Final chappy up as promised! Actually even earlier than promised as its like half 1 in the morning... but I actually can't sleep because I am just a little kid inside XD
Thankyou for all your reviews, you actually made me double take on whether I should change the ending to this... but I stuck to what I planned in the end and the rest will come in a sequel (??)
This is the longest chappy out of the whole story but please make sure you read it all and don't skip to get to the end... all is important!
I shall let you get on with it now...
"Out the Crazy Tree and into the Whirlwind of Ballisiticisimus."
"I want to fix this." Robbie said. "I think maybe I should talk to Jas, or Tom if you prefer, and explain that you and Dave are... good together?" He said as a question.
I nodded.
Robbie smiled awkwardly, "He also said that Jas said you were... cheating on Dave with me."
"I'll clear that up too though." Robbie assured me, "Everything will be fine."...
Dave held up a hand to stop me. "So you thought I wouldn't like you if I met your family?"
I nodded glumly. But at least it wasn't a lie. Just not the whole truth. In fact about 20% of the truth but hey ho pigs bum...
Number 5!! With Dave the Laugh!!!!!
Oh! My! ...
Dave laughed and jumped down to join me on the ground.
"Do you want to come out with me tomorrow?"
I nodded and just remembered to say, "Yus-nung."
"Good stuff. Do a bit of Christmas shopping yeah?"
"Yeah that sounds good. And err, maybe you can come back to mine for a bit after."
Sunday December 11th
9.00am
Up at the crack of the cows so I can be ready for my date/shopping trip with Dave. We said we'd meet in town at 11.00am which I thought was a tad early but I didn't say anything.
Only two hours to get ready which is not nearly enough time but I shall work with what I have.
And moan a lot. That helps too. Despite what Mutti says. Vati wouldn't have given me that extra 30 squids if I hadn't moaned. It always pays off. Well most times anyway.
2 minutes later
What to start with? Hair? Makeup? Clothes? I think my outfit will take about an hour to pick so I'd better crack on with that.
But then again shouldn't I go in the shower first so I have time to dry and sort out my hair? I do not want it looking like I've stuck my finger in a socket. Or like Mutti in other words.
1 minute later
Clothes. Must dress to perfection and show my glaciosity and maturiosity sides.
30 seconds later
Running water for a shower. Better to have nice hair than nice clothes.
2 minutes later
Stopped the water. What am I thinking? If I have crap clothes on then that will just cancel out the fab hair. Deffo pick clothes.
5 minutes later
Black skinny jeans or denim skirt with tights?
Glam kitty or cute girl?
1 minute later
Glam kitty. Tis good to show the rock-esk side once in a while.
30 seconds later
No better play safe and appear innocent and sweet. Especially after all the fiascos.
10 seconds later
Black skinnys.
5 seconds later
Denim skirt.
2 minutes later
This is too hard!! Why am I picking my clothes first?
1 minute later
In the shower.
25 minutes later
Shower done and hair dry. I shaved my legs as well (with Vati's razor) so they are smoothy smooth.
My hair isn't too bad either surprisingly. It's vair bouncier than its usual self. Big G must finally be on my side.
Do you think he would give me a mobile for Christmas if I prayed vair nicely?
10.00am
Right I really need to decide now.
Skinnys or skirt? Skinnys or skirt? Skinnys or skirt?
Skirt!
Skinnys!
Skirt!
Skinnys!
2 minutes later
In my denim skirt and pink tights and a pink jacket. Vair cool beans.
Now makeup... cute and simple to go with my outfit I think.
So that's just a few layers of foundation, some blusher to give me that healthy winter glow and... ooo wow I've just found this fabbity fab eyeliner! It's a liquid purple one. Vair marvy.
But it won't go with my pinkyness...
10 minutes later
In black skinny jeans, purple top, and groovy eyeliner to match!!
I'm a Sex kitty if there ever was one.
Maybe Big G will let Dave remember the Sex Kitty side of me without remembering all the other red bottomness... that would be vair good.
1 minute later
Maybe it would help if I went to see Call-me-Arnold again. I think I have some peacemaking to do after last time. Who knew hair could be so flammable?
15 minutes later
Walking to town. Walking I say. This should get me in tip top shape. It's almost 10 minutes to town.
Is it too late to get the bus?
