Author's Note: Since I am a HUGE fan of The Fray, I have decided to write the chapters of this story with songs by The Fray interpreted in it. This is my first fanfic so please tell me what you think. I know I suck at writting, but that's why I want you guys to comment. Don't forget to R&R!
Thanks Alot,
-Chicketa17
POV Kartik
Kartik opened the door to his room and slams it shut. He suddenly felt the urge to just crawl into a ball and stay like that for eternity. He collapsed onto his bed and started organizing his thoughts. He tried finding out how he was going to find out where the Temple was, but his thoughts kept creeping back to a little someone…
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Be my baby
Oh, oh, oh
He tried shrugging off the thoughts he had of her, but they kept creeping back anyways. Why do I keep thinking about her? I'll never get her anyways, so I should just stop and move on. He got up, took his towel and walked to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. He turned on the hot water tap and, while waiting for the water to heat up, started to undress himself. His thoughts ran back to that girl once more…
No. I don't love her. I can't.
Oh, stop kidding yourself Kartik, you know you do. That soft, luscious red hair you have the urge to touch everyday, her soft, porcelain skin that would be so soft to kiss… Oh… and those lips…
He slapped himself in the face before his thoughts went on. He slowly entered the water, letting the liquid flow over his body. How am I supposed to tell her I love her, if it will never happen? She is English. I am Indian. Period.
If I don't say this now
I will surely break
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
POV Gemma
Why does he make me feel this way? While taking off her dress and changing into her nightgown, Gemma thought of all the good qualities he had. Those hands, who look like they should feel so good on my skin… That hair… that I just want to get lost in… and those eyes… those wonderful, dark, hazel eyes… whenever I look at them, they look as though they have seen so much… too much even for a 19 year old boy…
"You don't love him!" her brain screamed, but her heart told her otherwise.
Forgive the urgency,
But hurry up and wait
My heart has started to seperate.
POV Kartik
His heart beat faster and faster with every thought he had of Gemma… "Gemma…" he whispers softly as he turns the tap and steps out of the shower. "Gemma…Gemma…Gemma Doyle…" he sang to himself. Such a sweet, sweet song…
"I have to tell her"
"You can't! You are Indian. And she… she is English."
" A very beautiful, intelligent English."
"Yes but it will not work out."
"What if she feels the same way?"
The war in his mind stopped at this last thought.
If I don't say this now
I will surely break
POV Gemma
When she got to her bed, she pushed the covers away to reveal the most wonderful flowers she had ever seen. "Simon." She whispered with a sigh as she blushed at the thought of him sending her flowers. But she gave a little gasp as she took the letter and recognized the writing: Kartik.
There now, steady love.
So few come and don't go.
"Dearest Gemma,
I have something very important to discuss with you. Meet me at the stables at midnight tomorrow."
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Be my baby
Her mind was racing with different thoughts of what could he want to discuss with her. Was it about the Order… or the Temple… or… me? She blushed at this last thought, and rushed into bed, excited for the proceeding day.
(Song: Look After You-The Fray)