Hi!! I'm new to fanfics on this story. I didn't know you could do them!! I've just finished "stop in the name of pants!" and it is (obviously) full of coolosity and marviness. But I started this story a while ago, after I read "startled by his furry shorts..." so I decided to continue it! The updates may be a little delayed, because I'm also working on a Twilight fanfic. But I shall update as fast as I can... as long as I get reviewwws!! -puppy eyes- This is set just after Robbie has come back from kiwi-a-gogo and Masimo asked Gee out.

Red Bottom Fiasco

Saturday July 17th

12:00 p.m

I cannot bring myself to talk about the awful trouble my redbottomosity has got me into. So I am not going to mention it at all.

2 minutes later

In fact, I will never state the names Masimo or Robbie ever again.

5 seconds later

Nor shall I refer to people called the lurrrrve God, or the Sex God/ ex-Sex God.

Who are basically the same people.

Ommmmmmmmm

12:06 p.m

I am lying in my bed of confusinosity. Wondering 'why, why, why?!'

I have to speak to someone! I'd call RoRo or Jazzy, but I have too much pridenosity. And all this is stupid Jas' stupid fault anyway.

3 seconds later

And when I tried calling them earlier, RoRo was out with Sven (her mad, massive foreign boyfriend who comes from Svenland) and Jas was on a RAMBLE with her slug-kissing boyfriend.

Why does everyone have a proper boyfriend except me? I am going to grow up a mad misunderstood wreck (which wouldn't change much) with possible lezzie tendencies. Or I might join the church. Although I don't know if I believe in God, after all this!

30 seconds later

OhmygiddyGodspyjamas! I am a nervous wreck. I need a healthy, nutritious breakfast.

12:08pm

In the kitchen

Chocolate pop tarts and strawberry milk. Yummy scrumboes.

12:10 p.m

In the living room

"Oh, goodness Georgia! You look like you have just come out of a hedge, backwards!" Mutti says. She and Vati laugh stupidly. How sad and pathetico they are.

Normally, I would have snottily told them about the effects they have on my self-esteem, but today I cannot be bothered. That is right, I do not care. I could look like a hairy, yellow lurker and I wouldn't mind. That is how bad my life has got.

Vati is in a vest and boxer shorts (a sight for sore eyes) and has his head resting on Mum's nunga-nungas! It is so gross! Libby is in the nuddy pants (apart from a large silver pan on her head) and is running at me.

"HEGGO GINGEY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOOO YOOOOOU!!"

My dear, darling… bonkers sister Liberty is going through a phase where every day is Mutti, Vati, or my birthday, its vair vair annoying.

She is pulling the pan off and grinning her evil little smile… I know that look…

QUICK!

Running

I am now high tailing it back to my room, while she scampers along behind me.

NO! She will not get me!

12:30 p.m

In my (crowded) room

I am sitting on my bed with a few… how do I put it? Unwanted visitors.

Scuba-diving Barbie, Charlie horse, Pantalizer, Panda Punk, a piece of old carrot, our statue of lord Jesus Christ (A.K.A Sandra - how Bibs got him down from the top of my wardrobe I shall never know), Mrs Muddy Potato and more yucky things that Libby "lobes". Most of them strange, and all of them smelly.

Angus and cross-eyed Gordy are here too, and my sister has managed to get old party hats on them!

12:36 p.m

LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT AND LET ME OUT! I must meditate on my problem with THE LURRRRVE GOD AND THE EX-SEX GOD ON MY OWN!!

"Now Bibsy baby, today is NOT my birthday! it's Mutti's honey, you just got the wrong day! Now go downstairs with all your friends and say happy birthday to Mummy!"

I am pleading, on the brink of madness and bonkerosity.

Libby is looking freakishly happy:

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ok Gingey, I will go see Mummeeeee!"

YES!

"Darling that's right, good girl. Pack up all of your lovely chums." I say.

Bibsy is gathering up all her beloved toys. Thank God.

Ten seconds later.

Ohhhh no! Angus is not making any effort to move. I wonder whether she'll be able to herd HIM out of my room.

12:45 p.m

No, Angus is not moving and if Angus doesn't go, there will be no hope of me ever getting some peace and quiet.

It works like this:

ANGUS NOT MOVING EQUALS GORDY NOT MOVING

GORDY/ANGUS NOT MOVING EQUALS LIBBY NOT MOVING

LIBBY NOT MOVING EQUALS LIBBY'S 'FWENDS' NOT MOVING.

ALL OF THIS EQUALS ME GOING BALLISTICIUMS

Shut up, brain! Shut up!

12:46

On my own! (at last)

Kitty problem has been resolved.

With a marv strike of genius, I hooked my foot around Angus and kicked, hard. So hard my foot hurt!

Angus went flying off the bed and landed lightly on the floor. For a full minute he glared at me with his crazy eyes, before spitting at me and then running out of the room. Yowling very loudly. But I know it didn't hurt him. Nothing can hurt supercat!

And just like that, Gordy ran after him, biffing me with his tail as he went. Then Libby looked into my eyes and spat at me too! Then she ran out on her hands and knees, biffing her 'fwends' along in front of her with her chin.

FEW!

Now I can just relax and tone and melt into my bed.

12:47 p.m

Fat chance of that happening in a million years, someone's at the door!

Mutti and Vati are too mildly deaf with Libby's new version of 'Happy Birthday' to hear it.

So, I suppose I have to drag myself out of my nice… comfy… warm… bed of confusinosity to answer it.

Should I?

20 seconds later

Nah, I can't be bothered going down all those stairs. I am in too much confusinosity pain. I'll just peek out the window, and see who it is.

Ten to 1

OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmygiddyGodspyjamas!! NOOOOOO! This can't be happening! Oh God oh God oh-!

Wait? When did I start believing in God again?

Oh well! OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!

I am going to dare another peak, in case this is a dream…

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