2 seconds later
Haha I got an extra 10 squids out of Mutti before! That should sort her's and Vati's pressie. So then I've got £30 for Libby, Angus and Cross-eyed Gordy. But that'll only be like 5 squids so I've got ...err, £25 left for moi!!
Perfectamondo!
Unless I have to get Dave a present? How long have we been going out now? I think it was the 25th of November when he asked me.
Wow I must really like him if I've started remembering useful stuff and not just mon oiseux a perdu son plume.
So that was the 25th... and today is the 11th of December. So that's... 16 days. Hey, my maths is getting better too!
So that's like 2 weeks or so... long enough to be buying each other xmas pressies? Hmm...
2 minutes later
Oh giddy god's pyjamas I've just seen Dave! He is looking tres yummy scrumboes if I say so myself and I do.
"Morning Gee," Dave said and leaned in to give me a number 3. Aww.
"Nunnng."
What?! I'm not even jelloid and I can't talk.
Unless I am jelloid. Can you be jelloid without knowing it? Is Big G playing tricks on me? Or is that a different Big G controlling all the jelloid stuff?!
That would explain sooooo much!
So then it's not been Big G screwing up all my rack of love and cake shop fiasco in my life but Big Jelloid G. He will have hell to pay for when I get up there.
1 second later
Unless he lets me and Dave live happily together as official snogging partners for... a very long time. Then I will forgive Big Jelloid G.
3 seconds later
"Gee you ok?"
Oh crap I've not spoken in like... a sehr sehr long time. Dave must think I'm vair vair stupid like ADM. I should really say something. Like... now. SPEAK!
1 second later
"HEY!"
Oops. Maybe that was a bit too hyper-ish. Dave looks like he's just seen a ghost. Or a gigantibus flying Big Jelloid G with a cape. That would be scary bananas. But also kinda cool with the flying fandango. It would be vair marvy to be able to fly. I would so fly over to Dave's all the time to see him... nothing rudey dudey intended though you cheeky minxes!! I meant to talk meaningfully. And snog. Snogging is good.
2 seconds later
Lord Sandra what is with my head? I've got jelloid brain definitely.
Dave is looking at me funny. Like I've fallen out the crazy tree. Out the crazy tree and into the whirlwind of ballisiticisimus.
But with my family I suppose it was only inevitable.I'm just thankful I didn't get Vati's badger business. A female moustache is not attractive and that is le fact.
I think I've been punished enough what with my hugemongus conk and gigantibus nunga-nungas. Why couldn't I have had nicely-shaped parents? Nicely-shaped parents that supply a lot of food and go away regularly.
Is that so much to ask?
5 seconds later
Oh gott in himmel I keep forgetting to talk!
Dave is still looking a like a stunned sheep.
"Shall we shop?" I asked and Dave snapped out of his day-dream whatsit as quick as a quick thing.
He grinned and took my hand, "Right away madamn."
Hehe he's talking like a posh git again. Oh what larks.
10 minutes later
We just stumbled into River Island talking like Ross and Rachel do on friends when they're drunk in Vegas. It was vair amusant.
We waddled up to this model and Dave started saying stuff like, "Well helllllo. Oh hellllo."
Then I chipped in with the classic, "Oh HAIIIII!"
And several people, (i.e. everyone) jumped out their skin.
We both laughed like loons and legged it from the store to avoid a duffing up from the scary bananas looking security man.
45 minutes later
I'm actually doing alright with this Christmas shopping lark. Got Vati a new razor, as such is the generosity of me. Plus then I can have his old one for my legs to avoid the orang-utan gene. See, everybody wins.
Dave tried to help me pick Mutti's present which I'm trying not to be scared about. But he did seem rather keen to help me get her a new over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder.
I exploded right there outside La Senza. "DAVE! Are you trying to scare me for life?!"
Dave laughed a like a loon and said, "Chill your haricots Gee I'm only joking. I'd much rather buy you one. By the way, what size are you?"
I then duffed him with my bag and ran speedily away.
But apparently not speedily enough because he pummelled into me like 20 metres later and we nearly went flying into some stacks of pantilizer dolls if you get my nub and gist. Libby would have a field day of doll-making here you see.
I think my whole body went jelloid when Dave wrapped his arms round me to stop me running away. So I just collapsed in his arms pretty much. Mucho scrummyness.
