A/N: I am sooo sorry! I should have updated ages ago! I am useless, I know! I had a hard time writing this, as is probably very evident. In the end I used 'You're the PANTS that I want' to help me – boy does this sequel suck compared to that!

I decided against the epilogue – sorry! This is the final chapter. The epilogue was going to be a few months later, but there would be no point to it, and I have no idea what I could write anyway.

Thank you so much to all of you who stuck with me through this fic - which took me ages to write because I lost my motive for it not long after starting. Thanks to all reviews, and people who faved and alerted. You guys are tops! I wish I could have written a better sequel for you, but at least I've finally finished it. Maybe one day I will write another Georgia Nicolson fic (nothing to do with this one though) but no promises. Depends on my mood and such.

Anyway, much love! You guys have been fab! x

Ahoy there PANTS!

Eighteen

Sunday

10.30

Operation revenge time

'So, mon pally, what's the plan?' Rosie asks eagerly down the phone. Baby J only knows why she is calling me on her honeymoon, but then, this is Rosie we're talking about.

'I'm not sure, I'm meeting up with Dave in a bit, I'm sure he'll come up with something fab!'

'I wish I could be there for it,' Roro says longingly.

Le gasp!

'You're on your honeymoon!'

'I know,' Rosie says cheerfully. 'It's great! Still, it's a shame I'm going to miss such fabulous revenge! I still think you should wait till me and Sven get back!'

'Sven would actually be marvy,' I laugh, imagining Sven helping in my revenge against Hollie. I don't think Hollie would see him coming; Sven is the most unexpected person in the world.

'Indeed!' Rosie laughs. 'You must fill me in on everything when I get back. Oh, by the way! I'm going to get you all fabnosityfull gifts. You'll love them!'

'Cant wait,' I say, just as a loud knock sounds on the door. Before I can walk over to it, the letter box opened.

'Kitty kat, kitty kat, let me in, or I'll huff and I'll puff!'

'Ooer, I should let you go,' Rosie says. 'Your Dave God has landed.'

'Come in Dave!' I yelled. 'Okay, have a great honeymoon,' I tell Rosie as the door opened and Dave lets himself in.

'Is that Rosie?' Dave asks. 'Hey Rosie! Hope you and Sveny-kins are having a horn blowing good time!'

'Ooer!' Rosie and I say at exactly the same time.

'HORN!' I hear Sven yell down the line. 'Okay, tatty bye Gee Gee, speak soon, and have a marvy time revenging! Don't forget to wear your beard!'

With another yell of Horn, and some giggling, the line goes dead.

'Finally got you to myself, eh?' Dave smirks, as I put down the phone.

'You only just got here,' I point out, not that I am complaining when Dave wraps his arms around my waist and plants a soft kiss on my lips. Phorr! He really is a Dave God. I can't believe how lucky I am.

Vair vair lucky!

With knobs on (Ooer!)!

'So kitty, what's first? Snogging or revenge?'

Oh Giddy God. Both sound doubly tempting.

Couldn't we do both? Surely Hollie watching us snog would be revenge enough? But then again, Hollie doesn't deserve the privilege of watching us snog. Not that I'd actually want her to anyway. That would be weird.

And slightly disturbing.

'So where's your Mutti?'

'Don't tell me you came round to chat up my Mutti?' I demand, trying (and failing) to wriggle free from Dave.

'Don't be a prat with wings,' he laughs. 'I'm wondering where your Vati is too, and Libs for that matter.'

'I think Libby wants to marry you,' I say absently, giving up on trying to escape Dave. Oui, I have little will power, so sue me!

'Ah well, I shall have to take her on a date and see how it goes.'

Oh hells biscuits! If Dave starts to date my baby sister I will actually commit suicide. Or date spotty Norman; I can't decide which is worse.

30 secs later

Blimey.

I must have lost my mind! I can't decide what's worse between Spotty Norman and death??! Jools would be so disappointed.

10 secs later

Blimey O'Reillys trousers! What is wrong with me?

5 secs later

'What is wrong with you?'

Get out of my thoughts Dave!

'Huh?'

'I lost you for a moment,' he grins. 'I thought you'd died.'

'If only,' I mumble, shaking all disturbing images of spotty Norm from my mind. Actually though, I hear Norm's quite good looking these days. I think Mabs told me… then again, could have been Jools.

