Disclaimer: Oh I wish I was a Dead Like Me own-er, oh what a glorious thing that would be, because if I was a Dead Like Me own-er, then everyone would be in love with me.

Yeah… well, I'm not. :(

Like the title? lol I would have put it up sooner but I was waiting for more reviews. Whatever, now I'm putting this out, before everybody loses interest. Okay… so I realized that my page breaks didn't show up when I posted and neither did italics. That really sucked because I used both a lot and it helped distinguish flashbacks and George's thoughts, so I might go back and fix Chap 1 if I feel like it or I'm just going to fix it from now on.

When you see bold words or phrases, it means it is italic thingy and you should pronounce it in your brain with evidence. Okay, happy reading!

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Honk!My head slipped down and laid on the horn. I let it sit there for a while, when suddenly a pair of rough hands clasped both sides of my head, covering my ears, and lifted my head gently off the wheel.

"You alright, Georgie?" I heard the familiar voice that repulsed and excited me, "I see someone's a bit 'horny.'"

I rolled my eyes and looked up to Mason. He looked so happy… Daisy made him this happy, and I knew I never could.

"You all right, George?" he said, his face obtaining a more serious look.

I noticed that my expression was very glum after the glance at his bright smile.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just a little stressed from work is all," I sighed trying to obtain composure.

"Well then," he smiled again wolfishly, lifting his eyebrows suggestively, "I best be off! I'm about to meet a very special lady."

I hate you Mason.

"Did you say something?"

"No, unless you can read my mind." Why the fuck did I say that?! I thought slapping my forehead.

"What?" he asked befuddled.

To my relief and distress, Daisy appeared at the door, one of her arms stretched upwards holding onto the top molding, her body leaning diagonally, smiling slyly.

"Hey there, stranger," she smirked. My heart raced for reasons I couldn't explain and I floored the car.

"Agh!" I screamed quickly spinning the wheel to avoid crashing into a tree.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Daisy run up to the driveway past Mason but I didn't dare turn around to verify. I heard Daisy cry after me; "Georgia, are you alright?" but I kept driving and pretended not to hear her. What the fuck was wrong with me? I raced down the block, surpassing the speed limit and not daring to turn around until I was sure they couldn't see me anymore.

I stopped the car in the middle of the empty rural street and stepped out, collapsing into a heap beside the door. I hugged my knees and cried silently. I didn't know what was going on with me, and I felt so alone. Daisy would hate me if I told her I liked Mason, so I won't bother. Oh and Mason, I couldn't tell Mason, because then one of two things would happen, 1) He would get full of himself, or 2) He would treat me like a retard and try to explain how he just couldn't because although I'm a great girl and everything, but he's madly in love with Daisy. As far as parental figures went, I was fucked. I couldn't tell Rube, and I wasn't in the mood for Roxy's brand of tough love. The person who I really wanted to tell was my mom.

My mom and I had never had a great relationship, but she was my mom. I mean, I think it's embedded into our DNA that we can't survive mentally without our mother's help. No matter how terrible her advice would be, it would terminate the ticking time bomb in your mind, if only for the time being. Fuck moms. Moreover, fuck squared how useless we are without them.

I had never bothered with my mother when I was alive, but in the back of my mind, I could swear that it would pretty soon after I moved out and didn't have to see her everyday. Well, I'm sure as hell not living at home anymore.

Reggie is so lucky

My god, Mason and Daisy. Mason… and Daisy. She was so much better than him. How could she be with him? I mean... he was an overgrown child with the perversion of a pubescent teenage boy. He was a petty criminal and a bum, and… and he just… well… Daisy deserved better.

"Wait, what?" I said aloud, raising my head, "Do I… mean?"

Maybe it wasn't Mason I was crazy about… maybe… just maybe…

… it was Daisy.

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Mason laughed and rested his arm on Daisy's waist, placing his clammy hand on her hip. Absent-mindedly, she brushed his hand off. Concerned, Daisy walked into the middle of the road and stared down, squinting her eyes in search of my red convertible, nowhere to be seen.

Mason, taken slightly aback smiled nervously.

"Daisy, you okay?"

"Mason, not everything is always about you," She replied with a hint of frustration.

Mason smiled at her, "Daisy, that doesn't even make sense, I was asking about you."

"No, you weren't, Mason," she whipped around to face him, revealing the anger in her expression, "You wanted to know if it was going to take longer to get in my pants this time! It's always about you. Since when did you ever care about what happened to me? O-or even Georgia for that matter? She's our good friend, and you couldn't give two shits about what happens to her!"

Mason's face dropped, "I-I, what? No, I care about you. I don't only want to have sex with you. I love your personality and overall… you. I've been entranced…icated by you, even obsessed with every detail of you…"

"Then, go ahead, Mason, tell me about myself," Daisy challenged, folding her arms, "What's my favorite color?"

Yellow.

"Uh… baby blue?"

"No. Well, how old am I?"

Twenty-four when she died.

"Thirty?"

"Uh no. How did I die? This one you should at least remember."

"Umm… you died on the set of 'Police Academy'?"

"You idiot! 'Gone With the Wind'! The movie was 'GONE WITH THE WIND'! My god! What do you actually know about me?!"

"I know that you're quite beautiful…?"

"Was that a question? You know what, maybe my instincts were right, you're not right for me. Mason, I'm sorry but we're through. You might as well leave now."

She made a shooing motion with her hand and turned away from him placing her hands on her hips.

"Daisy, no… I love you."

"Oh fuck you! You never did, you're just a sexist little man who wants sex wherever he can get it. You don't know me, you've never known me," and then calmly she added, "You can leave now."

Mason was going to say something, but nothing he could add would help at this point. He never believed that he and Daisy would last their whole afterlives, but he was hoping to fall in love with her at some point. Now she knew though, she had seen right through him and his shallow affection. If only I had known about this at the time.

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"Millie?" Delores smiled whole-heartedly opening her door wide, "Mildred Hagen is that you?"

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