1 second later
Anyway after the pantalizer nearly-fiasco we sorted out a different pressie for my Mutti. Leather gloves.
And she says I never pay attention to her. I know she's going for the whole Grease look at the mo.
It looks completely hideous and grim but that is her choice to make.
5 minutes later
Dave said, "I'm feeling peckish. Fancy a bite to eat?"
I nodded, "Starving. My only option for breakfast was a dried grape so I generously left it for Libby."
Dave laughed and dragged me into hampsons.
Why's he laughing? I'm telling the truth.
20 minutes later
Walking round town with my pasty. Dave ate his in like one bite. There must be even less food at his house than at mine.
"You are a really slow eater Gee." Dave laughed. "Here let me help you." And then he took a bite out of my pasty! While it was in my mouth! That is so not correct boyfriend decorum!
"Dave!" I shouted, (after swallowing that is). He just shrugged and said, "I thought you didn't want it."
I grinned. Why am I grinning? I should be frowning.
But it's so hard to frown around a Laugh...
10 minutes later
Libby's pressie is sorted. I got her some chocolates and a Santa's hat. She likes to play dress up. A lot.
I'll just give Angus and Gordy some of my old socks to savage. That'll please them no end.
I now have 20 squids left. And I still don't know whether I should buy Dave an Xmas pressie. Not that I'd get it now with him here. But it's good to know. Otherwise I can go buy that eyeliner and lippy I saw in Boots...
30 seconds later
"So Gee what do you want for Christmas?" Dave asked as he swung my arm around. Wow talk about freaky bananas. He most definitely has a touch of the mystic meg about him.
"I err, erm..." Warning: you are entering Ellen land. Retreat with your arms held high.
"Err, you?"
Did I just say that? I have officially reached new levels of sadiosity. What happened to my amazing glaciosityness?!!
Dave laughed and pulled me round into a hug. I hope no one is looking.
No wait screw that, I hope everyone is looking and is jealous that I have such a groovy-looking boyfriend who looks like he's about to snog me.
2 seconds later
Snogging Dave. Just a number 4 but it's vair vair good. No sign of a number 5. But it's just as well not to do it in town. I don't fancy collapsing right here.
3 minutes later
"Ok," Dave said, "You can have me. Do you want me in a box or bubble wrapped?"
"Bubbled wrapped all the way." I laughed.
Haha now I'm imagining Dave covered in bubble wrap waddling and rolling his way down the street.
3.00pm
Outside my house. Dave is looking a tad nervous. He probably thinks I'm going to come up with some lame excuse like I normally do and not let him in my house.
But I won't.
Because 1, I already told him he could come inside. And 2, I've ran out of excuses.
1 minute later
"Come on," I said pulling at Dave's hand. "Shall I leave the door open so you can make a quick exit as soon as she see what a lunatic asylum you're about to enter?"
Dave grinned, "I'm sure I'll be fine," and he shut the door behind us.
"Ok," I said thankful Mutti and Vati weren't in the hall. Maybe we can make it to my bedroom without them knowing Dave's here?
30 seconds later
Phew!!
Made it alive! And by that I mean with no interrogations or "witty" comments from the Olds. In fact they were relatively normal.
I shouted out, "I'm home!" and then Vati grunted something back that sounded like, "Spent all my money have you?" But if it was then I ignored it.
2 minutes later
Oh in all things biscuity I have Dave the Laugh in my room! This is deffo jelloid territory though I'm also feeling tres nervous as well.
I think it's because the last time he was in my room was the night when he was in the car crash. Merde merde. Don't think of it.
20 seconds later
"Your house isn't scary!" Dave said sitting on my bed. Eek!
"Dave," I said in all my wisdomness, "You've been here like a minute or something. There's plenty of time for things to take a trip down the valley of the insane."
Dave laughed then and pulled me onto the bed next to him. Double eek!
Is Big Jelloid G feeling kind?! Please be feeling kind. Vair vair kind.
2 seconds later
Dave leaned into me really really slowly and my lips puckered up at once. But then he stopped with a teeny weeny space to go and said, "Are you expecting a snog Miss Georgia Nicolson?"
I shook my head as my mouth was kinda stuck.
Dave chuckled quietly and said, "I think your lips disagree." Oh.
