Lost One Shots and Imagines

Charlie Pace- Guitar (c)

You had planned to move to America to live with your Grandfather, but plans were forced to change when the plane you were on had crashed. It seemed you had lost everything including the home you were to go to. However, as things were found on the island, you were reunited with your guitar. It was a trivial object to you in comparison to everything you would need to survive. You had only packed it because your Grandfather had bought it for you, you could barely play a chord let alone anything more. On an island where you barely had enough food and water for how long you were likely to be there, you felt stupid having a guitar, what use was it?

Your guitar stayed in its case next to you as you sat outside of your makeshift tent that was no more than tarp over a case that once held all your belongings but now was more of a pillow. In recent days music did fill the camp though. Charlie had found his guitar too and played it at any chance he got. He had made a career around it, so he was far better with it than you. It was odd that for a moment the beach lay silent, without any music ringing through.

As you looked around, you stopped at the sight of the Brit sitting down by your side.

"You alright Y/N?" He smiled.

"Yeah, you?" You responded with a polite smile.

"Been better. Not the highlight of my life to be stuck on this island," he chuckled. "But I noticed you never get that guitar out. You play?"

You shook your head. You had wanted to learn but never got around to it. You knew the complete basics but nothing more.

"I got it as a gift, I had one or two lessons a few years back, but I didn't have time to do more. I wish I did," you shrugged.

"I can teach you if you want?" He offered.

You were grateful and happily accepted his help. You had wanted to learn, but time was short off the island, so you were glad he was willing to teach you.

It wasn't as terribly hard as you had thought it to be, so you were glad that you were picking it up relatively well.

"See, you're a natural," he grinned as you repeated what he had told you to do.

"Thank you for teaching me," you smiled. "It's nice to have something to do on this island, and it's nice to talk to someone."

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Written by Charlotte.

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