The Bad Girl And The Shy Boy: Tony Perry

Chapter 33: Perfect Plans

Alex's P.O.V:

"So what are you getting him here?", Sarah asked, parking into the car lot.

"A gift", I said, unbuckling myself eagerly.

"Hey, I'm gonna be over there. Call me when your done, yeah?", Sarah asked, pointing to a building behind us.

"Really? Starbucks?", I asked.

"Hey, I haven't had a coffee from there in two months!", she defended.

"Whatever. I'll text you when I'm done", I informed.

"Alright. Do you need any money?", she asked.

"Nope. I'm positive I have more than enough", I assured.

"How?", she asked.

"I have my ways", I gave my infamous smirk before walking into Guitar Center.

As I walked in, I could hear Nirvana playing through the speakers in the backround.

So many electric guitars hung on the back wall. To my left there were all sorts of drumsticks and drumsets, to my right there were keyboards and acoustic guitars.

I went towards the electrics and studied them.

I had to find the perfect one.

His current guitar was a black electric. It was nice but had some scratches here and there.

I shook my head at the classic looking ones. I wanted a unique one. Maybe not too different, but something pleasing to the eye.

Something that seemed made for Tony.

I was about to ask an employee for help when I spotted it.

A little above me hung a black electric guitar with green paint dripping down.

It was perfect.

I carefully pulled it off the shelf thingy and held it in my hands. It didn't come with a strap, but I could buy him one.

It wasn't too heavy or too light. It was polished perfectly. If I had to describe it in one word, other than perfect, it'd be sexy.

Yeah, this guitar was sexy.

It was edgy, smooth, artistic and just overall perfect. Just like Tony.

I was about to go buy it when someone spoke to me.

"Do you play?", a male voice asked.

I turned to my side to see a guy around my age, with tanned skin and shoulder length brown hair looking at me.

He, like myself, also had a nose ring on the left side.

"No, but my boyfriend is amazing", I replied.

"I'm Vic", he said, with a friendly smile.

"Alex", I replied.

"Is your boyfriend in a band?", he asked.

"No. But he should be", I shrugged.

"How old is he?", Vic askked, seeming genuinely interested.

"18, why?", I asked, narrowing my eyes at him questioningly.

"Because my brother and I have our own band. We're looking for a lead guitarist", he said.

My interest immediatly peaked.

Tony wanted to make music. These guys were in a band. Bands make music.

"Do you think your boyfriend would be interested in joining our band?", Vic asked.