But then he leaned in the whole way and snogged me! And I mean like a proper snog me silly snog! Snog me all the way to jelloid land and back!
No wait not back, let's just stay in jelloid land forever and ever and ever. I LOVE YOU BIG JELLOID G!
But not in that way.
3 minutes later
Still snogging Dave. La de daaa la de daaa.
Yummy scrumboes extraordinaire with knobs on top!
2 minutes later
Number 5! Woop!
And this time I actually managed to control myself and not fall over! Or maybe I did but just didn't notice because we're on a squishy bed.
Come to think of it, how did I get to be lying down? With Dave on top of me?
OH MY GIDDY GOD! Dave is on top of me! Snogging me! Is he planning to just skip number 6 and 7 and go straight for 8?!
2 seconds later
Maybe not. His hands are by my side and on my face, deffo not near any breasty business.
1 minute later
NUMBER 6!!
I feel like shouting, "HOUSTAN, WE HAVE REACHED NUMBER 6!"
But I won't. Because that would require me to stop snogging Dave. Which I don't want to do.
Oh giddy god this feels sooooo lurrrrrvly! Like tip top snogging! Dave doesn't get older, he just gets better.
If we carry on like this we might even get onto a bit of nip libbing.
No wait lip nipping.
LIP NIBBLING.
That's the bugger.
Just a little longer...
1 second later
Door just opened.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
2 seconds later
Dave jumped off me like Jack Flash (who?) and we both turned to look at the door. It was Libby. Brillopads. Not.
"Libby," I said but it came out like a croak after all the snogging, "What do you want?"
She just stood and looked at us both for a bit then legged it over to Dave and ran into his stomach. She is vair hefty for a 5 year old and that is le fact. I'm surprised he didn't topple over. Luckily he caught her though. Even if he did look mucho confused.
"Daveyyyy Boyyyyyy!" She screamed. It sounded a lot like Peter Kay actually when he's singing Danny Boy with helium. Freaky potatoes.
Dave's frowning. Why is he frowning?
"You bed snoggling gingey again weren't you Daveyyy?"
Oh crap merde and double poo.
I ran over and grabbed Libby, "Time to go Libby. I think Angus is calling you!"
2 seconds later
Libby's out. Thank Sandra.
Dave's staring at me funny again. Oh crap, he noticed that Libby said again. Merde merde and thrice merde!
They haven't met before they haven't met before!
Except they have lots of times but Dave doesn't remember...
6.00pm
Ok I'm feeling rather weird. Like I should be vair happy but instead I'm feeling kinda miz.
After the Libby incident Dave tried to carry on like normal but I could tell there was something up with him. He snogged me for a bit more (only number 4) then said he had to get off to see his family.
What did I say? Weird.
Why do I feel bad for not telling Dave the truth? That would only make things bad between us. Mucho bad. And I don't want mucho bad I want sehr sehr happiness with snogs on top like we have now.
It all makes sense in my head.
Unless that's where I've gone wrong?...
Monday December 12th
Only five days left of Stalag 14 before we break up for Crimbo and have lots of free time to shop and snog! Woops galore!
Tuesday December 13th
9.00pm
Stupid bloody 13th day!!
I am not superstitious or any of that voley crap but today has gone from the valley of the merde to the black hole of the dommage.
It was the final dress rehearsal of Rom and Jule before opening night which is tomorrow. Anyway all was going swimmingly - well as swimmingly as a day can go when you have to avoid your ex-mates and octopus-type creatures and are followed around by a leechy P. Green – but then after the rehearsal Jas and Rosie can up to me.
I thought maybe they were going to apologise because Robbie said he would talk to them and explain matters but they looked full of angriness. Kinda like Vati after he's just finished playing footy with the lads. Or falling over his portly tire in his case.
I started to feel vair nervy b-ish because we were on our own and Rosie did look as though she might give me a bit of a duffing up.
I could take Jas – just aim for the fringe. But Rosie and her Viking business was out of my league.
2 seconds later
Luckily it didn't come to that.
Instead Jas said, (still in frown land this is) "Georgia leave Robbie alone."
What?!
I said "What?!"
Jas said, "Stop bothering him and telling him to come and speak to us. If you want to apologise you should do it yourself."
Excuse me?!
