Lucky In Love- A Sam and Luna Fanfic

Lucky In Love- Story 2, Chapter 4

Above is another awesome photo from the talented @MelhareSeesme. :) This is a depiction of a scene from Story 2, Chapter 2. Thank you so much; your talent never ceases to amaze me! :D

* * *

LUNA'S POV

The positive emotions I was expressing earlier dissipated almost instantly when I heard it. The alarm clock. I do not want to go to school. I know that I have to get out of bed, however, for Luan might pull another water balloon prank on me. Groaning, I force myself out of bed with immense difficulty. Though it may seem otherwise, not having to lug my guitar to school proves to be a pleasant change.

Sam and I promise one another to meet in the band room the twenty minutes before class. I enter the band room that morning to discover that I've beaten Sam. I shrug, making a move to place my bag on the ground, but I stiffen upon seeming them.

Alex.

They're oblivious to the fact that I just entered the room, and my breath catches in my throat upon seeing what they're holding in their hands. My Logan V80 Shredder. They are plucking at the guitar strings, Sam's baby blue guitar pick in hand.

"Hey!" I snap, and Alex looks up, slightly startled. Upon noticing that it's me, however, their features portray annoyance and expectancy. "'Hey' yourself." They murmur casually, rolling their eyes. They give me a semi-half wave with the hand holding Sam's pick.

"Give me my axe." I say through gritted teeth, and Alex's face portrays that of genuine surprise. "This is yours?" I don't bother to reply, just stand there as Alex runs their hands along the electric guitar. "V80 Shredder." They sigh thoughtfully as they gaze upon it. They look up to regard me again after a short period.

"I prefer these more than the new electric guitars. They're really cheap, to be honest." I personally agree with Alex, but I refuse to say so, not bearing the idea of having something in common with them.

Alex sighs at my stone cold silence and picks up Sam's pick to gaze at it. "Nice color, but it's a pretty old addition. Did you know that they're fashioning these out of cedar instead of plastic nowadays? It's way more sustainable."

Of course I'm not aware of foolish things such as that, so I don't voice a reply. Just continue to stand in the center of the band room doorway, fuming silently. "Ok then, you're not much of a talker. I respect that." Alex says, holding their hands up in defense.

I don't plan on talking anytime soon, but subconsciously, I open my mouth, and words issue forth. "That's Sam's pick." I grumble, my voice still laced with agitation.

Alex raises an eyebrow at me in silent questioning. "And... what are you doing with her pick?" I cross my arms defiantly before stalking over to wrench the pick from their grasp. "None of your business." I state. "Besides, you wouldn't understand." I expect that Alex is far from understanding anything about love, seeing how them and Sully brought me to tears the day before.

Alex rolls their eyes, huffing with amusement. "Sure I wouldn't. Whatever." They murmur indifferently. Then, without another accusation or little-known fact about musical instruments, Alex is pressing my guitar back into my hands. They glance between me and the instrument, flashing me a quick nod laden with pride.

"You've got good taste, Luna Loud." They say, exiting the band room without another word. Stunned, I glance towards the band room door, half expecting Alex to return and insult me. They don't.

Alex, tell me I have good taste? Should I call a doctor?

I don't make a move, knowing that, by doing so, I'd only escalate the tension between us.