His Lost Guitar ❥ l.h

❥ Chapter 1: Debates at Dinner ❥

❥ Chapter 1: Debates at Dinner ❥

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I stared at the guitar case, not quite sure what to do with it.

"Honey! I'm home!" A familiar, feminine voice yells dramatically from behind me.

I turn around and stare at the curly haired, pale, and green eyes girl that I called one of my three that had just walked through my bedroom door.

"Alexandra." I reply flatly.

"What!?" She asks looking genuinely offended.

"I'm not your wife." I reply giving her a blank stare.

"Yeah, she's Luke Hemmings wife. And you belong to Ashton Irwin. Just like I am the soulmate of Michael Clifford. It all works out!" All we need is a fourth for Calum Hood!" I glance at the third and final of our three. A blond-ish, ginger-ish, also green, slightly tanner, and the youngest girl.

"Hey Diana. If we get a fourth we won't be the three musketeers anymore." I greet her and then point out the obvious.

I had met these two girls when Diana Kent was only 3 and Alexandra Reese and I, Samantha Carlisle, were 6.

The three year age difference didn't bother any of us and we all went to the same school. Dee being a Freshie and Alexandra and I seniors.

"That's true, but we ought to have more friends. Especially you Dee, next year you'll only be a sophomore and we'll be in college." Alexandra pointed out.

"Oh thanks ALEX." Dee murmured disappointed. We hated bringing that up. That we would once again be leaving her behind. Okay that aspect did disappoint us when it came to the three year age difference.

I burst out laughing. Alexandra ABSOLUTELY HATED being called ALEX of all things. I called her Ginger because of the Ginger snap incident when we were 11 or 12. And you probably DON'T want to hear this story. Unless you want to pee your pants from laughing so hard.

"Alright, alright! Chill!" I manage to get out inbetween my full blown laughter.

I watch as the both pout, cross their arms, and look away from each other.

I roll my eyes at their childishness.

"We have something to debate!" I announce just as, if not more dramatically than Ginger was when she walked through the door.

"What?" Ginger asks eyeing me suspiciously.

"Unless its a debate about what we're eating for dinner, I don't know if I want to hear it." Dee states bluntly.

"But this is important!" I whine.

"Fine!" Dee yells feigning annoyance.

"What's up Sammy?" Asks Alexandra.

"So I found this guitar in the park on the way home." I respond pointing to it. "And I have absolutely no idea what to do with it. All I know is that I definitely want to get it back to the owner." I shrug, and smile down at the guitar without realizing it.

"Eh. I guess we could help you out." Ginger shrugs and smiles at me.

"Why is this so important to you? Why not just hand it over to the police and be done with it?" Asks Dee confused.

It's a valid question. I mean, most people wouldn't go out of their way for SOMEONE ELSE'S lost property. Maybe if it belonged to them.

"It's a clearly loved acoustic guitar. We go to a music school for God sakes. How would you feel if you lost your favorite drum sticks!?" I ask Dee. "Or your viola?" I ask Ginger. "How I would feel if I ever lost the ability to play the piano!" I finally yell waving my arms around.