Now we are here in the library. What now? What the hell made me want to drag her towards the library again?
"So, we're in the library now." I face my whole body towards Margaret, who's pouting like some sort of child. "Where's this 'important' shot you were talking earlier?" She puts up air-qoutes right up in my face.
"I didn't say it was an 'important' shot." I air-qoute it back at her face.
"True, you didn't say anything about an 'important' shot, but you did drag me here very eagerly, so I thought it must be an important shot." She gives me that smug smile that irritates me down to hell.
I roll my eyes in defeat. She's right though, I did drag her here quite eagerly. I don't know why, but I just her want to stay away from Amon as much as possible. So, in a panic, I decided to drag her whole body to the library. There's something about the way Amon talks to her makes me want to pull Margaret away from her. I don't know, I just have that kind of feeling. It's weird, but it feels natural.
"If you're just planning on standing there, and looking like you're somewhere inside your deep mind instead of doing this 'shot' you mentioned earlier..." Margaret's voice snaps me back to reality. She has her arms crossed and looking a bit annoyed. "Then I would gladly just leave you here alone."
"Where are you going then?" I didn't mean to raise my voice at her, but I did.
"Perhaps go back to finishing my self-portrait." She pouts her face again. I just realized she looks so darn adorable when she does that. "Maybe Amon is still there. I was having a great conversation with him until a certain someone interrupts us and pulls me away from him." She gave me that sinister gaze. I didn't also miss that fact how she gives a deep emphasis on Amon's name. "So, if you can excuse, I'm gonna go now." She starts to slowly, slowly walk away from me as if she's waiting for some cue.
She seems like she's planning on something, but I don't care about that. I need to find a way to make her stay. "Wait!" I quietly shout as I place a hand on her shoulder.
She turns her body around to face me again, still has her hands crossed. "What?" She raises an eyebrow, waiting for my response.
"What if we split up and look around to find a great spot to take a picture?" I don't have any explanation on why my hands are sweating. Whatever the reason is, it needs to stop sweating like a fountain.
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "Fine." With a soft groan, she walks towards the opposite of where I am going.
Wait a minute. "Hey, don't you dare bail on me here!" I quietly shout to her, hoping she heard it.
"Can't promise you that." She chuckles, making me suspicious of her. She's gonna bail on me, isn't she? I just know it.
With a sigh, I walk around the library, looking for the best spot to take a photo. I haven't thought this through, what will I make a shot in the library. The books? Maybe? Taking a photo of books is as boring as watching the paint go dry. The photo needs to be something that tells a story when a person sees it. It needs to have a beautiful subject.
After what it feels like an hour of walking around the library, I decided to cut off this whole library nonsense with Margaret, because clearly, I have no idea what we're supposed to do here. Scanning up and down the bookshelf just to find something interesting-as if a person like me would find a book at is interesting.
But to my judgement, there is. A book cover has caught my attention. I reach in for the book and look the title and the author of it.
Paper Towns by John Green
YOU ARE READING
Picture Perfect Night Sky
RomanceTwo people struggling with life as they do their best to find who they really are. One who's struggling with feeling a family love, while the other one confuse about their life goals, especially when their last relationship has blurred their vision...
