𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘢

   ╰┈➤ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: crappy writing, frank sinatra slander, gen is hopeless

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀's music is a timeless symphony of velvety vocals, weaving tales of love, heartache, and the dance of life; each note, a nostalgic embrace, and every lyric, a serenade to the soul's journey through the jazz-kissed corridors of time.

Frank Sinatra will forever remain so one of the best musicians in history and he will forever remain Genesis's mortal enemy.

How could someone love someone so openly, so purely, so beautifully and have the audacity to let the world know their thoughts are consumed by them and only them.

How could someone love someone so intensely without their love swallowing them both.

How could he love someone so dearly, with the confirmation that they loved him back?

And if we go some place to dance

I know that there's a chance

You won't be leaving with me

The lyrics flowed through one ear and out the other as her fingers mindlessly flew across her keyboard.

What? She said he was her enemy not his music. A knock was heard on the door of her dorm and she groaned.

"Come in!"

"Really?" A voice responded, "You don't even know who it is? That can't be safe."

Fair enough.

"Okayyy then don't come in." She shrugged, resting her head in her hand as she glared the screen in front of her. Who ever heard of writing an essay for math? Whoever wrote the curriculum needed to be fired immediately. A knock was heard once again. Genie sighed, pushing her desk chair back. "I'm coming, I'm coming geez."

She twisted the door knob to her dorm room, staring straight ahead and being met with the sight of a broad chest, clad in an ivory Burberry sweater. Her eyebrows furrowed, in all honesty she was half expecting it to be Melody, her eyes slowly traced up the mysterious figure before being met with a pair of warm brown eyes. Her heart may belong to her best friend but it was simply in a metaphorical sense. She still had eyes and her eyes were being fed.

His eyes might have been the first thing she noticed. They were big and brown yet warm, gazing into them made her cozy as if she bit into a warm cookie. The boy was tall, 9 inches more than her at the very least. He had a warm, olive complexion that glowed with a subtle, sun-kissed radiance. His curly brown hair framed his face in soft, tousled ringlets, each curl catching the light and adding to his youthful charm.

God surely had favorites.

"Are you Genesis?" His question snapped her out of her trance. "That would be me." She blinked up at him, attempting to conceal the smile on her face when his face lit up. He beamed at her, "I'm Hugo, Hugo Qureshi. Sorry for showing up to your dorm like this. I just transferred here from a school in Boston, I was looking to join the school newspaper and yearbook club and was told you were the president." "How'd you get my room number?" "Some kid named Genke?" She rolled her eyes, leaning against her door frame.

"I know it's late in the year but I wanted to see if you still had a spot available in the club?" He asked, his puppy dog eyes practically begging her. Genie tapped an acrylic gold nail against her cheek. "Well the Visions Media Club is one of the most prestigious in New York. Can't just let anyone in. Do you have any proof of previous work?" Hugo smiled, digging into the pocket of his pants and pulling out a bright red flash drive.

"I have some work from past projects right here if I could please load it up onto your computer." Genie contemplated the offer. On a technicality, boys weren't meant to even be in the hallway of the girls dorms. However, Hugo was really cute and she was sure saying no to him would be the equivalent to dropkicking a puppy.

She peaked her head into the hall, looking both directions. Making sure the coast was clear "Fine but let's make this quick." She opened her door, grabbing the boy's hand and pulling him into her dorm.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃?

Time was relative. What was meant to be a five minute evaluation turned into a two hour conversation. Hugo was talented, the photos he had taken were absolutely gorgeous, Genesis was sure in the future he would find him self as some sort of fashion photographer. Was this a sign from God himself? Was this her soulmate.

She doubted it.

