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"Late-night breakup"

"Why?" He asked in a serious (uh-oh) voice.

I gulped, "Because I wouldn't stop seeing you."

Dave's eyes widened a teensy bit. Suddenly I was beginning to heat up... a lot.

Sunday October 2nd

4.00pm

Dave took a teeny step towards me but then stopped.

"Oh," he said.

Pause.

Great no one is talking. It's like a silent fest out here.

"Are you cold?" Dave said ages later. I shook my head. It wasn't a lie. Sure I felt like my toes and fingers and nose and lips were going to fall off from that hypothermia thingy, but with Dave standing right there I was feeling rather warm. And pre-jelloid. Yepp, defiantly pre-jelloid heat.

I took a step towards Dave so we were like inches apart. Where did that come from? Actually I think I know where it came from because I think I know what Rosie and Jas and everyone else think about me because I think it might be true. Well not totally true. Obviously I don't love Dave but he does make me go jelloid and is fit beyond belief and melts me with his gorgey eyes and makes me have the horn. But I don't love him.

Dave gulped and looked at me. Sticky eyes again. Then he did the strangest thing. He leant down at pressed his forehead against mine and sighed. Only it wasn't an "oh what a brillopads moment" sigh but more of a "crap what is this mess?" sigh.

Merde.

Dave closed his eyes and said really quietly, "I have to go now. I have some stuff to think about."

"Emma," I said before I could stop myself. He nodded slowly which kind of hurt my forehead as he moved but I didn't say anything.

"Erm... ok."

That was good right? He would break up with Emma, then ask me to be his official snogging partner and everything would be brillopads and marvy and cool beans with knobs. Yepp, that sounds like a plan.

Dave kissed me on the cheek before turning and walking off into the park. Poo. What is it with lads and measly kisses?! I can't get a decent snog these days.

7.00pm

Hiding in my bedroom from the Swiss Family Mad

Dave hasn't called me yet. Why hasn't he called? It's been like ten hours!! Or two. Same diff.

Surely he should have called me right after he broke up with Emma. Which should have been straight away. That is tip top boy decorum. Yupp.

Unless, maybe Dave is unfamiliar with this code of sorts. Well I did just make it up but still...

2 minutes later

Decided to forget about Dave and concentrate on more important things. I have my digniosity.

What outfit should I wear for our first date? Well not our first date because we went about before when I used him as a red herring and all but I meant our second first date. Yes that one.

Leather skirt and knee-high boots say maturiosity at all times. Or is it slut and prostitude? Jas will know, being the wise woman of the forest of course.

Speaking of the Vole woman, I should probably call her to mention the brillopads news. She will probably be annoyed because she is going out with Hunky tonight and takes about six hours to get ready. She is so vain.

1 minute later
Calling Jazzy Spazzy.

"Hello?!" Giddygodspjs she sounds stressed.

"Erm... hi Jas it's me."

"Me who?!" Snappy snappy.

"Me Georgia Nicolson. You know, your bestest pally for forever and a bit."

"What do you want Georgia?"

"No need to be ratty with me Voley," I said, (haha I am a comedy genius if I do say so myself) "I just have some marvy beyond belief news for you."

"This isn't a good time ok! Hunky is coming round in ten minutes and I haven't sorted out my fringe!"

What did I tell you? Vain.

"Why don't you just flick it to the side?" I suggested being full of generosity. Plus, I wouldn't be able to tell her my news if she didn't stop having an f.t.

Pause.

Shuffle.

Flicky flicky.

2 minutes later

"Jas?"

Puff puff pant.

"Here."

"So can I tell you my news?"

She sighed, (how nice) "Go on then Gee."

"Ok mon pally. A certain man with a camel found out that me and Masimo have fled the nest and he is currently departing from is not-so-beloved Emma."

"Non!" God she is dramatic.

"Mais oui! In fact I am expecting his call any mo now."

"Gee that's fantastic!" Wow, she actually sounded sincere. I will give her a midget gem at Stalag 14 tomorrow. If I remember and don't eat them all first that is.

"That it is Jazzy that it is," I said in a wise way that reflects me best.

