was a little more awkward and because my English was worst at the time, I had difficulty articulating what I meant. Now that I'm back in school, it's decent again. I hope you liked it! I need 5 comments before I update. ;