Hey guys thanks to everyone who constantly review these chapters! I love you all very much.

And I really appreciate it through the chapters when everyone is dying for the snogging to begin! Trust me, it takes a LOT of self restraint not to just write that Gee jumps on Dave!

Please bear with me I do have each chapter planned and I know when everything is going to happen....

"Hugemungous Rambling Lecture"

Bloody jeans and a bloody hoody! And I look like I'm dining with the queen!

Dave didn't snog me! Not even a little bit, not even a number 3!!!!

After stepping vair vair close he then stepped back and took hold of my hand again and gave it a teeny peck before saying, "Goodnight Georgia. I had a really good time. S'laters."

I've decided to tell Eric I can't go out with him anymore.

I said to him "Well it's because I think I like someone else kind of a lot and it's not really fair for me to lead you on is it?"

Saturday November 19th

10.00am

In bed

Up at the crack of dawn. Libby and her fwends have decided to join me in my room but I let them being the Saint I am.

I've even let Libby use my makeup on Gordy. Now that is pretty Saint-ish behaviour. Obviously it's not my proper makeup... just the crappy stuff you get from flee-bitten relatives who still think you're five years old. Which would make me Libby.

Scary bananas.

10 minutes later

Back in bed with a nutritious breakfast of cheesy puffs.

Libby is clearly taking Gordy's makeup seriously because when I offered her one she slapped my hand and said, "No bad Gingey! Gordey needs prettinglynesss!"

I didn't offer her another one.

30 seconds later

I haven't heard from Dave since... what day was it that we went out? Tuesday? Yes it was Tuesday. I haven't heard from Dave since Tuesday. Whyyyy?

Does it really take that long to get over my amazingness and ask me out again?

I didn't see him on Wednesday. Well I did but I only saw him talking to that stupid Grace I didn't actually see him see him. And then on Thursday and Friday there wasn't any rehearsals because we have a lot of "important" practices coming up and needed a break. Pfft.

4 minutes later

Dave said the classic "s'laters" to me on Tuesday as well. That can only mean bad news.

But it can also be good. If he actually does mean "see you later" in an "I will see you later" kind of way and not just a "see you later" as something to say at the end of a date.

I hope it's the first one.

I'm sure it's the first one. Got to be.

15 minutes later

Sat on my wall

Dun de dunn de de de de dun dun dunnn de de dunnn dun de dun de dunn dunnn dunnn.

This is me keeping busy.

Dunnnnn deeeeeeeeee dunnnnnnnn deeeeeeeeee.

I am vair tuneful if I say so myself.

30 seconds later

No one has walked past yet. How has no one walked past?!

Why has no one (and by that I mean Dave) walked past yet?!

Poo and also merde.

2 minutes later

Oh my giddy god I can see someone walking up the street! Tis like fate from the heavens (me being a Saint an' all).

5 seconds later

Tis a lad, definitely a lad.

3 seconds later

Tall, dark hair. Sounds about right so far!

5 seconds later

Ahhh crap.

It's not Dave.

1 second later

"Hey Georgia."

Oh hi wombat boy. "Oh hi Robbie." I said.

He smiled at me, "It's not like you to be out here in the morning."

I shrugged, "Oh you know, I'm... enjoying the wonderful outdoors."

He laughed. I know I am hilarious.

"So where are you off to?" I asked him.

"The park," Robbie said. "Playing footy with the lads."

Lads?! Does Dave class as lads? I wonder...

"And the lad's are..."

"Oh you know, Tom, Dom, Rollo, Da-"

Robbie stopped and is now grinning at me. Brillopads. Not.

1 second later

"So how's things going with you and Dave?" He asked.

Oh buggeration.

"Well you know... we've said hi... and said hey... and..."

"He asked you out yet?" Robbie said. Talk about jumping to the whatsit!

"Well ermm..." I began superbly wisely if I do say so myself.

5 minutes later

I've just told Robbie everything. And I mean everything. Well everything concerning Dave and me since the accident not everything everything in the world that would just be vair stupid.

It actually felt kind of good to tell a lad and get a lads perspective. Because that is what Robbie is; a lad. Not a handbag weiling girly like Masimo. Booo.

2 seconds later

"So he's not called you since Tuesday night?" Robbie asked and I nodded like a nodding dog.

"But that's probably because he doesn't have my number."

Robbie grinned, "Right, that would hold him back a bit."

3 seconds later

Oh my Lord Sandra I've had a flash of the whatsit!!

"Hey you're going to see Dave now right? Could you maybe casually... you know... give it him?"

Robbie said, "Yeah I guess I can. You know, casually." And he winked.

I smiled, "Perfectamondo! Thanks Robbie!"

He gave me a quick hug then I made him scoot off to play footy and, ahem, make Dave call me. Brillopads!!

