Eyes That See Into Infinity

Chapter Six

I really hope this is chapter 6, or it'll be awkward. Anyway! Please vote, comment, and all that jazz you wonderful bunch of people! :) xxx

“This is where you work?” Jared asked me, almost shocked, as we pulled up to my workplace. It looked like an antique music shop on the outside, and a posh one at that, with the words MATT'S MUSICIANS painted freshly above the shop. In the window, sat an old piano, taking up most of the space, and in the corner, a Les Paul guitar sat neatly, gleaming in the slowly descending sunlight. Jared pressed his nose against the glass of the other window, and he stared at one of the newest guitars. It was a simple light blue Ibanez.

“I want it!” Jared declared. I smiled, and opened the door, the clang of the bell ringing throughout the shop almost instantly. Inside, a familiar smell of customers, mixed with new and old instruments, slowly hit me. Jared stared around the shop, everything shiny and glinting. Customers stopped staring at a possible new 'toy', and turned to stare at the man who just entered the shop.

“OLLIE?” I called throughout the shop. A man with nerdy glasses, a fully buttoned up checked and, for some reason, only socks on his feet, entered the room, holding a flute in his hand. Ollie immediately saw me, and then, saw him. I smiled, but I knew he wasn't looking at me, rather, his dark hazel eyes, were staring at the man next to, just like everyone else.

“Where's Matt?” I asked, shrugging off my jacket. Jared continued to stare at the Ibanez, and Ollie continued to stare at Jared. It was about 4 minutes, when he finally drew his gaze to me, and replied dumbly,

“I don't know...” There was another long silence in the store, before a rather skinny woman coughed slightly, and almost spoke demandingly towards Ollie,

“Excuse me, my daughters flute?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Um...Yes, sorry bit of a shock there, now the reason why this would be good for you is-” Whilst Ollie continued to speak, I felt a warm breath on my neck, and a slight whisper in my ear say,

“How much for the guitar?” I jumped slightly and turned round, to face Jared. He grinned and held the guitar up in his hands.

“I'll give you $10” I frowned.

“You're an actor, singer and songwriter, you direct your music videos Bart, you play a whole bunch of stuff, you produce your own stuff, and all you can afford is $10?” I asked, folding my arms, looking a little stern. Jared grinned and replied,

“Okay, you convinced me, $11 it is! Man, you're pretty good at this whole saleswoman thing!” I restrained a smile, no matter how desperate I wanted to, and still stared at him sternly. Jared lowered his grin, and mumbled,

“How much?”

“Because it's you, I'll give it to you for $149.99” Jared looked at me indifferently, and said,

“That's just a silly way of $150”

“Fine, $150, you won't get any change.” Jared grumbled, but followed me to the counter anyway. I gave him a couple of forms, and he signed them hastily. I tilted my head to one side, and said casually,

“I didn't know you even played an Ibanez guitar” Jared shook his head, and without looking up, replied,

“I don't. I play a couple of customized McSwain's, and sometimes a Gibson. But you know, each guitar has a different sound. It could benefit my music. If not...Then it would look great on the wall” It's weird. We were acting like we didn't know each other, like we had only just met, and probably will never see each other again. If some random man walked in, and saw us, he would only see Jared Leto, not Jared Leto and his friend.