"What?!" I said again, "Me and Robbie are mates Jas! MATES! And I didn't ask him to come and speak to you he told me he was going to because he knew that I hadn't done anything wrong unlike you two and the rest of the Un-Ace Gang who are ignoring me for no good reason."
After I said that Rosie growled. No kidding, she actually growled. Jas sort of put her arm across to stop her charging or some lark like that. She really is a Viking.
Jas said, "Georgia you know full well why we are staying away from you."
Do I?
She continued, "We are not getting messed up in your twisted relationship with Dave." Twisted? "I can't believe you're still lying to him and frankly it's disgraceful even for you."
Even for me? What a charmer the voley one is.
"You'd better tell him the truth Georgia," Jas said with a bit of fringe flicking. Shut up fringey. "Or not only will you not have any mates, you won't have a boyfriend either."
1 second later
After she said that her and Rosie marched out. I'm pretty sure I heard Rosie growl again as well.
Freaky potatoes right?
I think Jazzy Spazzy needs to get off her high horse she's starting to sound like Wet Lindsey. Vole or an octopus? Either way you've basically lost.
5 minutes later
So why after being ambushed by Jas and Rosie do I not feel vair vair angry but rather tres tres miz?
I told Dave I had to rush off and even blubbed a bit when I got home. What's wrong with me?
It's like I know I should be macho-angry at the Ace Gang but all I can think about is how I miss them.
I miss Jas and Rosie and Ellen and Jools and Mabs. I even miss Sven a teeny bit. And I miss the Viking dances and Rosie's pipe and talking about the snogging scale. I think I might even miss Jas's fringe. But then again I may have hit my head before...
1 minute later
I wish I had someone to talk to.
But I can't call Dave about this stuff can I? Mostly because we've fallen out because of him.
Well not because of him, because of me. But about him.
I'm tired.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Wednesday December 14th
5.00pm
Opening night of Rom and Jule.
I officially have no life. I've been at Stalag 14 since quarter to 9 and can't leave till like half 8!!
Miss Wilson made us stay on after school to help "prepare".
It's bloody insanity. All me and Dave have done is hide people's costumes and "decorate" various parts of back stage
1 second later
Actually it is quite fun.
But the point is I could be home snoozing.
Or snogging.
2 seconds later
On a brighter note (ish) I've managed to avoid any more encounters with the Voley and Viking Ones.
Not that Jas notices anyone but herself right now. She's in the "Juliet" mindset or some crapola thing. Though it must be a good break for her to get out her own rambling head. I don't know how she copes.
Several hours of boredom later
Oh laaa de daaa de daaa opening night over and done with.
Miss Wilson made us stay an EXTRA ten minutes to congratulate our valiant efforts. I think she still thought we were in the time of the play. Seriously, who uses the word valiant anymore?
I'll tell you who: no one.
5 minutes later
All snugly snug in bed.
Dave walked me home again but I didn't have to come up with an excuse for not letting him in my house of loons because he had to rush off to go to some hospital appointment or something.
Who has a hospital appointment at 9?
1 second later
Dave, that's who.
2 seconds later
I wonder what it was about?
I'm sure it wasn't important anyway.
Friday December 16th
5.30pm
Last day of Stalag 14 over and done with before Xmas!
Now just got another play to get through.
Why couldn't we just have done it once? Why three times?!
Well actually I've done it no times as I'm not actually in the play as such but you get my nub and gist.
6.00pm
First scene has just started.
Woop-de-doodle-do. Not.
I'm bored already.
Where's Dave?
5 minutes later
Found him.
He was in the costume cupboard... I won't even ask.
Luckily he came out wearing his normal stuff and wasn't being his "sister" again. Although that was vair amusant...
"Hey Dave!" I said cheerfully. Too cheerfully. What is wrong with me? I should be in a clinical state of depression I am basically at a Rom and Jule play for crying out loud!
"Hi Georgia," Dave said quietly.
Ouchy he doesn't look too good.
"You ok?" I asked in a kind way because I am such a kind person.
"Yeah I'm fine."
He's lying. Why's he lying? He's clearly not ok.
5 minutes later
Dave keeps rubbing his head.
I bet he has an itch. That's the worst.
25 minutes later
Okay this is vair freaky bananas. Dave keeps looking at me randomly during the play. And yet he won't come and stand next to me. What's with that?
I should go over to him.
No. I have way more glaciosity than that.
30 seconds later
Went over to Dave.
