He was freaking out on the inside and he didn't know why. Did he want to message her again and look like a creep or did he want to wait and act disinterested? Decisions, decisions, he thought, tapping his fingers restlessly on his keyboard. George had other things to do than just stare at his inbox and hope for a message to come through, so he left to go write another chapter in his "Monty Python" fanfiction.

* * *

      Lovie saw that George had posted a new part in his "Life of Brian" book and decided that she was going to message him since he was logged on. She let out a deep breath and began typing.

loveshackB-52: Hi, Geo! How are you?

      She waited a few more minutes in complete silence, staring at the screen. This was stupid. Why was she acting this way? To be honest, Lovie had never felt this way about a boy. Especially one she had never met. She was a sophomore in high school and she'd never had a crush. That may have been hard to believe, but she had better things to do with her time.

      Finally a response came through.

hazza: Hi, Lovie! I'm good. I just got back from practicing with my band.

loveshackB-52: You're in a band? Do you play a uke in this band?

hazza: No. I'm the guitarist.

loveshackB-52: What's your band called?

hazza: The Quarrymen. It's named after the school we go to.

loveshackB-52: I see.

hazza: I'm in it with my friends Paul and John.

hazza: They had Wattpad accounts too: @maccaroniandcheese and @givepeasachanceman.

loveshackB-52: I don't know if I've ever seen them on here before.

hazza: Probably not.

hazza: John writes about sheer nonsense and doesn't have any followers besides Paul and I. We're also the only ones who read his books.

hazza: Paul, though, has quite a few followers.

loveshackB-52: What does he write about?

hazza: Just random stuff. Usually he pulls some funny posts off Tumblr and puts them on there.

loveshackB-52: Ah.

hazza: So . . . do you like cats or dogs?

hazza: I heard you can tell a lot about someone's personality by whether they're a cat person or a dog person.

loveshackB-52: Um, I'm actually allergic to dogs, so I'd say I'm a cat person?

hazza: Me too.

hazza: I mean, I'm a cat person, not that I'm allergic to dogs.

      Lovie smiled to herself. His awkwardness was kind of cute.

loveshackB-52: Do you have a cat?

hazza: Yeah. His name is Corky. He's white. I wish I could send you a picture, but this private messaging thing doesn't let me.

loveshackB-52: He sounds pretty.

hazza: My mum says he's completely gorgeous for a cat, but I'm not seeing it.

      She was laughing now.

hazza: Do you have a cat?

loveshackB-52: No. :(

loveshackB-52: My mom told me that I can't have one.

hazza: Why not?

loveshackB-52: She doesn't like cats and we can't have a dog, so we're pet-less.

hazza: You can get a goldfish. Or an exotic fish. I'm sure there's plenty of those in Hawaii.

loveshackB-52: Yeah . . .

hazza: You know, I've never heard of someone with the name Lovie.

loveshackB-52: It's weird, isn't it?

hazza: No! I didn't mean it like that!

hazza: I was just saying that it was unique. How did your parents think of it?

loveshackB-52: It was my grandmother's name, actually.

hazza: Ah. Well, it's very pretty.

loveshackB-52: Oh, thank you.

      She was blushing like crazy, but she didn't know why.

      "Lovie!" came her mother's voice from downstairs. "Get out of your room and come help!" She'd almost forgotten! She had to go and help her parents move her brother into his dorm room. She didn't want to stop talking to George, but she had to.
loveshackB-52: Listen, Geo, I have to go and help move my brother's junk into his dorm room.

loveshackB-52: Talk to you later, 'kay?

hazza: Okay! ;)

      She smiled before closing her computer. He'd winked at her.