24th September 2:00pm
For the love of PANTS! My head hurts like billio. Hang on. Why is it me in the hospital, not Dave? Oh. Yeah. Look past my crappy hospital gown and uggers bedclothes, I can still see that bloody cast on my leg. And I can't feel my arm. Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. Yeah, Masimo had been stalking me, following me, looking for an excuse to snog me. He caught me on my own (for the first time) and tried to snog me, in front (or behind, depending on where you were) of Dave. Me and Dave are finally like... well... an item (I know!). Anyway, I didn't want to be unfaithful to Dave, so I shot out of his reach like a wet bar of soap. Into the road. Yeah.
Mobile Elvis was driving the bus that hit me. And, seriously, Emma, Rachel and LINDSAY were in there.
If I'm still in the correct decade, which moi believes I am, I should be let out today. Thank PANTS!
4:00pm
David Liam Robinson came to the hospital to pick me up. How cute!
"I had a weird dream." I quickly blurted out.
"About what, Kittykat?" Hmmm... now's my chance to lie and get myself out of this mess.
"Well, we went on a date and then you were knocked unconscious and we did revenge because it was Emma and Sven hid in her locker..." He put his finger against my lips. Brilliant lips. You've ruined everything with your truth telling. And he kissed me. Okay, maybe not. I have no freaking idea how long it was since I've snogged him, but he was still fantastic.
7:00pm
Moi is staying at Dave's house tonight. He has a huge room, pretty much an entire floor to himself. With an en-suite. Sooo much better than my crappy box of a room.
7:30pm
Watching a comedy with Dave. I'm feeling vair sleepy. Must stay awak... zzzzzz.
1:00am
Woke with a start. Dave was on the phone. What fule's on the phone at this time?
"Okay, bye love." Who's he saying that to?
I was vair anger filled. Dave came back in.
"Good morning, Mrs Laugh." I nearly exploded.
"WHO THE HELL WAS THAT ON THE PHONE?!"
"It... was... Emma, well, I was just..."
I had no time for his excuses or him. I stormed out of the house, perfectly aware that I had no idea where I was going and the fact I couldn't see anything. A lone tear ran down my cheek, quickly followed by another and another. I curled up on a bench and tried to get some sleep. My eyelashes were already encrusted with salt.