Too Close For Comfort (LH) (PT1&2)

31. Facemask

We literally spent four hours in that damn place! We were both annoyed and over the whole thing!

"They said you were stubborn. They said you hated going to the doctor. Okay," I took a breath, shoving my hair behind my ears, "I see why, but those are both understatements!"

"Why are you complaining? You're not the one who got a shot! I'm not even sick! What if I die?" Luke was being over dramatic.

"You didn't get a shot, because you were sick. You got a shot, because you were overdue for one! There's a difference. Nicely done by the way. They seemed pretty convinced," the doctor gave Luke a note for yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

"Still hurt," he grumbled. He put the car in reverse and got the hell out the parking lot, "got to stop by the music store. I need new guitar strings. Need anything?"

"Will you take me by Target?" Originally I was going to ask Liz, but Luke would have to suffice.

"Why?" He turned the blinker on, taking a quick right.

"I need more pants. I didn't pack enough," sadly I left my phone at the house. It was probably a good thing considering the fact I had a hundred messages to go through from Jason. I could just delete them, but I knew I wouldn't.

Their music store was massive! Guitars were hung up and down the walls, it was divided into sections by instruments. The amps made a path at the entrance. They had drum sets, pianos, keyboards, mikes, woodwinds, brass instruments. Everything you could possibly imagine.

Luke walked off in one direction, while I went in another. Their variety amazed me. I slid my fingers over the keys of a piano, playing a small tune. Something quick I made up in my head.

"Hello," I glanced over my shoulder. There was this guy with medium length purple hair, "anything I can help you with?" He had brown facial hair, with dark grey eyes.

I shook my head no, looking back at the guitars. The man stuck around though, "do you play? Sorry, I heard you playing. Guess that answers my question."

"Oh, no. I can barely play the triangle," I laughed at my lack of musical talent. I enjoy music, I don't make it.

His eyes widened, "sorry, the accent caught me off guard. You're not from here, are you?"

"Nope, across the ocean," I pointed over my shoulder in no particular direction.

"So what brings you down under?" He leaned against the piano, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Just visiting some family. Do you play?" I pointed down to the sparkling keys.

"A little," he pulled the bench out, taking a seat. I sat down with him, watching as his fingers performed a small dance. "We offer lessons," he continued to play some melody.

"Do you teach them?"

"Oh no. I just picked this up in Band. I'm committed to the flute," the flute didn't match his aesthetic.

"Neat. Kaytlin," I finally introduced myself.

"Kenny," he finished out his song.