"You bored beyond the valley of boredom like me?" I said.
"Be right back, I need the loo."
What did I ask?
10 minutes later
Ok something really strange just happened. And I mean really strange.
The Voley couple were up to the part in the play with the line;
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun."
Anyway when Dave heard that load of crap he suddenly like perked up. It was vair weird. Like a lightbulb went off or something.
Not literally that's just stupid. But he kinda like jerked awake from a trance he's been in all night.
Maybe now he will finally talk to me and we can get in some much needed snogging.
I think I have snogging withdrawal already but that is the tradgiosity of my life.
9.15pm
Walking home on my own.
In the pouring rain.
And I mean pouring rain. It's not even the light rain that gets you soaked, it's actually the full on pelt-me-silly rain I'm going to drown you rain.
I wonder who annoyed Big G?
1 second later
Just in case you were wondering, and I'm sure you were, Dave is not with me like normal because after rehearsals he legged it away as quick as a quick thing.
Vair rude if you ask me. I had to wait and endure Miss Wilson's final speech. What larks that was. Not.
10 minutes later
I think water has frozen in my shoes. I can no longer feel my toes. Ow.
1 second later
What in the name of pantyhose?
Someone is marching up and down the street outside my house. Scary bananas! I hope it's not...
Oh panic over its only Dave!
So that's why he ran off! He wanted to surprise me at my house. Awww! How sweet.
4 seconds later
Uh-oh he doesn't look too happy. In fact he looks sehr sehr angry.
But he does look gorgey porgy with wet hair. Yummy scrumboes.
10 seconds later
Dave saw me and his frown got worse. Ouchy. Or is he blubbing? No, it's just rain. Just rain just rain just rain.
He walked up to me and stopped really close. Hmm, maybe he's just angry because of lack of snogging like me? That's understandable.
I leaned up on my tip toes to start the snogging but then this weird thing happened. Dave put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the ground again.
He was not gentle either. Ow bloody ow. What was that for?
2 seconds later
I think Dave has realised that he hurt me because he removed his hands vair quick from my shoulders.
"Georgia," he said. It was really quiet but really forceful at the same time. Scary potatoes. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Oh merde merde merde. I can't feel my legs. And not in a good jelloidy way.
I stayed silent. It's not what I think. I'm just assuming the worst. It's not it's not it's not.
1 second later
"Georgia why didn't you tell me anything?" Dave said a lot louder this time. And it came out like a growl.
Oh Christ on Bike he knows! He knows everything!
What do I do?! What should I say?!
1 second later
Dave said again, even louder, "How could you not tell me anything about us?!"
I said without thinking, or shouted rather, "How could you not remember me?!"
Oh crap. Why did I say that?
Dave looks a bit stumped. And not in the tree rooty way.
He opened his mouth to speak, "Not remember you?! I was in a bloody car crash Georgia! Don't you dare try and turn with on me!"
Oh no, he's definitely blubbing now. And so am I. Proper tears. Tears that just keep on streaming out like that night I found out he was in a car crash.
"You remembered Tom and and your parents and-"
Dave cut me off, "I knew them before! I didn't choose what I remembered or not! But you chose not to tell me when you should have!"
"I... I didn't want you to know..."
"You didn't want me to know what?!" Dave shouted in the rain, "That you used me as a red-herring? That you continually cheated on people with me? That you may have used me? Because believe me Georgia, me thinking any of that stuff about you is a lot better than what I'm thinking of you now!"
I'm blubbing too much. I need to get away. Why can't I get away? My legs are stuck to the ground. And my blubbing eyes are stuck to Dave's.
"I thought it was for the best..." I mumbled, "How can you not understand?"
Dave's eyes widened and I'm sure I saw more tears spill out.
"How can I not understand?" He yelled. "How can you not tell me I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU!"
What?! Dave was in love with me?! In love with me...
Wow, my first story completed!! Thanks to all my amazing reviewers I shall be leaving an author's note at some point to thank you all individually!
Also if you're interested in a sequel let me know in a comment, and also let me know what you think of this final chapter!
Was I mean? Or was it a good ending?
Oh and before I forget... here's a link to my deviantart page... be sure to check out all my gee nic related drawings! And the one saying "A Laugh is for Life, not just for Christmas" is possibly the title of the sequel... (??)
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