"Right I have to go now! I will talk to you tomorrow. Meet at mine yeah? Later Gee!"

Typico. Dump the friend when there is a boy at hand. But I will forgive her because I am such a kind soul.

11.30pm

Dave still hasn't rang me. He should have rang me by now. Should I ring him? No, I have more pridiosity than that.

30 seconds later
Ringing Dave.

No answer. Merde.

Maybe he is out dumping Emma. Yes that is what he is doing. It is a late-night break up because he is nocturnal like a vampire. A sexy lip nibbling vampire.

I wish he would ring me so we can hurry up and become official snogging partners, specific horns-a-go-go.

5 minutes later

I will never fall asleep now. I shall lie awake until he calls me. Which he will. So I will not be lying awake very long and that is le fact.

If I close my eyes a wee bit, I can practically see Dave picking up the phone...

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Monday October 3rd

8.35am

Puff pant puff pant!!

Running down the road like a loon towards Jazzy Spazzy. She is sat on her wall staring at her watch. Typico. What does she think? That she can turn back time? Pfft good luck.

Can't believe I fell asleep last night. I bet Dave was wondering why I didn't pick up the phone. But at least the elderly loons weren't woken up. I would have gotten a right ear-full from Vati and no one wants to see his badger quivering late at night. Or at any time for that matter.

"Georgia!" Jas said jumping off the wall. Christ on bike I just saw her over-sized pantaloons. What a lovely sight in the morning. Not.

She's trying to act all surprised that I'm here. Fat chance fringy, I know she was watching (and scowling) as I was coming down the street.

I smiled at her and carried on walking so she had to run to catch up. Haha.

"Gee what happened?! What did he say?! Did he like officially ask you out?!"

"No he didn't because I feel asleep."

"You fell asleep?" She said.

"Yes you dim-witted fool I fell asleep!"

1 minute later

Hobbling along after Jas. Corr that girl has a hefty kick. I wonder if they teach her that at the ramblers association for rambling ramblers?

Probably. They're all violent nutters to anything but a vole. Or owl.

Lunch

Sitting on the knicker-toaster.

Or the radiator as the olds (and boring folk) say.

Blimey its nippy noodles outside.

But my knickknacks are toasty warm!

Boring day at Stalag 14. But then, when is it ever interesting?

Well actually, there was that time when Elvis broke his leg or something because I mouthed "Jas is on fire!" at him through his window and then he stumbled out and fell over his wheelbarrow. But then again I was suspended for that...

And the MacUseless rehearsals were vair amusant especially since the lads from Foxwood joined us. That was when Dave started the whole "PANTS" business.

Hmm... I wonder if Dave is worried about me because I didn't answer last night. He must be tip-top on the losing it scale. See if my parents were normal folk (fat chance) then I would have a mobile and Dave would be able to ring-eth me now to make sure I'm still alive and haven't been eaten by moths from Jas's collection.

But live and let live I say. I shall just have to wait till after tortuous hell (i.e. Stalag 14) is over, then I can see him.

And snog him.

Snog him to within an inch of his life.

Yummy scrumboes.

5 minutes later

Rosie is giving me the eyebrow raise. I've managed to avoid the interrogations so far but I fear the beard is soon to make an appearance.

5 seconds later

Yep it's out.

"Dear dear Gee you have some explaining to do." Rosie said.

Everyone turned to look at me. Brillopads.

"He hasn't called her yet." Jas blurted out. Thanks bestest pally.

Bit more eyebrow rising.

"Actually I fell asleep before he-"

Mabs butted in, "So has he broken up with Emma?"

I nodded, "That is le plan."

Everyone grinned.

"And you two are... you know... gonna be together... like now he has... you know."

Oh yes of course I know Ellen you are talking complete sense as always.

I thought it was her obsession with Dave the Laugh that brought on her stutteringness. But basically it's any boy-type that gives her the horn. I.e. Dec.

"Yes yes and thrice yes!" I said. That should clear things up.

3.45pm

Ambling home

All aloney on my owney.

The Ace Gang have all gone to Jas's but I'm going home because that is where my nearly one and only Dave will be waiting for me since he wasn't at Stalag 14.

