Waaaah! The last chapter.
I am definitely going to carry on writing fanfiction for Georgie Nicks. I've got quite a few ideas but I only want to write one at a time. I'm thinking about writing Dave's Diary, based on this fanfiction, I'll call it Vegetables, Roller Skating and Georgia the Minx. Or maybe something different. I've already written the first chapter of it to see whether I can write Davish. I'll post it after this chapter and if you think there is much point in me doing it, I'll do it as a proper fanfiction. Obviously I'm going to give it life, not just replace, 'he said' with 'I said' because that'll be pointless. After I might carry on with this as in a sequel or I might right a heart wrencher.
Chapter 21- I think he tried to swallow them
Sunday July 19th
9.00am
Ladilaladila. Life's so fabby.
2 minutes later
Even if Libby has pooed in my room. Happy Happy Happy.
5 minutes later
I cannot believe it! It is unbelievable that is why! Libby's pooed on my best clothes!
1 minute later
She is dead when I find her.
5 minutes later
I've finally told the Italian Stallion where to stick it (Oo-er). I have brought my Dave Tart and eaten it. Not literally because otherwise Dave will be just a pile of crumbs.
4 minutes later
Dave had to spend about half an hour trying to wrench my eye lids apart after my boy entrancers got stuck together. Again. In the end he took me into the Guy's Tart's Wardrobe to wash them off. I have never been more embarrassed. I am never wearing them again.
6 minutes later
We are going out again today. He's taking me to a proper restaurant. With proper food and waiters and stuff.
He's sooo nice. I feel all loved up like a lovostic thing on Valentine 's Day.
10.00am
Vati came up to my room. I wish he'd knock. I'm sure there is a law somewhere about a dad forcing entry into his daughter's bedroom. If there isn't there should be.
"Gee, about what you told me, yesterday…"
Oh dear lord save me. Was he going to be understanding?
"Well…me and your mother were thinking…maybe this Dave guy is alright, would you like to invite him over sometime so we can all…chat?"
Chat?! Hell can freeze over before I take Dave around to 'chat' with my parents.
2 minutes later
The moustachioed one is so unreasonable. After I told him politely to bugger off he wouldn't give me a five pound note for a new lip gloss. He is so little-badger-on-the-chin-ish.
11.20am
Phone Rang. It was Jas.
"Hi, Gee, did everything go OK with you and Dave in the end?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Today he's taking me-"
"That's nice, Gee, must dash, me and Tom are going on a ramble,"
And she slammed the phone down on me.
What a caring friend I have.
2.00pm
I feel actually quite nervy about seeing Dave. With a hint of jelloidosity. Which only usually happens when I'm attached to his mouth
2 minutes later
Yummy Scrumboes.
5 minutes later
I must look my tip toppiness. Now what to wear…
3.30pm
Dither Dither, Spas Spas. Must have my make up done to Sex Kittiosity.
5 minutes later
Owwww. Poked myself in the eye with the mascara brush. It hurts like billio.
1 minute later
Looking out the window, waiting for my eye to stop watering.
3 minutes later
Maybe the world isn't such a big bad place after all. Mr Next-Door's bottom isn't that big. Mr Across-the-Road isn't so mad.
1 minute later
What the hell is Angus doing? With Naomi and Paris? He's had his Trouser Snake Addendas seen to but he's still having a go. Still it is a lesson to all of us. I don't know what of.
4 minutes later
Insanity springs to mind.
4.00pm
Dave was sitting outside the restaurant waiting for me. He had another big bunch of flowers. He is truly the height of sweetosity. And coolosity. He is very groovy looking. And he is all mine for keepsies. Yeesssss. Hahahaha. Uh-Oh, I felt the mad loon brain coming on.
Dumping Masimo properly seems to have brung out the best of me.
2 minutes later
When I walked up to Dave he didn't say anything. Speechless by my beauty I expect.
I said "Howdy,"
And then he smiled a big wide open smile like a big wide open smile thing.
And he was wearing his plastic fangs.
Giddy God's Godiosity.
He said, in a crappy Transylvanian accent, "I vant to zuck your blood,"
Like a vampire or something.