The rustling of keys and shopping bags broke through their conversation. The two turned their heads towards the door. "That's probably Melody." "Melody?" "Melody Patel. My roommate." The rustling stopped and the door swung open aggressively, slamming into the wall. Melody stood at the door, a frown on her face. "Bitch I know you didn't-" she spat, glaring at the curly haired girl. "Sorry, and best friend." Genie playfully rolled her eyes at the girls antics. Melody smiled, "Better." She slipped off her MiuMiu sunglasses, resting them atop her head in her deep brown locks.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on Hugo. She paused for a moment, frozen at the doorway as she stared at the curly haired boy before snapping herself out of it. She dropped her bags on her bed, briskly walking over to the two who sat sprawled across Genesis's soft white bedding.

"Genie! Where have your manners gone? Introduce me to your friend here." She smiled batting her lashes, she stuck her hand out towards the boy for him to shake. "I'm Melody, Melody Patel. I don't think I've seen you around." Hugo, ever the gentleman, took her hand in his, shaking it softly. "I'm a transfer student from Boston. Hugo Qureshi. You have such a pretty name." Melody beamed, her cheeks heating up. "Aren't you the sweetest?"

"So how did you meet Genie?" She sat next to Genesis who has scooted out of the way to provide space for her. "I came here to show Genesis my work in order to join Visions Media but we got caught up when she mentioned her one sided beef with a majority of jazz musicians."

"Except for Laufey." Genie nodded, Melody rolled her eyes. "You just like her because she's as much of a hopeless romantic as you are." "And is."

Hugo smiled, standing up from her bed. "And I promised her I was going to show her how to appreciate jazz despite her longing. Not today however, I really want to get to dinner." He grabbed his flash drive out of Genie's computer, moving towards the door.

"See you ladies later."

"Byeee Hugooo." They sang waving as he shut the door behind him. Melody's head whipped towards the dark haired girl, grabbing the shortcake jelly cat Miles had gifted her and whacking her across the face. "Ow! What the hell was that for?" Genie frowned, reaching for her pillow to hit the taller girl back.

"He was cute! Like not just boy you look at in class when you're bored cute but boy you see at the airport and never again cute! And he was on your bed, in here, by yourselves, flirting with you!" Genesis rolled her eyes. "He was not flirting with me, Mel." She stood up from her bed, making her way back to her desk.

Who the hell writes essays for math?

"Oh my apologies, I forgot your heart belongs to one person only or whatever." Mel rolled her eyes rolling onto her back, facing the ceiling of their shared dorm. "Honestly Genesis, if you're not going to confess just get over him. This whole thing is putting a strain on you emotionally. Especially since you think he liked Gwanda anyways, and she doesn't even go here anymore."

"Perhaps, but the heart wants what it wants." "A shame his doesn't want you."

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒,

Frank Sinatra is an asshole if I'm being honest. Do you remember when we sat on the subway, that late night in December, making our way home? You gave into my music suggestions despite how different it is from yours. You handed me an earbud and let the beautiful melodies flood our eardrums, washing them with the velvety sonnet of his love. My head on your shoulder, your arm on my waist, it felt as if just the two of us were there in this world. I think that was the moment I began to hate that asshole. His work is a masterpiece if I'm being honest but he loves too loudly and I'd love it more if he could keep it inside like the rest of us. Sure other artists follow a similar format but my discrepancies lie solely with him.

And it's not like I haven't been given the opportunity to love. I love Melody, I love my brothers, despite everything I loved my mother, I love you. In fact God has thrown me into the hands of many lovers, always pushing me towards someone who could love me but they could never do so in the way I love you. Unfortunately, I believe my heart belongs to you. I am yours, the way the sea belongs to the moon, the way the moon belongs to the sky,

and even if the jealous stars break and shatter upon the milky way, I will still see heaven in your eyes.

And in mine, there is nothing you can see.

Loving you is the most exquisite form of self destruction. Time will rot at my bones, and desperation at my humility but I feel as if I'll be stuck here forever. And I'll stay here if I must.

Forever waiting,

— 𝙂.𝙎

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒

Not proofread. Sorta rushed.

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