Why wasn't he at Stalag 14?

Hunky was there for Jas. And even Dec for Ellen. Which by the way sent her into the ditherspaz of the century. What joys for the rest of us trying to help a jittering twit put on eyeliner. If she got a pencil in her eye she has only herself to blame. And maybe Rosie. But she should know better than to give RoRo anything sharp anyway.

Home

Where's Dave? Why isn't he here? He really isn't tip top on the boyfriend scale at the mo. I shall have to educate him.

At least the Swiss Family Mad aren't in. That's a plus in anyone's books. I am free to roam around and empty the cupboards of... yepp dried cereal and cheese. Yum.

Maybe I should ring Dave? He's probably just forgotten my number or something. Typico.

No! Glacosity! I have my pride. I shall just keep busy till he rings. Let's see...

4.00pm

In the bath. It's actually rather relaxing without Vati banging on the door. I've even shaved my legs and they are super duper smoothy smooth. Cool beans. Right, face pack on.

5.30pm

Out of the bath and outfit chosen. I am a Sex Kitty of highest waters that is le fact.

Checking the phone. Message from the elderly loons. Apparently they are staying out late at some party fandango. Probably involving Uncle Eddie's cod piece. Erlack-a-pongos. I do not want to know any more.

No messages from Dave. Poo.

6.00pm

Ringing Dave.

No answer. Where in Lord Sandra's basoomers is he? I am a bored whatsit with no boyfriend to snog. Or a pal to talk to. I can't phone the Ace Gang until I have news about Dave. Which should have been hours ago.

Ho hum pigs bum I suppose I can put my makeup on. In peace and quiet. I think I shall do it up all spooky, with lots of black eyeliner and dark eye shadow. I look vair mysterious.

9.00pm

Ringing Dave. Again.

"Hello?" So the boy can answer his phone.

"Dave, it's me Georg-"

"Oh hi." He cut me off. How rude.

"I'm coming round." He said. Wow that's more like it. Taking the bull by the whatsit and cutting straight to the snogging.

Wait, taking the bull by the whatsits properly would have been coming round last night and having a snog fest then...

Ahh well I shall forgive him as he is basically now my one and only official snogging partner. I shall be Mrs Laugh of the Laughy man who rides a camel with two humps for two. Perfectamondo.

15 minutes later
Doorbell's just gone but I am walked vair slowly to answer it. A keen-cat is not a good look. Play glaciosity like the Sex Kitty I am.

Oh screw it I need a snog.

Pant pant...

"Dave!" I said after opening the door.

Blimey O'Reilly he doesn't look too good. Oh merde I sense Dave the Unlaugh coming on. Or already here. In fact I've just opened my door to an Unlaugh in unlaugh land. Maybe if I close and open it again he will be all smiley and cheeky and... well... Dave.

Hold the phone, why is he all sulky and poo and merde? He should be happy because we are about to become official horn blowers (oo-er) for each other.

"I'm sorry." He said in a vair quiet voice.

Sorry? "That's ok, I didn't expect you to call straight away." I lied. Remember, glaciosity.

He shook his head, "No. I mean I'm sorry."

I frowned. "Ok, what for?"

He looked up at me. His eyes were all watery and gloomy and sad. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't break up with her."

What?! No no no no no no no no!!

I stared at him like a slapped fish. Which I might as well have been.

"Whattt.. wh-y?" God now I was an Ellen slapped fish. Marvy.

"She cares about me Georgia. And let's face it, the only reason you want me now is because your handbag man broke up with you."

I shook my head and some wet stuff came flying off. Oh my Lord Sandra I was blubbing! Blubbing over Dave the Laugh!

He looked at me again then took a step away. Come back!

"I need to make this work. I'm sorry Georgia. I'm sorry..."

I could barely hear him as he repeated that all the way down the path. I think my ears have filled with my tears from blubbing. What is the matter with me?

No, what is the matter with him?! Why hasn't he broken up with Emma? That was the plan! Instead he's basically broken up with me. And we weren't even going out. And I've not snogged him in zonks and... and...

I think I need to blub some more.

First bit of aggers!! (the breakup with Masimo doesn't count.. he's a fule :P)

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