It wasn't Mrs Fringe, that's for sure.

10 secs later

Speaking of Mrs Fringe, where is she in my hour of need? She should be here to help me plot my revenge. I honestly don't know what I can do to Hollie. I like to think I'm not a cruel person, but she deservers some form of revenge.

'So, miss kitty kat, have you an answer?' Dave asks playfully. 'Snogs or revenge?'

'Both?' I ask hopefully. Dave laughs.

'You haven't planned any revenge, have you?'

'…Not exactly, no.'

'That won't do,' he grins. 'After all, Hollie did try to tear us apart.'

'Yes, but…'

'And then she lied and said we were showing together,' Dave continues, smirk still in place. Damn him and his distractions. I just want some lip nibbling action!

'Plus, she's jealous of you nunga nungas,' Dave added.

'What?!' huh? That was random.

'Just checking that you were listening. Probably true though.'

I laugh and take Dave's hand (I don't mean I take it from him, you fool! That would be strange!).

'Maybe I should drop the revenge?' I ask, feeling oddly grown up (gasp!). 'I've already won, right? I have you, she doesn't.'

'That's true,' Dave smirks, squeezing my hand and leaning in to plant a quick peck on my lips. 'You really don't have any idea what to do, do you?'

'None what so ever,' I sigh sadly, and I was so looking forward to revenge as well!

'And you're really okay with letting Hollie get away with it?' Dave asks. I shrug, not really sure on the answer.

Yes, Hollie needs to die horribly (not really die, I'm not that cruel!) for being such a bitch. Though, by taking revenge, wouldn't that sink me to her level?

Oh my giddy God! Please don't tell me I'm doing the honourable thing and being grown up about this?!

This is Hollie!

Hollie!

Ugh!

Dave walks over to the phone and picks it up.

'What are you doing?' I ask. Instead of answering, Dave dials in a number and holds the phone out to me. I hesitate for a second before picking accepting it.

Blimey O'Reillys trousers! It's ringing!

But who is it ringing??!

'Hello?' someone answers. I recognise the voice as Hollie's!

I shoot Dave a glare – the git.

'Hello?' Hollie repeats.

'Ah yes, bonjourno!' I greet, feeling like an idiot.

'Georgia?' Hollie asks, a scowl in her voice.

'Oui. Dave just called you and handed me the phone,' I explain.

'You're with Dave?!' she sounds horrified.

'I am,' I agree. 'We are official snog partners. I just wanted you to know so you don't make a fool of yourself trying it on with him again, when he's clearly not interested.'

'Who are you to say that?' Hollie demands angrily. 'I'll have you know that until you came into the picture we were happy.'

'Not true,' I argue. 'Hadn't you already broken up before I returned?' Dave nods in confirmation.

'We were on a break!' Hollie argues. 'We would have got back together if you…!' Oh marvy, I think she's about to have a nervy B! Her voice is cracking, I think she's about to cry!

'I'm sorry Hollie,' I say, surprising myself. 'But hey, you'll find someone else, right? Just leave Dave alone though, okay?'

'I won't do anything vicious to try and break you up,' Hollie says. 'But I won't give up either.'

'Agreed,' I sigh, knowing it's the best offer I'll get. 'Goodbye Hollie, and good luck.'

She hangs up without responding.

'What did you agree on?' Dave asks curiously, wrapping his arms around me again and kissing my cheek.

'We're going to share you,' I tease. 'She has you weekends.'

'Absolutely not,' Dave says softly. 'I'm yours day and night, for the rest of your life, kitty. After all, that's what a Hornmeister is for, right?'

'Right!' I agree, brining my lips to Dave's for a fabulous kiss.

I have my Hornmeister, and I am happy. What else do I need?

We may have had ups and downs in our relationship, but right now I'm fairly certain that we have overcome everything. I believe Dave when he says that he's here for the rest of my life; and even if things do change in the future, who cares?! That's the future, and right now I only want to live for the present, and my present is nothing without the Ace Gang and Dave.

This is the end of my diary. But rest assured, it is not the end of my adventures. I'm sure you'll hear more of my whacky life eventually, and even if you don't, it's been a pleasure amusing you, mon fab readers!

From me it's goodnight, goodbye and au revoir.

Now leave me in peace to snog Dave!