I need to change my summary again because I'm not going to end it how Furry Shorts ends. I should reeeeaaally be revising for my Japanese GCSE but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to put it off for one more day…especially since I've got so much Georgia and Dave mush to write. :P. Heheh. At least I'm not going camping like I was going to. Thank you, glorious English Rain! I love you.

This chapter is basically the happy mush chapter.

Chapter 14- My lips are going to outsize my face

Sunday 3rd June

9.00am

Yessss! I am officially the girlfriend of Dave the Laugh!

3 minutes later

After I told him I loved him he froze and wouldn't move for ages. Which was bad as he still was on top of me. Oo-er.

"Dave, can you get off me?"

"Oh, yes, well, yes, sorry,"

Had he caught the Ellen Lurgy?

He just sat there watching me as I got my top back on which I'd taken off for the massage. Oh Merde, I think I've killed Dave the Laugh's laughosity. Poo.

I sat down next to him and said, "I'm sorry…"

Then he looked at me, smiling, It was brilliant to see him happy. And suddenly his lips were on mine and he was snogging the living daylight out of me. It was brilliant and fabby beyond belief. He is a truly brilliant kisser. He did the nip libbling thing which turned me into vegetable girl and I went all jelloid. It was good to have him snogging me again rather than me snogging him again.

We snogged for about an hour until we spontaneously collapsed down onto his bed because of exhaustinosity.

Then he looked at me like a looking thing but it was nice not annoying. He is truly gorgey. I think I was wrong about him not being a luuurrve God. Because he is.

Then he said, "So are we going to be official snogging partners?"

And I said, "Yes,"

5 minutes later

How Fabby is this? I went into the Cake Shop of Luuurrve, had my mouth burnt by a Robbie Éclair, kept being offered a Dave Tart, tried to get an Italian Cakey but then sent it back for a Dave Tart. Yay.

1 minute later

He's taking me to the cinema tonight. Our first date. Well, our first official, me-not-using-him-as-a-red-herring date.

I must phone Rosie.

3 minutes later

"Ro-Ro!"

"Bonjour! What are you going to do vis á vis Dave the Laugh on Monday's MacUseless?"

"Me and Dave are officially going out!"

"Non!"

"Yes! We're going on a date tonight,"

"When did this happen?"

"Yesterday, I went over his because he said I could have a massage whenever I wanted to, then he sat on me, so I told him I loved him,"

"Wow,"

"Yes, I know…Ro-Ro, are there any Viking Laugh-Gods?"

"Oo-er,"

"Rosie?"

"There's Loki, he's the trickster God,"

Dave is my Loki. Heheheheh.

1 minute later

Remind me never to do number 10 with Dave. Apparently Loki had three kids: the Goddess of the Underworld; a wolf and a snake big enough to wrap himself around the world. Ouch. Poor Mrs. Loki.

2.00pm

Swiss family mad had disappeared off to another Clown Car Convention so I have the housey to my selfy. I need to get ready for my date.

2.30pm

And I can enjoy a nice bath without the worry of being nagged because of the price of hot water.

2.45pm

We snogged for hours after I said "Yes". Mostly Number 6 with a bit of 7. It was fabby. I felt like all my insides were melting. Which even though that doesn't sound nice, it is.

The only fly in the ointment is that his mum came back and caught us rolling around on his bed, (Oo-er). After I was called a slut for about a million years and her yelling stuff to Dave about disowning him, I ran for it.

6.00pm

Half an hour left to go. What should I wear? I'll tell you what I won't wear…make up on my Dave Detector, it can flow wild and free now.

I'll wear a skirt. Denim or Black?

1 minute later

Denim

1 minute later

Black

1 minute later

Denim

1 minute later

Black

1 minute later

Denim. No Black. Black it is and it's going to stay that way.

6.15pm

Stolen mums high heels. I am dressed all in black. With a hint of black. Vair vair full of Sex Kittiosity.

6.30pm

Walking down to meet Dave. I'm on the edge of a nervy spaz. I'm vair vair nervous. I glad that we are mates as well as Snogging Partners because then I probably won't make a complete and utter prat of myself. Probably not.

7.00pm

Dave was leaning on the wall outside the cinema. He looks vair vair groovy with nobs (Oo-er) He's dressed in dark colours too, Baggy dark jeans with a belt with all chains and spikes and buckles on it. Trés Cool.

He saw me and said, "Hey, Sex Kitty,"

And he gave me this big bunch of flowers.

He is really sweet. It's like when we went out ages ago…

Then he stroked my neck which gave me the shivers , "You haven't covered it up this time,"

"You haven't either,"

He pretended to be mad with me, "That was very embarrassing Gee because generally boys give girls luuurrve bites not the other way around, I was a laughing stock on Friday,"

"Oh…"

"Doesn't matter though, I've been suspended,"

"Huh?"

He shrugged, "Mark Big Gob was talking about you so I beat him up for you,"

Again?

"What was he saying?"

"Oh, Stuff…"

"So how come it's okay for you to give me a luurrve bite but not the other way around?"

"Because it's more fun for me that way,"

Cheeky Cat.

7.30pm

Me and Dave just went into the cheapest film. It wasn't like we were actually watching the film. We sat at the back, in the snogger's seats. And snog we did. Yummy Scrumboes.

8.30pm

We were taking a breather from snogging and were munching on pop corn. Then he looked at me in the dark.

"Sooo, Kittykat, what's all of this Dave ''the Laugh'' business about,"

I didn't want to talk about the red herring fandango. So I said, "Do you remeber at the Fish Party when you said I had to choose, a Sex God or you who you can really have a laugh with?"

"I say a lot of things, most of them I forget because I didn't mean to say them, and that's one that I've forgotten,"

Then he looked at me funny again. Like before. I still don't know why.

9.05pm

Me and Dave had yet ANOTHER snog fest in the park. If it is true that snogging makes your lips grow, mine are going to outsize my face soon.

It's really odd being able to snog in public. I suppose that's the Particular Horn though. Haha, in your face Jas.

Poo, the Tom Fandango. I've got to tell Jas.

"What's the matter, Kitty Kat?"

"Tom's cheating on Jas,"

"Really? Blimey I underestimated him- oh, yeah, poor Jas,"

"What should I do?"

"Tell her,"

Oh, if girls were only as simple as boys.

Basically a lot of GeorgiaxDave Drivel. Arrrrgh! I can't wait until chapter 19.