Paul One Shots

The Music Store Girl

I sat on my bed with my guitar In my hands slowly giving it a tune, having to sit in utter silence to make sure I was tuning it correctly I listened carefully and slowly tightened it a little more, and a little more. when all of a sudden the string snapped hitting my fingers as it broke and sprung across the fretboard. 

"aghhh! you little- fuck" I complained checking my hand over luckily I hadn't cut myself I sighed and took the broken string off throwing it away and opening my draw up looking for my spare strings, "Ohh damn it" I sighed not finding any at all. It's fine I needed some new picks anyway. 

I hopped off my bed set the guitar on its stand, got my shoes on, headed down and grabbed my jacket on the way out the door. I walked into town doing my best not to get in anyone's way all the way to the little guitar store. I hurried inside the store seeing the wall covered in instruments of all types and styles, a few boxes of records in the centre and some amps cables and such like scattered about. I smiled as I saw at the counter stood a very sweet sight.

She stood, in her little black heels, skin-tight dark blue jeans that hugged her so perfectly, a blue and black horizontal striped button-down shirt tucked into her jeans a few buttons undone to expose her skin and her uhhh cleavage. her long curly hair in a half up half down style with curls so perfectly hair-sprayed they wouldn't move in a hurricane, a sculpted eyeliner sharp enough to cut you, and this deep blood red lipstick that matched her nails, as she sat on the little stool behind the counter sorting and pricing records from a box beside her. 

"Hi y/n" I blushed fixing my hair a little she looked up and smiled a little in the corner of her mouth before returning to her work 

"Hi, Paul. Haven't seen you in a few weeks"

"Yeah, I uhh I've been busy"

"I heard. A few of the girls caught you boys last Saturday"

"Oh?"

"Yeah they said you did good" she smiled 

"Did you... happen to catch it?" I asked 

"No. Sorry paul I had my lessons" 

"Ohh it's okay" 

"I will come to see you, boys, soon. I promise" she smiled taking the records she had now priced back to their box and walking past me giving my cheek a little kiss enough to make my knee's go weak and my heart race my cheeks heating up "so? what brings you to the shop today? surely you didn't come all this way just to check up on me" 

"Well I like coming to see you" I smiled watching her file the records "But uhh My strings broke" 

"again? you need to be careful." she laughs going behind the counter "Your usual?"

"Yes please"

"Course" she smiled grabbing me a pack of strings for my guitar "You play it too much that likely isn't helping" she laughs

"maybe" 

"well you should take better care of it" she laughs "That's all?"

"Ohh no some more picks please y/n"

"having them snap again?" she asks

"Yeah,"

"I think you need to get thicker ones" she laughs getting me a pack of my usual ones 

"I think you're trying to upsell me"

"they cost the same paul don't be rude"

"sorry. but I like my usual ones"

"Alright, when are you boys next playing?"

"Ohhh tomorrow night," I smiled handing her the money for the strings and picks

"I'll see if I can move my lesson around" she smiled putting it away and giving me the little receipt as always "See you around paul" she smiled

"See you y/n" I smiled hurrying out catching my breath the moment I was out of the shop.