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Wednesday, August 10
Weeping in my chamber
7:45 am
I have yet to sleep, eat or do anything since Dave told me the tres horrible news. The tele has been ringing off the hook, but I will not accept any calls, as I am on the rack of depression.
Still in bed
10:51 pm
Jas came around. Mutti let her in. I pretended to be in a deep sleep, but I was still uncontrollably sobbing like a sobbing sobbery type thing.
"Georgia? Are you alright?" She asked very sweetly, like a proper best mate.
I sniffled, "No"
Jassy climbed into bed with me and just laid there for a bit. I didn't even bother calling her a lezzie.
After about six zillion years of lezzie-laying-downessosity, I told her everything. I told her about Igloo-a-go-go Land. Than I told her, that I am never leaving this house for all of eternity. She told me Boots was having a sale. I don't care. I am never leaving.
Thursday, August 11th
Still in bed
12:00 pm
Libby has brought me up a cup of tea. What a sweetheart. Of course, when the tea arrived it was empty, I assume it has poured out on the way up, as she was holding the cup upside down.
12:45 pm
Mutti brought up some toast.
She sat down on the end of my bed, "Gee, is something the matter?"
No, Mutti. Everything is chip dandy, with a side of pants. That is why I am on permanent bed rest, and sobbing like a lunatic.
I'm much to tired to say all of that, so I just sniffle out "Yes"
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked. I shook my head, and she nodded. "Okay, if you ever need me, you know where to find me"
She got up and left. Sometimes she is such a kind Mutti.
1:00 pm
Just got off the phone with Tom. I only accepted his call, because Libby came bursting into my room, with the tele and shoved it to my face.
He said, "Hi Gee. How is everything?"
I muttered "Okay,"
He clearly didn't notice how much my voice was full of sadnessosity, 'cause he said, "Oh, that's good. Anyways, Saturday night we are throwing a final hurrah for Dave, you know, before he jets off. Would you be able to make it?"
I thought for a moment, would I be able to make it? Or will I still be permanent bed rest, and still crying like Niagara Falls (which are located in Igloo-a-go-go Land).
I told him I'd think about, and hung up.
Friday, August 12th
Still in bed
10:15 am
Feeling a wee bit better today.
10:17 am
Dave is leaving in two days.
10:18 am
Feeling like poo all over again.
Saturday, August 13th
Outside on the wall
12:20 pm
Mutti insisted that I get out of the house. So here I am, all aloney on my owney in the great outdoors.
Gordy is looking up at me, all cross-eyedish. I may give him a swift kick. But I won't, 'cause I am hurting to much.
Dave is leaving tomorrow morning, at the crack of 8. I may never be happy again.
12:40 pm
The postman has just handed me a few letters. I riffled on through them, and there is a letter from Massimo!!
12:41 pm
I am actually not that excited, as I might've been a few days ago. Oh well, opening her up.
12:45 pm
Here is what it says:
Dear Georgia,
Ciao bella! How are you?
I miss you everyday, and I cannot wait until you can come visit me, and my family!
They are all so excited to be seeing you!
I am having a great time here, but I still very much wish you were with me!
Please, please ask your Mother and Father again, if you can visit!
They are such very nice people, I am sure they will agree!
I have to go now, but I miss you and love you very much!
Xoxo
Massimo
I put the letter in my pocket, and went back to my sniffling.
2:45 pm
Jas came by, she asked me why I haven't started my beautosity preparations yet. I told her I was not coming tonight, as I am in a state of depression.
She said, "Gee, think of Dave! Imagine how horrible he feels! He is the one leaving all of his mates, and moving to the other side of the planet! And think of how horrible he'd feel when he realizes you are not there tonight!"
In my Bedroom
3:15 pm
Jas has sat me down on a chair, and is choosing an outfit for me, against my will.
3:17 pm
She has chosen my newish skinny jeans, and a yellow stripey tank top.
4:00 pm
Jas has plucked my eyebrows, which over the last few days have grown into a very furry caterpillar.
She has also made my hair full of bouncability, and pulled my fringe back. I look quite good.
5:15 pm
I am now in a better mood, and getting a bit excited for tonight. But than I remember what is happening tomorrow and get down in the dumps.
