130A/N: Sequel to 'You're the PANTS that I want'. Not necessary to have read the first to read this one, but recommended as mentions will be made towards it.
You're the PANTS that I want.
Georgia and Dave, after great difficulty, finally managed to get together and become a very happy couple. However their happiness was short lived and their relationship did not survive very long at all. Dave decided it was too hard to trust Georgia and the pair decided it best to break up – after all, what's the use of a relationship without trust?
Ahoy there PANTS!
Georgia, now nineteen, returns home after having left for college two years ago. It's the first time she's returned back since she left.
Just so you know... Libby is around eight in this.
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Ahoy there PANTS!
One
JULY
Saturday
10.30 am
Up at the crack of 10.30. Far too early in my opinion. Even if it is the day I return home.
I'm pretty excited actually. I mean, I'll miss the college gang, a lot, but I'm looking forward to seeing the original Ace Gang, as well as my family, especially Libby.
I haven't seen them in a while, I hear Libs has become quite the handful. She must take after me. My little protegee!
11.00
'You'll phone, right?' Reb demanded as I said goodbye to the college lot. I laughed and nodded at the blonde. I'm sure she was almost at the Nervy B stage. 'Promise,' she continued. 'If you don't I'll duff you up!'
'Calm down, you lessie!' I laughed. 'Of course I'll phone. Everyday.'
'Everyday?' Mark repeated blankly. 'Honestly, you girls and phones, I'll never understand it.'
'I don't think we're meant to, mate,' Joe chuckled, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. Reb, Alice, Mark, Joe and Steve have been like family to me since I arrived at college. They remind me so much of the Ace Gang back home (except the fact that the original Ace Gang were all girls – I'm not sure they would appreciate the comparisons).
Reb is Jas, except a newer model. She's what a best friend should be, without the stupid, annoying fringe, and nature loving.
Alice is Roro, without Sven and a Viking fetish. Speaking of Rosie and Sven, the wedding is coming up. As soon as Rosie turns nineteen (which is vair soon) it will be Viking wedding galore! Of course, as the most amazing one (and leader) of the gang, I shall be the maid of honour. But back to Alice; she looks quiet but I learnt the hard way otherwise.
Mark would be Ellen, if he were a girl, and a total dither spaz – which he is not, though that's hardly the point.
Joe would be Mabs, the all round good egg. There for a chat when needed, and provider of an insight into the crazy male mind, because baby J only knows, we need one.
Steve... Steve's not really Jools, although I suppose the comparison can be made. No, Steve's more like Dave the laugh, which is probably what attracted me to him. He's definitely the most groovy looking out of all the college boys, and believe you me, there was a lot of groovy looking guys.
'As your official, self proclaimed mistress, I am disgusted that you would even consider leaving. Saying that, I suppose you have a lot of amigo's to return to. So, as I hate goodbye's, give us a snog and be gone!' Alice declared. I looked at her in surprise, she looked completely serious! Seeing my face, a large grin spread across her freckled face.
'You lessie!' I laughed, hugging her.
'S'not my fault,' she chuckled. 'I simply can't resist you, Gee!' I rolled my eyes and pushed her away from me. 'I can't decide whether it's your gigantic conk, or those amazing nunga-nungas!'
'Definitely the nunga-nungas!' a new voice chimed in from behind. I smiled – sucking in my nose – and turned to fling myself in Steve's arms. He seemed slightly taken back, but then smiled – phorr! 'Alright, Gee! I'll miss you too!' And then he snogged me (number 6!) right in front of the gang. A small part (a VERY small part) of me was screaming to pull away. We had agreed that it was best to end it. I was returning home, he was going to Hamburger-a-go-go-Land, it wouldn't work.
Another part – the louder and more dominant part – was screaming that I shouldn't care. He is such a good kisser, and he lip nibbles!
'Some of us would like to keep our breakfast,' Joe smirked, breaking the two of us up. Alice duffed his arm up playfully.
'Sorry,' I grinned, untangling myself from the gorgey-ness that is Steve.
'Is it my turn now?' Joe asked, winking at me. It was my turn to duff him in the arm. 'I was talking to Steve,' he protested with a grin.
I rolled my eyes. Honestly, if I keep it up, my eyes are going to be in constant roll mode. They may never stop.
Suddenly I was sniffing, trying to bite back tears.
'I suppose this is goodbye,' I mumbled.
'Not for good,' Reb assured me.
'Of course not,' Mark agreed.
'Good. We'll have to meet up. I love you guys!'
6 mins later
Surly there's a world record for how long a group hug can last?
11.00 pm
Yawn.
I must be nearly home now.
I hope Mutti and Vati have not moved house. That would be so typical. I could just imagine opening the front door to find the Adam's family or some other group of nutcases in the front room.
Wait, that would be them then.
I can't belive I'm willingly choosing to return back to the mad house.
I suppose it'll be a nice break from the crazyness of college.
10 mins later
I know where I am! I don't think I've ever felt to relieved to recognise something in my entire life!
1 min later
I do hate driving when I'm tired.
The novelty of being able to drive wore off very quickly. Still, it should be a pleasant surprise to Mutti and Vati. I didn't tell them in case they insisted on me driving down each weekend to visit.
4 mins later
And I'm... wait for it... home!
I wonder if there'll be any food in the house?
I quite fancy some Jammy Dodgers.
Wait... of course there wont be any bloody food! This is home I'm talking about!
1 min later
I'm rather nervous now. Should I knock? Or just walk in?
I didn't tell them I was coming up today – that would have ruined the surprise.
In fact, I think I told them I was coming home next week.
Oops?
30 secs later
To knock or not to knock, that is the question.
2 mins later
Aha! I've got the perfect idea!
As I have been away for over two years I'm sure the olds have missed me doing this. I think they'll appreciate this.
30 secs later
Deep breath.
And open the door.
'Hello Georgia darling! Welcome home! Did you have fun? Come and sit down, I shall make you a lovely beef stew!' I shouted as I walked into the house.
Vati walked into the hall wearing far less than he should ever wear in front of his nineteen year old daughter. I think he's put on some weight. But he still has his pet badger on the end of his chin.
Good days.
'Close the bloody door,' he groaned, before walking into the kitchen.
Huh?
I blinked like a blinky thing that blinks.
Did I miss something?
Shouldn't he be ecstatic to see his oldest daughter home safe and sound?
30 secs later
Hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha.
Vati just backtracked, looked at me, blinked and then shouted to Mutti that their fabulous eldest daughter has just walked into the house.
Mutti rushed down the stairs in see through pyjamas – nothing's changed there then.
'Georgia! Oh! My little girl has come home! Bob, oh Bob, isn't this fantastic?!' Mutti gushed as she hugged me.
Sigh.
Strangely enough, it's good to be home.