Away- A Luke Hemmings Fanfic

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4:

The Californian sun doesn’t set til around 8:30, so considering its only 6:15 now gives me about 2 hours or so to wander around LA without using a flashlight. I leave the guest room and enter the living room. I yell to Tad, who is in his bedroom getting changed, that I’ll be back around 8. He yells back OK, then it goes silent. Lana is asleep on the couch, so I quietly grab my purse and leave the house.

Venice beach is only a 5 minute walk from Tad’s Pad, so I decide to take a stroll on the boardwalk. Even though I’m still in my sweats, I don’t look half as insane as half the people here. I look over and see a group of men with dreads singing reggae song I’ve never heard of before. Over there is this guy playing with fire with tattoos lining his arms and legs, wearing a top hat.

I keep walking down the boardwalk, taking in the beautiful beach breeze, when I come across a boy playing the guitar. He is sitting on the ground, with his case, which I assume open for tips. His head is down, but he just keeps playing this beautiful group of chords that flow melodically. I decide that I want to hear him play a little longer.

He seems harmless, so I sit down in front of him and examine him. From my angle, he has strong hands, calloused from what I guess is years of playing experience. He has golden blonde hair, like a typical “surfer bro”. He still won’t look up, but now, along with the guitar, he’s humming notes. The song sounds so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. The song finally finishes, so I drop a $5 bill in his empty guitar case. I can’t believe it’s even empty; he is such a talented musician.

He looks up, grabs the bill and hands it back to me. “Please not tips”, he whispered. I gasp. The beautiful playing, the golden locks. It all makes sense. I’m sitting directly across from Luke Hemmings.