"Who's this guy?" Beezus asked while scanning some of Erin's summer photos.

"He," Erin couldn't find the right words to say.

Before she could even finish her sentence, another statement came right out of Bee's mouth, "And why is he holding you in the shoulder?"

"He's my sister's friend."

"Your sister's or yours'?"

Here comes Beezus again with all those interrogating questions.

"Mine, okay."

"WHAAAAAT? He's yours? And you're his?" Beezus asked surprisingly interested. "And why didn't you tell me that somebody owns your heart?"

"That somebody owns me now?"

"Are we singing?"

"No we aren't. We're chanting."

"Oh, great!"