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meganelizabeth 
With his head still buried in a pillow, he began to try to talk. But of course, all that came out was "Ooo ohh mmph pfff huh, Pfffeewa." Realizing that this clearly wasn't a good way to try to communicate with someone, he lifted his head up, and said, "You know I love her, Selina. But that has nothing to do with her family! I know she loves me back, yes. But I'm just worried about what her family might think. Of course they're nice people! They're related to Violet, aren't they? But they also shelter her a lot. I'm just concerned about whether or not I'm deemed a suitable. Over protective dads + sheltered daughters + very unsuitable boyfriend = bad, Selina. Very bad indeed."
Of course he loved Violet. He had no doubt about that. And she obviously felt the same, even though he still had no idea why. He was just an awkward, dorky, loser who always ran into trouble some way or another. Why someone like Violet would even consider someone like him blew his mind, but he didn't want to question it and push his luck. He was not losing anyone else.
"Selina, what would you advise an over-analyzing, lost, teenage boy like be to do? I don't understand females."
When he flipped over and started to go off on his little rant Selina had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Seriously he was going to do this, even after she had so brilliantly given him some kind of reverse psychology. Maybe she should work more on her ability to infiltrate the mind with her words, but now was not the time to worry about such things.
She pulled herself off of the couch and let him talk. Her back had been to his face as he ranted and when he was done she turned back around and looked at him dead in the eye, "Just stop. Stop right now. All of this worrying, all of this stupidity. You are brilliant, a little whiney, but brilliant. Violet loves you so her family will love you. The Le Veela's are very much about loving whatever makes their children happy. You make her happy so they will like you. And don't worry about Mr. Harper, he is not the over protective type. Although I am kind of afraid for your daughters because you'll be that kind of Dad with all of the worrying you do. SO STOP WORRYING."
She sighed and turned around and turned back back around, "Look... you are a nice guy, but you have to stop thinking so much. Learn to just fly by the seat of your pants. Everything in life is not a cause for worry. Let yourself be happy for once."