5:20 pm
Jas has completed my makeover, and I look vair, vair groovy. My makeup is very sexy and sophisticated. Tom says to come at about a quarter to 6, so we have turned on some loud tunes, and are dancing like mad sheep.
5:30 pm
Walking. Jas says the party is taking place Rollo's backyard because it is quite giganticus. I have told Mutti I am spending the night at Jas' because we aren't sure at what late hour this shin-dig will end.
6:30 pm
I am having a groovy time. Tom went to go pick Dave up. When he arrives, I suspect I might cry like there's no tomorrow.
6:45 pm
Dave has arrived, and he looks utterly bewildered. He really had no idea. I may have to avoid him, unless I want to turn the faucets on. Which I do not, because a) When I sob, I SOB and b) my makeup looks vair groovy.
7:03 pm
Dave has spotted me! Must walk away!
7:05 pm
I am sitting on Rollo's front porch, and I'm beginning to tear up.
7:06 pm
I am still sitting on Rollo's front porch, and I'm sobbing like a mad woman. I think I should go home.
Walking Home
7:30 pm
I am vair, vair sad and heartbroken.
Back home
7:35 pm
When I came in, Mutti said, "Gee?! What're you doing home so early?"
I told her I was not in the party mood, and that I must report to my bed of pain and depression.
In my bed of pain and depression
7:36 pm
All my makeup has ran down my face, and is smeared all over my pillow. But I don't care! I don't care about anything anymore! I hope Igloo-a-go-go land is damned straight to the bowels of hell!
One minute later
Not literally.
7:40 pm
I can hear Mutti on the phone, she is telling someone to come over. I bet it's one of her sad mates. Great, that is all I need. A dozen old women doing aerobics to ABBA in my living room, while I'm in my bed of pain.
7:50 pm
The doorbell has rung. I can't be bothered to even looking out my door and see what sort of tragic unitards they're wearing.
7:51 pm
Oh dear Gott in Himmel, I hear someone trampling up the stairs! Quick! Must pretend to be asleep! (Fake) zzzzzzzzzzz...
Two seconds later
Under the sheeties of pain. Someone is knocking on the door. Oh, our Lord Sandra, the doorknob is being twisted.
One second later
Mutti is sitting on the edge of my bed. I think it is her, I have not surfaced from my fabric-y prison yet.
"Gee?"
Oh my giddygodsunionkjackundercrackers! That is not Mutti! It's Dave!! Dave the bloody Laugh! Sitting on my bed! Whilst there is a party going on for him!!
I make a "Zzzz" sound.
"I know you aren't sleeping kitty-cat, I can see your hand moving under the sheets, smart one."
Dammit. I'm going up.
3:30 am
I am a wreck. I am an abso-bloody-lutely wreck. Dave has just left my house. I don't think I will ever stop crying. I will be like that girl, who follows the rabbit, and cries until the whole room is flooded. But I don't think I will have a sudden growth spurt, though.
Anyways, after I surfaced from underneath my sheets, and gasped for air, for a good solid moment, Dave looked at me all sad.
"Why did you leave?" he asked.
I looked down at my hands, who were fiddling around in my lap, "I was a bit sad, you seeā¦"
He put his hand on my leg (I really can't believe Mutti let us stay alone up here!) "I'm going to miss you so much, Sex-kitty. You have no idea."
I laughed and sniffled at the same time, "I have been crying like the Niagara falls, for the past millions of days. I think I have a bit of an idea."
He looked even sadder. "I never thought this would hurt you so much, I'm so sorry."
And than I cried a bit, than he cried a bit. I let him come under my sheeties, and we just laid there, looking up at all the cobby-webs on my ceiling.
"I love you, Georgia" he whispered.
If I was standing up, I would have fallen to the ground. Because, at that very moment, for the first time ever, with Dave the laugh, I went jelloid.
Mobiles give you cancer: I don't know about you, But if I hadn't written this, I may be on the verge of tearing up. Please review!! I know there are people reading, and not reviewing, so pleeeeeeease review! I lurvee getting the little emails from fanfic! Anyways, hopefully you enjoyed reading this as much as I e joyed writing it! Stay tuned for a new chappie!
