Friends & Paradise

Chapter 44 - Our Song (Natasha's POV)

After the dolphins, we went to have lunch at Virgil's and spent the rest of the day in the pool. After that, we were all kind of tired, so we decided to go to the beach to have a bonfire. We walked to Paradise Lagoon beach, where it was nearly empty.

The boys went to look for some wood, while us girls went to look for some food to have dinner. We walked around the beach area, until we found a small store with food and drinks. After we came back, the boys were already building the firepit. On the horizon, the sun was halfway down the sky, making a beautiful orange glow in the sky and making it reflect perfectly on our skin.

After the firepit was built, the boys pulled a couple of logs for everyone to sit on, while we looked for sticks to eat the mashmallows with. Suddenly, as I walked through the beach I suddenly found a stray guitar lying by the sand.

"Guys, look." I pointed the guitar to my friends, who looked curiously at it.

"Who'd leave a guitar in the middle of the beach at The Atlantis?" Amelia asked.

"I don't know, but I think we can take it over to the firepit to have something to entertain us, don't you think?" I started getting close to the guitar, but Danielle grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"You're not going to get it, are you?" She asked.

"No, Sherlock, I was going to bury it in the sand. Of course I was going to get it, why you ask?"

"What if it has some bacteria or something? Like, you know, you just don't find a guitar in the middle of the beach. It just doesn't happen."

"Neither do you fall in love with a boy who you basically told your whole life story in one night, but somehow I did. C'mon, you guys, trust me it's gonna be awesome with it." I said.

Danielle let go of my arm as I walked to pick up the guitar. I flipped it to its back, and sand escaped from the sound hole. After almost a pile of sand was out of the guitar, I carefully strummed the strings, and to me, it sounded fine.

After picking up some sticks for our marshmallows, we walked back to the firepit, where the boys were already sitting in the logs all chatting about something. Aaron looked up at us, and noticed the sticks in our hands.

"Awesome, you guys got the sticks."

"And it seems that wasn't all." Ralph said, while looking at the guitar in my hands. Danielle sat down next to Ralph on the log where he was sitting in.

"Well, I saw this and thought that maybe we could use it and play some music. I mean, it's only the six of us here alone at the beach. So, why not?" I shrugged.

"I think it's a good idea. Does anyone know how to play?" Jason asked, while I sat down next to him in the log, and put the guitar in my lap.

They were all quiet, and then suddenly, Aaron raised his right arm just slightly.

"I do." He quietly said.

"You never told me." Amelia said.

"I thought you'd think I was gay or ridiculous for playing a guitar." Aaron shrugged.

Amelia sat down next to him on a log, and kissed his cheek. "I definitley don't think that you're gay or anything. I think it's really cute."

Then, he faced her and kissed her. It was a small and quick kiss.

"So, Aaron, what do you know how to play?" Jason asked.

"You name it. Just tell me a song and I'd play it for you guys." Aaron said.

"Let's start with something a little beach-related. Like Bob Marley." Ralph said.

"No one's smoking weed." Danielle said.