Disclaimer: I don't own "Hole in the Wall". Oh but the things I would do if I did…

A/N I posted a chapter last night, but I realized today that I didn't go through and re-read it like I normally do as like an extra precaution. So I took down that chapter, edited it again, and added a little more. And by the way, I am la genius in heels. If I do say so myself. I wonder if any of you will have guessed what's going to happen by the chapter title. Hmm….

7:00pm

Well the nub and thrust of the past few hours is as followed:

I have the Snogging Sickness, and my life is over.

I'll never be able to snog anyone ever again, and my life is over.

I get to miss school for a few weeks.

I'm being home schooled by one of mutti's aerobic friends, and my life is over.

Did I mention my life was over? Because it is.

After Jas was done trying to get off with me, the Ace Gang dragged me home. They were all very nice and caring. They made me soup, and we watched TV. When mutti came home, we told her how we were just taking a little break from working on homework. She believed us, hahaha…

Mutti asked if I was feeling any better, and I said no. She insisted we go see "George- I mean the Doctor". He's informed me that I have mononucleosis, or "the kissing disease" or as I say "snogging sickness". Apparently whoever I snogged 4-6weeks ago gave it to me.

What's today's date? September 8th. 4 weeks ago would be …August 11th I think. When was that? Oh yeah! Jas' family had just gotten their pool and they were having a party. Yes, and when I tried to find my bikini, I realized that Angus had eaten the tasselly bits, and then had threw them up.

So I borrowed one of Jas' which was very tiny in the top department, and Oscar had kept staring at me. I don't' see how Jas' parents can get along so well with Mr. and Mrs. Across the Road. They are normal, that maybe a factor. Mr. Across the Road's bathing suit is almost as bad as Mr. Next Door's commodious pantaloons. Actually, they may be worse, they have flowers on them.

For some reason Dave told me that he wanted to show me something. He took me around back and we just started snogging. He is a great snogger, I think he's been taking snogging lessons from Sven (oo-er) because he's even started to do that varying pressure thing.

OH GOD! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!

10 minutes later

On the blower

I said, "Dave. I'm going to kill you. Hard."

Dave said, "Oo-er."

"Shut up. Do you know what you gave me?"

"The horn?"

"Ye- no! Stop that! You gave me mononucleotitis!"

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Do you know what else?"

"What else, kittykat?"

"I'm going to be home schooled for 6 weeks. Because of you!"

"You mean, you're going to be home schooled for 6 weeks because you can't resist me."

The cheek of him. I said with maturiosity at all times, "You're mad."

"No, you're mad."

"No, you're mad." I put the phone down on him. That will show him.

30 seconds later

He said, "No, you're mad."

I said, "You could at least apologize."

"For what? Being so irresistible? It's a gift, Gee."

"Hmph."

"Would it make you feel any better if I told you that I've been home for the past week with mononucletitis?"

"Yes, it would make me feel a lot better. Actually, it would make me feel even better if you said that your spleen had swollen. Actually, no, because then I think of this giant red throbbing thing, ewewewewew."

He laughed. He has such a nice laugh…"Well, there you have it."

I said, "Have what?"

"It."

"Ugh…Mutti is yelling at me to 'get some rest', and 'get off the damn phone'. I have to go…"

"Missing you already!" And he hung up.

30 minutes later

In bed

Ooh I feel all jelloid.

Didn't he say that to Ellen though? Even when he didn't like her.

20 minutes later

Merde.

Saturday September 9th

Living room

11:30am

I'm home ill as an…ill thing, and my family is out cavorting around, painting the town green, or whatever.

My throat hurts so badly. It's like if you swallowed tinsel, or tiles, whatever is on roofs, after a really hot day. It'd be scratchy and hot.

I'm drinking chicken noodle soup, which mutti made me. So generous of her. Not. There are these huge chunks of unidentifiable vegetables.

15 minutes later

Nothing is even on. Stupid TV.

20 minutes later

Oh this is interesting. It's called "Hole in the Wall". It's basically really fat American type people jumping through holes. Lovely.

12:45pm

ERLACK! I didn't think it was possible to be huger than Slim was. But I lay down corrected. These people are like Nauseating P. Green, and Slim combined! Disgusting.

2:00pm

I only popped off to boboland for a few minutes. Time flies when you're…sleeping. Who's ringing the doorbell at this hour?

1 minute later

It's Robbie!

Quick, quick, um, I don't know!

2 minutes later

I found some lippy in the kitchen, and put my hair up in what I like to think is a sophisticated bun.

My lips are already puckering. What am I going to tell him? Sorry I've been going on snogging fests with random blokes, and now I have mononucletitis? He'll dump me for sure... I can tell him that I have pancresizes. But doesn't your pancreas have to explode for that to happen? Damn, damn, damn. The door bell is ringing again.

At the door

He's just looking at me in a looking at me way. Why?

10 minutes later

Jas told him about me being sick (quelle suprise) but she left out a lot of the details. She just said I was "really, really sick."

He was worried about me (Aww…), and wanted to check up on me (Aww…). Which translates to, "I couldn't stand being away from your gorgeous face and want to snog you to within a quarter of your life". That is what I like to think.

He brought me proper chicken noodle soup, and we sat on the couch for a few hours just watching the vair jiggly hamburgerese jump through holes. We didn't say much though. But I like to think as he had is arm around me he was just taking time to absorb my beautiosity.

5:00pm

He had to go because his band was having rehearsals for tonight's gig. I'm going to have to miss a lot of gigs.

5:05pm

Double poo, and also merde.

5:30pm

He kissed my forehead though, I wonder if that's on the snogging scale? Is that even a snog? If spiritual or virtual or whatever Jas calls it makes it to the snogging scale, I guess forehead snogging could be on it, too…

6:00pm

Looking in the mirror

Hm, maybe I should get a fringe. But it deffo won't be annoying and fringey like Jas' fringiness… What's on my lips? It looks like some blotchy pink stuff. Oh hells biscuits…it's that lip gloss I found. It's like literal lip stain. It has stained my lips. Permanently.

20 seconds later

Probably.

6:10pm

It won't even come off if I scrape it with my teeth.

6:15pm

Ewwwwwyewew! Note to self: eye makeup remover tastes horrible, and doesn't work.

This is all Dave the laughs fault.

5 minutes later

I hate him.

2 minutes later

Maybe.

A/N

Anyone see that coming? I didn't. I actually just randomly thought about it yesterday. Hehehehe….