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🎶Sixteen🎶

Jess: Hey, how did the beach go?

Lovie: A lot of things happened.

Jess: This ought to be good.

Lovie: Turns out, George's band has three albums out.

Jess: Oh, so he's famous now?

Lovie: I guess so.

Jess: Interesting.

Lovie: Then they invited me to eat dinner with them.

Jess: Hmm.

Lovie: George had too many mai tais.

Jess: Uh-oh.

Lovie: I helped him back to his hotel room and he started kissing me.

Jess: You slapped him, didn't you?

Jess: Please tell me you slapped him.

Lovie: No, but I pushed him.

Jess: You should have slapped him.

Lovie: I think they all wanted me to hang out with them for the remainder of their vacation, but I'm not going back.

Jess: I wouldn't.

Jess: George is trouble, Lovie.

Jess: You thought he was different, but he's not.

Lovie: He was drunk, Jess!

Lovie: He probably didn't know what he was doing.

Jess: He knew what he was doing, all right.

Lovie: I'm going to try to forget all this happened.

Jess: That's going to be easy.

Lovie: I sense sarcasm.

Jess: You win a new car!

Lovie: 😑

Lovie: He played a song from his band and they're actually really good.

Lovie: Maybe I'll start listening to them.

Jess: How are you going to forget him when you're listening to his band's music?

Jess: Lovie, why aren't you replying?

Jess: Why don't you let him go?

Jess: He's a mess!

Jess: I see what you're doing.

Jess: Giving me the silent treatment.

Jess: Well, two can play this game.

Jess: Here comes the silent treatment, in three, two, one.

Jess: The silent treatment is officially on.

Jess: Don't expect a reply from me.

* * *

      "I wonder what happened to Lovie," Pattie said, from beside George. They were on the airplane, and George had never felt so sick in his life. Well, this still wasn't as bad as what he'd done in Hamburg, but he still felt terrible.

       George didn't reply. He gazed out the window and watched as Oahu got further and further below them. He hated flying, so he was almost trembling with nervousness.

      "She kind of left the hotel in a hurry that one night," Pattie continued. "What happened, George?"

      He still didn't reply.

      "Did you say something to her?" Pattie continued to pester.

      "I don't remember," he lied. He might have been drunk, but he still remembered the look she'd given him. He hadn't been thinking when he'd kissed her. First, he'd cheated on Lovie and now he'd cheated on Pattie. What was wrong with him?

      Pattie was silent after that and pulled a magazine from the pouch on the seat in front of her. She began to thumb through it with a look of annoyance clear on her face. God, he was managing to ruin his relationships with everyone. He turned his face toward the window in a way he knew she wouldn't be able to see it, and he felt tears stream down his nose and cheeks.