(ALEX TURNER POV)

“What’s this..?”

Lana pondered in her head, picking up a guitar in the music room that was hidden away in a black case under some old fabric from past school musicals.

Softly unzipping the case, Lana came to find a beautiful guitar. It was electric, red and white to be exact. It had silver details, along with a strap on it to be strapped around someone’s torso, the words “Alex Turner’s, not yours! :)” written along it with a white marker, the letters written in all capital letters.

She sat down on a nearby bench, softly strumming the strings. She hummed a tune to the guitar, humming little notes.

Little did she know, Alex had been watching her from the doorway of the music room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She had no idea that he had been there the whole time, or that anyone was there.