Markpat Imagines

||guitar shop||

As I walked up to the small shop, I could see the familiar string lights hanging from the window frames. The door's vibrant red paint was slowly chipping away, and the "we're open" sign was slightly rusted. In the small windows, beautiful guitars of many shapes and sizes were displayed, catching the eye of every person who walked by. On top of the shop, a large, hand-made sign hung, spelling out the words "Roxie's Guitar Shop" in lime green writing.

I opened the front door, ringing the bell up top and catching the attention of Roxie's husky, Rafie. Rafie jumped up from his white blanket on the floor and ran to my side, rubbing against my leg. I had worked at this store since I was 16 years old, which was a number of years ago. Over the years, I had grown a strong connection with the customers, Rafie, and most importantly, Roxie.

As I bent down to pet Rafie, I swept my light brown hair out of my face. Just as I straightened myself and walked to the behind the cashier's desk, the familiar sound of the door's bell rang. I looked up to see the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

He was short, but his shoulders were large and broad. He was tan, but I couldn't see his features up close. He wore a Jacksepticeye shirt and blue jeans, which looked old and tarnished. However, his most appealing feature was his hair. His flaming red hair was extremely messy, which made him looked even hotter, and the hint of black underneath suited him quite well. He had come in with a friend, but it seemed as enthusiastic as his friend was. My heart melted at the sight of him.

He looked up at me, and a small smile crept onto his lips. He winked quickly, and I couldn't help but look down and blush. I could hear his small chuckle and his footsteps around the shop. He and his friend began examining the colorful guitars hanging fromthe wall. After about 15 minutes, the taller brunette pulled off a guitar and examined every inch of it. You could see the smile on his face from a mile awayas he strummed the strings. He began playing various chords, his smile getting wider with every sound. But the boy I had been drooling over was not paying attention. He stared at his phone, stealing glances at me from time to time. He smirked each time he did, making my cheeks redder.

When his friend was finished, he brought the guitar to my desk, looking up at me with a smile, andthis allowed me too finally look at both of their features.

The cute boy's eyes were an adorable brown, and he had an exceptional amount of facial hair.  Especially up close, you could see how tan heactually was. He was extremely handsome, and that smile could end wars. I didn't  even know his name, yet he could make my heart melt with one word. His friend was on the paler side it seemed, and, in cheeks, there laid extremely large dimples. His eyes were an extremely dark brown, almost looking black. He wore large-framed glasses that suit him, and he had teal gauges in his ears. 

I charged him for the guitar, not without adding, 'beautiful guitar, huh?" As I messed with the register, the cute boy began writing something. Once he was finished, he smiled up at me once more and said, "Not as beautiful as you." My cheeks became red once more, and my heart melted at the sound of his deep accent.

His friend handed me the money for the guitar, not before rolling his eyes at his friend, and thanked me, walking out. Soon, the cute boy followed, as he realized the brunette had already walked out of the store.

"Wait! I didn't catch your name!" I said, making him turn around and smile. "Mark." He simply said. "Matt" I said, blushing and looking down. "Goodbye, beautiful!" he said with a wave, walking out. I giggled, and looked down at the money. I put the currency in the register, only to see the paper he had written on. It said, "Thanks for the guitar ;). See you soon!" with his number attached. I couldn't help but smile, and I pulled out my phone.

And that was the start of something beautiful.
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Well. That was a thing.

I understand that Matt is not a guitar person, and I believe Mark can play guitar, but it's just an imagine. I mean, I've had them in far weirder situations than a guitar shop. I've had Matt as a flower child for crying out loud!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this one! I hope it makes up for the crap one I posted earlier today. I honestly hate it so much.

I hope you guys enjoy reading these imagines as much as I love writing them! I know they're not all that romantic in a way, but I personally prefer the cute stuff over the romantic stuff. Like cuddling and protective stuff. Whoops 🙃

If you have any requests, please let me know!! I would love to write anything you guys wanna see!! Message me or write it in the comments!

I hope you have a wonderful day, and I hope you enjoyed this cheesy imagine!

Stay weird - Mika ❤️