Then he went for my neck again. I was thinking, 'great, another detector' but he just did neck nibbling. Which was as groovy as two groovy things. And vair vair yummy scrumboes.
Then he said (in his crappy accent) "You aire now ai vampire too," and handed me the flowers and another pair of fangs.
7 minutes later
The restaurant is amazing. Vair vair posh. It's all painted in chocolate browns and beiges. And all the tables are two seater ones, with candles on them. Trés Sophis.
But I think the Nice-Hostess-Sitting-People thought we were very strange. I don't think she was quite expecting two teenagers wearing plastic fangs, grinning at her like loons on loon tablets.
Dave said, "Ai table forrrr two, pleazzze,"
She looked vair vair confused but led us a table by the window.
Dave said, "Velcome, to zee restaurant,"
He is very mad. But a good laugh.
4 minutes later
A waitress came over to take our orders.
Dave said, "Can I have a pint of your best blood and a large human steak?" and smiled a fangy smile.
But the waitress didn't get it. She was Waitress the Unlaugh and stared at him like he was mad. Which he is.
He sighed and said, "We will have a spag bol to share please,"
I stared at him.
He said, "What? I am a sucker for the romance,"
5 minutes later
This is vair vair romantic. But I feel I have to start speaking like someone out of pride and prejudice. And no one wants that.
I'm not speaking. If I do I'll probably say something like, "Oh, I thank-eth you David for this delightful meal, and yonder there is the food a-coming,"
Because I know I would.
Dave isn't saying anything either. He's just watching me and flipping his fangs around in his mouth in a trés lazy and calm way. How can he be so calm? I'm going to have an F.T. closely followed by a nervy B.
1 minute later
Dave nearly choked to death on his fangs. I think he tried to swallow them or something. All the waiters and waitresses came over and started hitting him on the back with their notepads and trays. It was vair vair embarrassing. Everyone was staring. Shut up staring, stupid starers. We are young, we are foolish and we choke on plastic fangs, Just accept it, Ok?
Then they flew out and landed in some elderly man's wine glass.
Not-so-Nice-Hostess-Sitting-People came running over.
Needless to say, we were kicked out.
4.30pm
Me and Dave went and sat in the park with a bag of chips from the Chippy. It's all he could afford after the wine glass incident. They made him pay for it. And it was a top quality wine.
He said, "Those fangs were my best friends, I can't believe they chucked them in the bin,"
I poked my tongue out of the middle of my fangs.
He said, "It's a shame because I was going to do the 'nip libbling' in them with you but been as mine are gone you'll have to do it to me,"
He's is such a cheeky cat.
So I snogged him and I did the nip libbling with the fangs. Haha. I am such a minx. I think I made him jelloid again Double Ha with knobs. He was all limp and pressed into me. Would jelloid knickers be jelloid trousers for boys?
He managed to unjelloid himself (which is a skill, believe me I'd pay anything to learn) and he pulled my fangs out with his teeth and snogged me. It was like a snogging fest. And yummy scrumboes and all that jazz.
"Oi! Look out, you two!"
A football came hurtling through the air at us. We sprang apart like springs at a spring festival.
Then this guy came up to collect the football.
I said, "You should really watch where you kick your-"
OhmyGiddyAunt. And phoar. He was gorgey. Possibly with Sex Goddosity.
"…nungh,"
Then Dave slapped me on the bum and said, "This is a bad, bad red bottom giving in to the General Horn so easily, but unfortunately for it, it is all mine,"
I said, "I did not have the General Horn,"
He just laughed. Shut up laughing.
I'll never get the cosmic horn again.
Or the big red bottom.
I have chosen my cake.
And eaten it.
Not literally.
He'll see.
"Watch out! Get off the pitch!"
Phoar…
And that is it, I'm afraid. I really hope you liked this fanfiction. It is the first thing I've ever wrote and finished. Which is amazing. Thanks everyone who has reviewed. I love you all. Lots and lots.
Trampy Mouse
Ps. Make sure you read the next chapter which isn't for this fanfiction but is my idea for the next one, like I said in the intro :). I don't know whether it is a good idea or not.