"Lovie, who is this 'hazza' person and why are they in your emails?" came the suspicious voice of her mother.

      Lovie's eyes opened quickly. She had been sleeping. Her heart rate picked up and she tried as calmly as possible to meet the intent gaze of her mother.

      "Say what?" she said. She figured that was the safest thing to say.

      "I came in here to see if you were awake and your phone lit up— "

      "You've been snooping on my phone?" Lovie cried. "Mom!"

       "So you are talking to someone on this writing app, whatever it's called," her mother said.

      "It's called Wattpad," Lovie said.

      "I don't care what it's called," her mother said, planting her hands on her hips. "You better start answering my questions, young lady."

* * *

"Huh," George said, taking a break from his guitar to look at his phone. That was strange. It had been at least twelve hours and Lovie still hadn't replied to his message. Maybe she had something going on. It was Saturday, after all.

      "What are you 'huh-ing' about?" Paul asked, looking up from his guitar. He and John were sitting across from each other. They did that because it was like looking into a mirror, Paul being left-handed and John being right.

      "Lovie hasn't replied," George said.

      "It's the end of the world!" John yelled loud enough for Mimi to hear from outside. It was only a few more moments later before Mimi came in from pulling weeds in her flower garden and told John to be quiet.

      "Maybe she decided that you were as much of a drag as she thought," John teased once Mary had gone back outside.

      "Lovie doesn't think that," George objected.

      "How do you know?" John asked.

      "I just . . . know," George said, not being able to think of anything witty to say back.

      "Why aren't you saying anything, Paul?" John asked, turning to his friend, who was currently ignoring them both.

      "Because hearing you two banter isn't worth my attention," Paul said, playing a few notes of the guitar.

      "Oh!" John said, doing the full body jerk in his chair. "Paul McSassy!"

      "Shut up."

      "I think it's fitting, don't you, Geo?" John said, putting his hand on his chin and looking at George.

      "Yeah, fits you perfectly, Paul," George said with a crooked grin.

      Paul shot him a glare.

* * *

"Please, mom, don't ban me," Lovie begged as her parents went through all the messages that she and George had sent to each other. "He's the best thing that's ever happened to me!"

      "You don't even know him!" her mom objected.

      "But I love him!" Lovie blurted.

      Her dad snorted.

      "You don't understand!" she said, tears welling in her eyes. "He's sweet and he's kind and he's funny."

      "He could be a fifty-year-old pervert," her mom said, still scrolling through messages.

      "I don't know," her dad said, peering over his wife's shoulder. "It doesn't look like he's said anything pervert-y. He seems pretty innocent to me."

      Lovie's mom gave her husband a look of betrayal. "You're on her side?"

      "Lovie said you can't send pictures through this app and they seem like they're acting pretty innocent."

      "Really?" her mom said incredulously.

      "I'd let her keep it."

      There were a few more minutes of arguing before Lovie got her phone back and she was told she could stay on Wattpad, as long as she didn't start "sexting" with George. She promised she wouldn't and she ran back to her room to see what the message was that George had sent her.

hazza: How are you?

loveshackB-52: I almost got banned from Wattpad. How about you?

* * *

Finally! he thought, seeing that Lovie had replied.

hazza: I'm fine.

hazza: That's not good. What happened?

loveshackB-52: My mom saw that I was messaging you and almost kicked me off permanently.

hazza: I'm glad that didn't happen.

loveshackB-52: Yeah, me too.

loveshackB-52: How's the band doing?

hazza: We've got a gig tonight and we're really excited.

loveshackB-52: That's great! Where at?

hazza: It's at a place that only does jazz and we're a rock and roll band.

loveshackB-52: How's that going to work out?

hazza: I don't know.

hazza: We'll probably get kicked out of the place.

loveshackB-52: That could be funny.

hazza: I see how you are.

loveshackB-52: I didn't mean it like that!

loveshackB-52: You know what I meant!

hazza: Yeah, but I like to see you get flustered.

loveshackB-52: I just got done telling my parents how sweet you are, so don't push your luck.

hazza: You told them that I was sweet?!?

hazza: How do you get that notion?

loveshackB-52: Because you are.

hazza: I beg to differ.

loveshackB-52: Whatever, Geo.

* * *

Lovie wondered if she should tell him that she'd also told her parents that she loved him. What if he didn't feel that way? Should she go for it? Maybe she should talk to Jess about it first.

loveshackB-52: Hey, Jess, I have a quick question: Should I tell George I love him?

moves_like_jagger: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

moves_like_jagger: Slow down, cowgirl.

moves_like_jagger: Isn't this a little too soon for that?

loveshackB-52: We've been talking for the last six months.

moves_like_jagger: You have to keep in mind he's only fifteen.

loveshackB-52: Sixteen. He just turned sixteen in February.

moves_like_jagger: Whatever.

moves_like_jagger: You're both still really young and you've never met!

loveshackB-52: Please tell me what you think I should do!

moves_like_jagger: I don't know.

loveshackB-52: If you were in my shoes, what would you do?

loveshackB-52: Come on, tell me, Jess.

moves_like_jagger: If you really feel that way and aren't afraid of him getting scared and never talking to you again, I'd go for it.

loveshackB-52: You're making it sound unappealing.

moves_like_jagger: He's a teenage boy! Don't you know how fickle they are? They can get scared off by just little things.

loveshackB-52: I'm going for it.

moves_like_jagger: Good luck, Lovie.

* * *

loveshackB-52: I had something else I'd like to tell you, Geo.

hazza: Oh? What is it?

loveshackB-52: I think I love you.

hazza: "You think"?

loveshackB-52: Well, I don't know. I've never loved anyone like this before.

hazza: Neither have I.

loveshackB-52: Are you saying you love me too?

hazza: Yes.

Tell me what you think, guys! I really appreciate feedback! Also, things will start moving quicker now. They'll probably be in Hamburg in a few chapters or so.