3: Sparkely guitars

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The next few weeks was a wave of not so many cupcakes, but instead Charlie.
After the 'lemon cake incident' we parted ways, but fate had its own Idea in mind, I ended up running into him just a few days later.

Home away from home, the music store. Now I know it might sound stupid but lately it's been feeling more like home than any other place. As I walked in I heard the familiar sound of the small bell above the door. I ran my fingers over the electric guitars and stopped at a royal blue one. "Marcy! My girl! How are you" surprised by the sound of chucks voice I jump back, I lightly hit him on the shoulder "don't do that! You scared me" I said with a slight grin on my face. "We'll I've got work to do, but don't break anything" chuck says "that was one time! And I was seven" I express rolling my eyes. Chuck walks away and I find myself lost in sparkly base guitars.

I make my way over to one of the small recording studios at the back of the store and make my way inside, closing the door covered in band stickers behind me. "AHH" I scream shocked by a familiar face sitting inside and fiddling with one of the guitars, "geez I didn't think I looked that ugly today" Charlie chuckled while tuning the guitar. "What are you doing here?" I question him "are you stalking me?" I watch as his eyes go wide and he bursts into laughter "you wish" he smirks, as I turn to leave he stops me "do you play?" He says "what?" I reply "do you play the guitar" he repeats. "No I play the drums" I reply "well then I think I've found a new jam buddy" he says with a wide smile one his face.

The next few hours where filled with rock music and horrendous singing, granted by me. We talked about music and his band. After god knows how many hours I check my phone for the time. "Holy shit it's 11:pm" "your joking right? Fuck my mums going to kill me" he says with a panicked expression on his face as he fumbled around with different guitar cords and picks.

"Wait doesn't this place close at 8:30?" I say with worried eyes

"Crap" he says while locking eyes with me.

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