Paper Lives

Chapter 6

Margo's POV
I felt hungry all of a sudden. I'm on my way to my next stop. I think I might just stop for lunch since I couldn't manage to go anywhere if I don't eat.
Luckily there was a seafood restaraunt nearby and I quickly made a stop to fill up my empty stomach. God I was hungry. I could eat anything when I'm hungry. I'm serious.
I didn't knew what to choose from the menu since I don't eat seafood very often.
I was taking so long to choose so the waiter came and asked me if I had problems choosing. And out of nowhere I say catfish. I didn't know where that can from but it sure saved the waiter a lot of time. He quickly wrote that down and asked if I wanted any drinks.
"I'll just have plain water"
"Alright"
"Oh wait, do you have mountain dew?"
"Yah we do"
"Uhm I'll have that instead"
Then he left me and gave me a "you're so weird" face. I thought about why I ordered again and again because I actually thought it could've meant something. How could I say catfish out of nowhere?
Then it all comes back to me.
I remember the night I was with quentin. I remembered everything.
I don't know why can't I stop thinking if him. I remembered the time we danced on the top floor of the SunTrust building and I also remember the time we kissed in agloe. It all just came back to me when I thought I managed to forget about it after that dream I had.
I felt very eager to go see quentin. I want to go meet him again. I wanted to see him again. Love him again.
I quickly grabbed my mountain dew and payed for my meal without eating it and went straight back to my car.
Quentin's college would be 5 hours from here and I have to go now. I want to see him as soon as possible. I couldn't wait.

Quentin's POV
It was a hot day today so I decided to just stay in my dorm. I was on my bed the whole afternoon while reading the book I found in Margo's room when I was looking for her a few months ago. It was called "Leaves Of Grass" by Walt Whitman. It was a very good book of course and that is why I have read it over and over again. The parts margo highlighted back then were still there so that ruined my plan of forgetting about margo. I can't forget someone without knowing that there are still little things surrounding me acting as a reminder of how I used to love Margo Roth Spiegelman.
After a whole hour just looking up to my ceiling thinking about Margo I decided to go to bed early since I couldn't handle the fact that I'm not with the girl of my dreams anymore.
Or the girl who used to be the girl of my dreams.

Suddenly something interrupted my sleep. There was a silhouette standing in front of me. I couldn't see clearly because I just woke up in the middle of the night but I could see that my window was wide open.
Then this silhouette turned out to not be the scariest of all but the one that could make me the happiest of all.
Yes. Surprisingly it was.
It was the girl I fell in love with all my life. And I think I still am.
It was Margo Roth Spiegelman.