We became a mystery.

Chapter 3

I am so lost by her warmth that i forget to breathe, i pass my hand through her hair which barely touches her shoulder blades and come back to hold her face. when she finally pulls away i exhale the air i was holding. I am so lost in her that i almost don't realize my phone is buzzing, i look away and check on the screen. Mom. Margo's checking my phone too and looks rather overwhelmed when she sees the name on the screen.
"I have to take this one." I say not even looking up.
"Uh sure..." She starts off the engine and pulls off the rocky driveway.
I force myself to breathe and answer the call.
"Hi mom" i begin miserably.
"Ben just called me and told me the craziest thing. He said he was on his way back home, but the funny part was that he said you weren't coming with them, so i told-"
"Mom he's right" i'm biting my lip so hard, the last thing i want to do is to hurt her.
"What?... No but you can't do that? Are you crazy? You can't do such a thing and even more before starting college. You had plans Quentin, you can't just throw them off like that. Just because some girl told you to do so." She's not sad. She's mad"
"Mom she didn't told me to stay. I want to do it. And it's not going to be forever, remember all those times you and dad told me to follow my dreams and be who i was and other crap like that? Well that's what i'm doing. I am following my dreams and for once in my life i am exited about something i do... Why does that have to be so bad?"
"I'm not saying it's bad i am saying it's stupid and very arbitrary. You can't just live out of whims... And how are you going to sustain yourself? Tell me which of you will be working to buy food and gas and clothes even?... Think it through love, is it really worth it?" My mom finishes and i am again, overthinking it. I think it's worth it. She is.
"I thought about it enough mom. I am going with Margo, you don't have to worry about me... I have some money saved from my birthdays and Margo has, too. We will manage. After all we're old enough to drive ourselves throughout the country right? Listen mom i know you think it's wrong and that it's the stupidest thing i could do but i need this. I need to do it mom." I don't know what else to say to make her understand that this is important for me. She doesn't answer right away but i can almost hear her breathing through the phone and taping her fingers on the counter, as usual. She let's out a sigh and simply tells me.
"You're a good kid Quentin, i trust you. Check your bank account later. Dad and i will miss you sooo much honey, the house won't be the same without you. We love you. Please don't stop calling and checking in, i can't live thinking something happened to you."
" oh my God mom THANK YOU! I love you both, and i'll miss you. Take care." And I hung up.
I remember my first day of middle school i had already figured out the hell that school was, i woke up and as soon as i could open my eyes without dozing off again, i cried so bad... I was sobbing because I didn't want to go to school anymore and knowing how my popularity was in school,i was scared to death that guys like Jace would bully me. My mom came into my room, not stressed out or angry or anything like that. She just sat next to me on my bed and hugged me, i don't know how they do it but moms always appear to know the right thing to do at the moment.
After that i felt a little better because i knew that no matter how shitty my day would be i could come home and that'd be enough to make it better. Now going with Margo, i'd loose that... My mom and her comforting words, and her love. I am so glad she accepted my choice of having my adventure.
"so everything okay?" Asks Margo looking into the road, I quickly check the rear view mirror and see that the little cottage house she was in is almost out of view.
"Yep. Great, actually my mom told me to check my balance later. I guess she'll deposit some cash in..." I trail off because i really don't want to talk about my mom. Or my dad, or Ben,or Radar, or home.
"Hey remember the book i was writing?" She asks me as if I didn't spend hours looking for it.
"Yeah sure, what about it" she looks the way she looked the night before she left, with her window rolled down and her hair flying in all crazy directions.
"Well y'know it's really weird. Don't tease me about it, but in my book there's a scene that reminds me of what's happening right now"
I raise my eyebrows and ask curiously
"Ahh yes? And what exactly is happening right now?" She looks at me as if i am the biggest idiot on Earth. Which is cute because i know she doesn't mean it.
"You. And me... Driving somewhere, just the two of us. Far away from home."
"Well i'm glad both of our dreams came true" i smile at the window.
"Hey i have a great idea! Why don't we stop at the next Cracker Barrel have some breakfast and you could show me your book!" I am enthusiastic about this, she's been writing this for so long, and i am one of the characters meaning she could have thought of me while I had the idea i was invisible to her.
"No. No way. That's rule number one of traveling with me. No showing my notebook."
"Come on Margooooo! What's rule number two?" I say trying not to push her too much.
"There is no rule number two..."
"Well i have a great number two. No rules at all." I goofily smile at her and she just says.
"Nope."
"C'on aren't you going to let your boyfriend see your oh-so-private notebook?" I say this, of course, before i can think about it.
Margo smiles and glances a look at me.
"My boyfriend? I don't have one. I haven't been asked..."
This is it. I am done. I fake a British accent and say putting one hand in my heart and the other in her direction
"Wilt thou my princess be my girlfriend" she doesn't say yes. She's too busy making fun of me.
"That was literally the worst fake accent i've ever heard" Margo keeps on laughing and after she wipes a tear from her face i let her regain her composure.
"No seriously though, do you?"
"I'd love to." She says looking at me... we're both so distracted looking at each other that we don't see the car coming towards us.