-Will Poulter imagine-
You hated fancy clothes shops,but your friends loved them. You left while they were they squeal in pleasure at the high heels whilst you just slipped away. Out of the shop and walked briskly in the opposite direction. You found a bench and pitched down on it. Then you saw leaning against it a bright blue electric guitar which looks like it would've cost thousands. This made the one you played at home look worthless. You slide closer to it,wondering who would've left it. You reach put to touch it when you hear.
"You know stealing is against the law?"
You jump at the sound of his voice. Looking up to see a boy,tall with thin brown hair,freckles,perfect eyebrows and a sweet smile. He doesn't punch you,just scoots down beside you.
"I..I wasn't taking it," you stutter.
"I know," he says,letting out a little chuckle as you sigh in relief,he puts it in-between his lap as he lightly pulls in the strings,handling each with care. Showing his deep love and dedication towards this instrument.
"I play," You suddenly blurt out "My dad,he likes Guitars so he taught me,"
"Really?" He asks,showing pure interest "We should play sometime,me and you:I bet you've got an amazing singing voice,"
You blush slightly "Not really."
"Stop lying," he smiles,he hands you a laminated card "This is my card,call me and we'll get together sometime. Write a song,"
"Can't wait," you say,slipping the card in your pocket.
He bends down to the pot beside the bench,pulling out a beautiful fresh Daisy as he hands it to you.
"A beautiful flower for a beautiful girl," he says as he picks away his Guitar,swings the strap over his back as walks away.