hazza started following you.

      Out of curiosity, she clicked on the profile, having never heard of this hazza. The profile picture was of a huge sunflower and the background was a garden. Into gardening, are we? Lovie thought with a slight smirk. The bio said:

I like music, guitars, ukuleles, gardening, "Monty Python," Formula One racing, and a lot of other rubbish.

I'm a vegetarian! Animals are my friends and I don't eat my friends.

My stories are mostly about things no one cares about, but if you like it, good for you!

      Aw, that's cute, she thought and started to scroll through hazza's works. Whoever it was had written a lot about music and "Monty Python" fanfiction. God, there were ten stories about it! Lovie supposed he had followed her because of his interest in ukes. She had mentioned before that she knew how to play them.

      She clicked on the 'follow' button and went about what she was doing for the rest of her day.

* * *

hazza: John, I've just found the girl of my dreams.

givepeasachanceman: Brigitte Bardot?

hazza: No, you like Bardot.

hazza: I found someone who likes classic rock and she says she plays ukulele! :)

givepeasachanceman: How do you know this person is a "she" and not a fifty-year-old creep who poses as a teenage girl?

hazza: She acts like a teenage girl.

givepeasachanceman: That doesn't say anything! There are some people out there who are really good at faking it!

hazza: Well, I followed her.

givepeasachanceman: You just don't go about following just anybody, George. You have to be choosy and pick wisely.

hazza: This is why you have zero followers.

givepeasachanceman: If I wait, they'll come to me.

hazza: You have to be following a few people if you want someone to find you easier!

givepeasachanceman: You're the one that's going around following fifty-year-old weirdos.

hazza: Do you think I should message her?

givepeasachanceman: No.

hazza: Why not?

givepeasachanceman: Let "her" come to you.

hazza: Stop putting quotations marks around 'her.'

givepeasachanceman: You just did it too!

hazza: No, those are apostrophes. Didn't you pay attention in English?

givepeasachanceman: No.

hazza: Of course -_-

hazza: I'm messaging her.

givepeasachanceman: Whatever you do don't give "her" your address.

hazza: Why would I do that?

givepeasachanceman: You tend to trust people too much.

hazza: Ah, like how I trust you too much?

givepeasachanceman: There's a difference between knowing someone and trusting them and not knowing them and trusting them, Geo.

hazza: Leaving now!

givepeasachanceman: "She" could be a crazy axe murderer!

* * *

Lovie was just about to log out when it said that she had a message from someone. No one ever messaged her. She clicked on her messages to see who it was.

hazza: I really like your classic rock book!

loveshackB-52: Oh, thanks!

haze: It's really funny! Where do you find that stuff?

loveshackB-52: Some of it I find on Tumblr and Instagram.

hazza: You like the B-52's, don't you?

loveshackB-52: ☺️ How did you guess?

hazza: I like their music too. They're gear.

loveshackB-52: Gear?

hazza: Yeah, it means 'cool' or 'awesome.'

loveshackB-52: Where are you from?

hazza: Um . . . England.

loveshackB-52: Is that a common phrase in England?

hazza: I guess so. My friends and I say it all the time.

hazza: Where are you from?

loveshackB-52: Hawaii.

hazza: Ah, very pretty.

hazza: I mean, Hawaii is very pretty.

* * *

George sat back from the computer, biting his lip, heart beating quickly. Hopefully she didn't take that wrong. He was just an idiot! He hoped she didn't think he was telling her she was pretty. He probably looked like a creep to her. It took her a while to respond, about ten minutes, and those ten minutes almost killed him.

loveshackB-52: Nah, it's not that pretty ;)

      Did she just wink at him?

hazza: I went there a year or so ago and I thought it was.

hazza: *pretty.

      Why was he freaking out about everything? She was probably laughing at him.

hazza: Which island are you from?

loveshackB-52: Oahu.

hazza: That's where I went! The north shore was the best.

loveshackB-52: Especially in the winter it is. That's when the waves are huge! It's also when we hold our surfing contest.

hazza: That's gear, isn't it?

loveshackB-52: Yeah, very gear.

hazza: Can I ask you what your name is? Or is that too personal?

loveshackB-52: No, it's not. My name isn't some big secret ;)

      She winked at him again!

loveshackB-52: It's Lovie.

hazza: Ah, I get it.

loveshackB-52: Yeah . . .

loveshackB-52: Can I ask your name?

hazza: Oh! Yeah, it's George, but some people call me Geo.

loveshackB-52: Aw, that's cute.

      She thought he was cute?

loveshackB-52: Is it pronounced 'Joe' or 'G-O'?

hazza: It's like 'Joe.'

loveshackB-52: Well, Geo, it's getting dark here. I better call it a night. Bye.

hazza: See you later.

      Did he just say "See you later"? He wasn't going to be 'seeing' her at all. He started to slowly bang his head on the desk.

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