hazza

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      The applauding knocked him out of his daze. Slowly, he realized what he'd just done. There was a girl laying beside him in the bed. He'd gotten drunk and he'd hired her to . . .

      George tumbled out of the bunk bed and swiftly pulled his trousers on and searched the room for his shirt. Paul was using his fingers to whistle, while John was laughingly telling Pete Best something. His face heated up and turned red and he decided he didn't need his shirt. All he wanted was to get out of that room.

      When he was finally out in the street, wondering what in the world he had just done. He'd cheated on Lovie, that was what he'd done. He could hardly stand to think about it, especially after he'd promised her he would never do that. What a bloody liar he was.

      He checked his phone and saw that Lovie had messaged him on Wattpad.

loveshackB-52: Hey, Geo, how's Hamburg?

      It said it had been sent eight hours ago. That's when they'd still been on stage. He was almost so guilty he couldn't type anything. Finally, he decided what he was going to say as he was walking through the street, hair a mess, and no shirt. He realized it must not have been such a strange sight in that part of the city.

hazza: Sorry it took so long to reply.

hazza: We were on stage.

       Well, there was another lie. It was technically the truth, but he had been doing . . . other things as well.

      Her reply didn't take long, about ten minutes.

loveshackB-52: Wow. You have to play for long periods of time, don't you?

hazza: Yeah.

God, he felt horrible. He passed two scantily dressed women hanging around a building. The one with red hair gestured for him to come closer with her index finger. George looked away quickly and picked up his pace.

hazza: It's not that bad.

      What was he saying? They had to bathe themselves in the urinals. Wasn't that the definition of "that bad"?

hazza: Lovie, I'm really tired. Can we talk later?

loveshackB-52: Oh, I'm sorry! Yeah, we can talk later. Bye, Geo. Love you.

      He wanted to tell her after she'd said those two words, but he knew he couldn't.

hazza: Love you too.

      He slid his phone into his pocket and put his head in his hands.

* * *

moves_like_jagger: Has he cheated yet?

loveshackB-52: How would I know? You think he'd tell me?

loveshackB-52: I just talked to him and he didn't act like anything was wrong. He just said he was tired.

moves_like_jagger: Oh, gee, I wonder why he's so tired . . .

loveshackB-52: Jess!

loveshackB-52: They have to perform on stage for hours. That's why he's tired.

moves_like_jagger: That's what he's going to tell you.

moves_like_jagger: Hey, I have an idea.

loveshackB-52: What is it?

moves_like_jagger: What's their band called?

loveshackB-52: They've changed it to the Beatles now.

moves_like_jagger: Clever.

moves_like_jagger: Anyway, I was thinking . . .

moves_like_jagger: I live here in Hamburg and I could go and see what they were up to . . .

loveshackB-52: Jess, there's no way you'd find them. He didn't tell me where he was at.

moves_like_jagger: I think I know where they're at.

moves_like_jagger: There's no other place they would be. It's the dirtiest part of the city.

loveshackB-52: Oh, God, no.

loveshackB-52: What if your parents caught you going there?

loveshackB-52: You'd be murdered, Jess!

moves_like_jagger: Relax. It's fine. I'm sneaky.

loveshackB-52: Sure.

loveshackB-52: You don't know what they look like!

moves_like_jagger: All I have to do is ask around for a band named after some bugs.

loveshackB-52: It's not that easy.

moves_like_jagger: Oh, you'll see.

moves_like_jagger: Detective Jess to the rescue!

loveshackB-52: Jess, just don't get in trouble for this, okay?

moves_like_jagger: I won't. Chill out, Lovie.

moves_like_jagger: I'll find them and watch and see what they're doing.

moves_like_jagger: If they're doing anything bad, I'll tell you and break your heart.

loveshackB-52: Gee, thanks.

moves_like_jagger: Don't mention it.