5 minutes later

Back inside.

Why does it suddenly suck here more than usual?

Ahh it's because Dave is not here. Hmmm...

30 minutes later

In a bush

In the park

Yeah ok so this may be classed as me stalking Dave, but I prefer to think of it as being interestingly observant.

Plus he does look fineeeee playing footy! He looks vair vair groovier than all the other lads there, even the Sex God! Or rather Ex-Sex God who is now a matey mate.

I think I could stay here all day. Swooooon.

10 minutes later

Blimey O'riley its vair nippy noodles out here.

I may have to leave soon my fingers and toesies are about to drop off and that is le fact.

I wonder whether he's given Dave my number yet?

Wait, what if he calls me and I don't answer it because I'm not there I'm here!

1 second later

But how can he call me from here? He probably has a mobile unlike moi due to my unfair and badger-wearing Vati.

I should head back homeyyy so that I can answer the phone when Dave calls me. Otherwise he may call and I won't answer because I will not be there in which case Libby will answer it, or worse Mutti or Vati! Oh mon dieu!

5 minutes later

Pant pant puff puff...

2 minutes later

Wow that has got to be me home in record timing.

Although now I think I'm about to collapse. I hope Dave doesn't ring now, I don't think I'd be able to talk properly.

Not that I talk properly anyway, my brain just rambles on like a rambling rambler like... like I'm doing now.

Ahh well hey ho live and let live I say.

1.20pm

Time for lunch after a stressful morning talking chatting stalking and running me thinks.

If only there was actually something edible in the house. Ha. Fat chance.

I think it would be a vair good idea for Mutti and Vati to invest in a cook. I may suggest it to them. Then at least I would not die of starvation.

Not that the Olds really care. They probably wouldn't even notice seeing as they're too busy trying to recapture their youth which will be about as successful as Ellen giving a speech in assembly. I.e. not successful at all.

Speaking of the Swiss Family Mad, where are they? I've not seen them since I came back from pant land, or the park as some people call it.

10 minutes later

Spoke too soon. They've returned. Brillopads.

"Georgie come down here for a moment can you," Mutti shouted up at me. No "how you doing?" No "I've got you a present." No "We're moving out so you can finally rid of us."

1 minute later

I forced myself to go downstairs seeing as I am a Saint an' all.

"Yes mother?" I said so politely and sweetly.

She raised her eyebrows, "What do you want?"

What do I want? What do I want? What sort of answer is that?! Pfft how rude.

I smiled, "Nothing mother, as I recall, it was in fact you who called me down here was it not?"

Mutti shrugged and walked into the kitchen while saying, "I was wondering if you could look after Libby this Monday after school, I'm going to see Uncle Eddie perform-"

"Stop right there Mutti, I do NOT need to hear anymore."

Mutti smiled, "So that's a yes, fantastic! Thanks Georgie."

What? No! I didn't say that! Did I?

"Err Mutti don't you think I might have plans of my own?"

"Sorry what was that?" Mutti said walking out.

It's a wonder I turned out to be such a caring soul considering Vati and Mutti's appalling behaviour. What a bad example. Diiiiisgraceful indeedio.

4.00pm

So it appears I'm now babysitting Monday night. I wouldn't really call it babysitting though. Maybe devil-sitting. Libby is a gigantibus handful and that is le fact.

2 minutes later

Doorbell's ringing.

Why is the doorbell ringing?

Oh my giddy god's pyjamas I bet it's Dave!!

5 seconds later

Puff puff pant pant to the door!

...Opening door...

"Hel-... huh?" It's not Dave it's just bloody Jassy Spassy and Rosie. Merde.

Ouchy they look mad. Vair vair mad. I wonder what Owl's bitten their tongues...

"Err can I help you two starey agoggers?" I said.

Rosie folded her eyes. Jas folded her eyes. Rosie frowned. Jas frowned. What is this simon-says?!

"Hello?!" I shouted, "Do you guys talk or just look like that permanently?"

2 seconds later

Ow bloody ow!!

Jas and Rosie just pulled me outside vair vair roughly! They have clearly not heard of the gentle touch. Or they just ignore it.

And its nippy noodles out here and I only have one layer on! Brrrr!

5 seconds later

The grumpy twins still haven't spoken.

"What do you want?!" I shouted.

They looked at each other then turned back to me to glare some more. Great, so what else is new?

Rosie said, "Why didn't you tell us?" I'm sorry? What?

Jas said, "Why didn't you tell us about Dave Georgia?"

Oh crap. Busted.

I frowned back at them. "What do you mean?"

"Well first of all you didn't tell us that Dave had broken up with Emma," Jas said.

"And then you didn't tell us that YOU went out with Dave!" Rosie finished.

