Disclaimer: I don't own the Kane Chronicles! It's owned by the fantastic Rick Riordan!
Notes: Poor boys! They never know what to do when they are near their crush, so just let's see if they can be any better with notes. Poor Carter...
It didn't matter how brave Carter Kane could be, when dealing with Zia Rashid he would always feel a little helpless, besides we are all fools when in love.
Just that
Zia,
If you're reading it, be assured that I'm very glad you are because I've to admit that I was a little afraid you would throw it away without reading it. I know you asked for some time to think, however I just need you to understand that although we didn't part on the best terms (at least not the ones I would have liked) and that you didn't remember me at all, that we were kind of close. I know you think I'm an idiot (no, I don't read minds), for you thought that when we met the first time (Huh…I think you did for you never paid me that much attention)…I mean when I and your shabti met each other, that's it…Oh, my! This is getting confusing, isn't it? Right, I'll cut the chit-chat before I screw myself again. Huh, I…don't know what you want to read or hear, but I just…well…I just want you to be okay, yeah… just that. So, please, be okay.
Carter.
Carter was pacing furiously at home, thinking about how stupid he was for sending her that doomed note. He should, at least, have edited it. Now it was too late, Zia probably was angry at him or worst so annoyed that she would never want to see him again…ever. Oh, God, why?
However, somewhere not too far away from where the brown haired teen was, a black haired girl gave the stars a tiny smile.
I hope you will be okay too…Carter.
OWARI
Good afternoon,
Well, this is my first try with them, so please let me know if you liked this fic or not. I wrote another one, but I'm not sure about it yet.
See you,
The Good Savage.
Thanks. =)