The Summer I Spent With You {L.H} ~ Book 2

Chapter Thirteen

"Please, just for five minutes?" Luke whined. 

"Ugh, fine." No, he wasn't asking for a quickie. He wanted to go into one of the old, vintage guitar shops that had been in our town for as long as anyone could remember. The shop still had a bell on that rang when you opened the door and some old, rocker who was obviously past his wilder days sat in the corner behind the checkout desk chewing on some gum and flicking through some magazine that didn't look like it was printed this side of the twentieth century. "Luke, that will be you in thirty years." I whispered, deadpan, into Luke's ear as the door swung shut behind us. The man looked up and smiled, showing the gaps in his teeth and a nose overflowing with grey hair. We smiled back politely before Luke glared at me slyly. "I'm kidding." I said as I held my hands up in surrender. 

I followed him round as he admired the guitars. There was black ones, red ones, bass guitars and acoustic; this was my cue to admit I knew fuck-all about guitars and didn't have much interest in learning how to play one either. I preferred to lie back against the frame of Luke's bed and watch him as he strummed away on his old guitar and sung a verse every few minutes whilst flicking his hair out his eyes. 

"What do you think of this one?" He asked, pointing to a guitar that was standing upright in a glass case. It was brown with black detailing and apparently came with half price pics if you bought the case to go with it. 

"It's nice, kinda similar to your other one though?" I replied, glancing between Luke and the guitar. He looked super good today. He had on a pretty simple outfit, black jeans, boots and shirt that came down to his mid arm, paired with a silver chained necklace and some dark sunglasses. It was literally a thousand degrees out side and all I was wearing was a vest top and some ripped jeans with sandals, yet he managed to look like he wasn't dripping of sweat like I was. 

"Yeah?" He half agreed and stared at it a little longer. "It's quite big." 

"That's what she said." I coughed and turned around to make it look like I never said it. Luke grinned.

"I'm the guy, aren't I supposed to be making those kind of jokes?"
"I'm going against gender roles Lucas." I stated and he raised his eyebrows as his face held a cheeky smile. 

"Cool." He replied. I continued to follow him round this store for a good twenty to thirty minutes before the overwhelming stench of moldy vinyls was too much for me and I told Luke it was time to go meet my brother. We'd arranged to meet Matias at the local bowling alley- my treat, and then we'd take him to go get pizza or something afterwards. 

The bowling alley wasn't that far, in fact it was literally right round the corner of the street and after I'd dragged Luke away from the shop, we found ourselves there in no time and saw Matias already standing outside on his phone, probably already bored. If anyone could show him a good time, it was his sarcastic and lowkey asshole older sister. 

"Hey sibling." I said as I walked towards him and he looked up from his phone. He was wearing a Spanish football strip and some blue jeans paired with some Nike shoes. Matias and I started to look more alike as we got older and grew into our faces; we had the same shape of face, the same nose and same mouth; but I had brown eyes and he had blue, and I had blonde hair and he had brown. I suppose that's where Riley looked like us; she had my hair but Matias' eyes. Or I guess, we had her's, she was the oldest after all.

We walked into the bowling alley through some swing doors and it was pretty dead, which was expected for a Wednesday evening. A girl who only looked around seventeen or eighteen stood at the counter watching the TV in the corner play music videos, and a family of five where laughing in the played in the furthest lane.