What nosy buggers they are! Tis not their business!

5 million hours later

Finally managed to cool Jas and Rosie down explaining that it's not really a big deal about Dave and Emma and I am handling the new turn of events in a tres sophis way. A lot better than Jas and Rosie are doing now.

I think they need to show a bit of maturiosity like moi.

1 second later

Jas said, "Well I hope you've told Dave."

"Err," I said, "Tell him what?"

Rosie biffed my head (Ow!) and said, "About everything."

"Oh thanks, that clears it up."

She biffed me again. Jas is now looking at me as though my head as fallen off, (which it hasn't by the way).

Jas screeched at me, "You HAVEN'T told Dave about you two before his crash?!!!"

"What?!" I said a wee bit too loud, "You told me that I had to stop trying to make Dave remember me!"

Rosie shook her head like a shaking thing, "No that was before."

Oh my Lord Sandra I'm so confused.

"Before what?"

Jas did one of those really huge naff sighs and turned to Rosie before looking at me again. "Listen," She began. Oh Christ on Bike that's the sign of a hugemungous rambling lecture coming my way. Prepare to be bored beyond the valley of the clinically depressed.

0.5 seconds later

Whoa Jas's mouth is gigantibus and that is le fact!

15 seconds later

Rosie and Jas moved us so we could sit down on the wall.

Jas said, "Listen, we only didn't want Dave to remember you before because it would have been too hard on you Gee." Then she rubbed my shoulder. Get off lezzie! "Dave was with Emma, and it would have been bad for everyone if he had found out the wrong way-"

Rosie chipped in, "Exactly but now he can find out the right way because Emma's gone so you can tell Dave everything and just say that it was Emma that was lying to him. Which is true-eth anyhow."

My head hurts.

"So let me get this right," I said, "You want me to tell Dave everything that has happened between us... EVER?"

Rosie raised her eyebrows. Here we go again.

"Well maybe not everything," she said, "like the red herring fandango isn't a necessity. But like the important stuff."

Oh well said Viking One. Not.

2 minutes later

I said quietly, "I can't tell him."

They both frowned at me again. "You can." They said.

"No. I can't and I won't."

"You will!"

"I won't!"

"Will!"

"Won't!"

Jas stared at me incredulously, "He'll find out eventually Georgia. Then what will you do?"

I shook my head, "No. No. NO!"

7.00pm

Hiding in my room

I finally got rid of the annoying twits. I can't believe they want me to tell Dave like everything! Are they barking maddddd?!

I should get Angus to give them a good biffing, he sorts the Prat Poodles out good and proper.

I can't tell Dave everything that is the actions of a vair vair stupid girl. That I am not.

I don't want him to know that I was a red bottomed minx under the influences of the horn. That would be tres bad.

30 seconds later

He doesn't need to know. We are getting along just fine. Been on one date. And he has my number now. We definitely don't need my red bottom ruining things.

I am right right and three times right. Jas and Rosie are wrong. So wrong. Wrong wrong and thrice wrong.

1 second later

Definitely not telling Dave.

That is final.

Final as a final thing can be on a final day in final universe.

10 minutes later

Oh my giddy god the phone is ringing!

Pant. Pant. Must. Answer. Before. Family. Of. Loons.

10 seconds later

Praise Sandra I made it!

Now to answer... is this the time for a "hey" or "hi" or "howdy" or maybe just the classic "hello"?

seconds later

Hmmm I think I'll go with "Hi."

"Hi."

"Hey is that Georgia?"

OH MY GIDDY GOD'S PANTS! It's Dave!! Yessssusss! Yippeee yupppppss!

0.01 seconds later

"Err yes, hi Dave." Merde. I should have asked who it was to show my glaciosity side.

Ahhh well live and let live.

"Robbie gave me the right number then." He laughed. Awwwww.

I nodded. Then remembered he can't see me so added, "Looks like it."

"So are you busy on Monday?"

Yes yes for youuuu I am!

Oh crapola I've got Libby to look after! Merde Merde and thrice merde!!

"Sorry I am being sentenced to house arrest to guard an insane child that I am forced to call my little sister."

Dave laughed again. "No worries Gee, I'll see you Tuesday at rehearsals then."

"Err, yeah, yeah you will."

"S'laters Georgia."

"Bye Dave."

1 minute later

Oh BG I'm in phone heaven!

Talking with Dave is a million times better than listening to Vole woman and the Viking One rant on and that is le fact.

I could listen to Dave for hours and hours and hours.

1 minute later

Is it too soon to ring him?

Again, sorry for not writing what I know you want to read! But it's building up to it... I want it to be as realistic as possible :)

Please keep reviewing :) & I shall post the next chappy on monday!

Horn's out!! ;)