hazza: Lovie

hazza: Lovie

hazza: LOVIE

loveshackB-52: What?!? Is something wrong?

hazza: No.

hazza: Our band just got offered to got Hamburg.

loveshackB-52: Germany?

hazza: Yes. What other Hamburg is there?

hazza: I'm so excited.

hazza: This is a big deal.

hazza: Should I toss school and go?

loveshackB-52: Geo, I don't know.

loveshackB-52: That rhymed XD

hazza: Lovie, take this seriously.

loveshackB-52: I'm sorry!

loveshackB-52: Why are you asking me for advice? I suck at this kind of thing.

hazza: What would you do?

loveshackB-52: School is kind of important . . .

loveshackB-52: Would you get recognized if you went?

hazza: I don't know.

hazza: But do you think it's a good idea?

loveshackB-52: George, I've heard Hamburg can be a little rough.

hazza: I know.

loveshackB-52: Drugs and . . .

hazza: Is that what you're worried about?

hazza: That I'll cheat on you with a prostitute?!?

hazza: Lovie, we've talked for the past year and a half. Don't you know me?

loveshackB-52: No, no, I'm not bothered.

hazza: I think you are.

loveshackB-52: If it helps your band, go.

hazza: I'm a senior in high school this year, maybe I should just wait until I graduate.

loveshackB-52: Don't do that! You don't know if this will come up again.

hazza: If I go, I promise I won't do anything you're worried about.

loveshackB-52: Will you still be able to talk to me?

hazza: Probably not as frequently, but don't worry. I'll message every so often.

loveshackB-52: Okay.

hazza: I feel like you're more bothered than you're letting on. Are you?

Lovie couldn't bring herself to answer his message.

* * *

loveshackB-52: Jess, George is going to Hamburg.

moves_like_jagger: Oh, yay, maybe he can come visit me.

loveshackB-52: Be serious.

moves_like_jagger: About what?

loveshackB-52: Is it bad there?

moves_like_jagger: I can't help but feel offended that you would think I live in a dump.

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

loveshackB-52: I was just asking if there were some parts of the city that are . . .

moves_like_jagger: Yeah.

moves_like_jagger: Lovie, if he really loves you, he won't do anything like that.

loveshackB-52: I know, but I'm worried.

moves_like_jagger: I can understand.

moves_like_jagger: I mean he's a sixteen-year-old boy.

loveshackB-52: He's seventeen -_-

loveshackB-52: When are you going to get his age right?

moves_like_jagger: You know how they are.

moves_like_jagger: All those hormones.

moves_like_jagger: Yeah, I'd be really concerned if I were you.

loveshackB-52: You always make me feel so much better, Jess.

moves_like_jagger: I know.

moves_like_jagger: What are best friends for?

loveshackB-52: I just hope he doesn't do anything bad.

moves_like_jagger: He probably won't.

loveshackB-52: I don't think he will, either, but I'm just worried.

moves_like_jagger: I know, I know. The worried girlfriend.

moves_like_jagger: Now, to lift your spirits, let's fangirl over Mick Jagger.

loveshackB-52: You can fangirl of him.

loveshackB-52: He's not my type.

moves_like_jagger: *gasps*

moves_like_jagger: Lovie, how could you?

loveshackB-52: He's hideous, Jess!

moves_like_jagger: No, he's not!

moves_like_jagger: How do you know George isn't hideous?

moves_like_jagger: Would you still love him?

loveshackB-52: Of course. He's the sweetest guy I've ever seen.

moves_like_jagger: Now you see why I like Mick.

loveshackB-52: I wouldn't define Mick Jagger as "sweet."

moves_like_jagger: Why can't we ever agree?

loveshackB-52: Because your taste in guys is horrendous.

moves_like_jagger: I'm glad I cheered you up.

loveshackB-52: Thanks, Jess.

moves_like_jagger: No problem :)