Paper Lives

Chapter 8

Q's POV
I can't remember what happened last night but all I care about is the girl I've loved all my life is right here. Next to me. Sleeping tight and hugging me as she let's out small exhales of air on my body. I could feel her warmth and how she really did have feelings for me.
I woke up before her just to watch her sleep. She looks beautiful as always. I give her a kiss on the cheek and continue looking at her. I loved how her back was slightly arched due to all those road trips. I love how she was very adventurous. Not scared to discover. Not scared to take risks. Not scared of everything. Shed been loving a life of her own all this time. Shed been making life so good.
As she woke up, smiling at me. I didn't go to school today. One of my classmates knocked on my door and I told him I was having a bad fever so I can stay in bed with this girl the whole day.

She woke up with her bright blue eyes staring at me.
"Good morning"
"Morning sleepyhead"
She went and pulled me closer so she could kiss me. I loved her smell. The scent of coffee in the morning, the smell of lavender which had always been my favorite scent. I love this girl. I love how she can remind me of everything in the world by just starring at her. I loved how she will laugh to very joke I make. I love how her smile can be my medicine to all kinds of diseases. She reminded me of my basic needs. Without her, I'm nothing but just quentin. With her, I'm the quentin who's living his life properly and living it so good before I die.

Margo's POV
I was awoken by qs kiss on my cheek which had let me to feel his warm lips on my cheeks. I really need him in my life. I wish I had spent most of my time with him. But past is past and right now I'm with the boy of my dreams. He's looking at me and I'm looking at him.
I want to take him with me. I want to make him mine.
I want to travel the world with him. Not only because I love him but also because he understands me and that night when we went for an awesome adventure, I had discovered that he was the q from my journal. He had always been that q. I knew deep inside him, he still had it. He still was the q I remembered.
Im in his room. Cuddling next to him. I think today is going to be a very lazy day. I just want to lay in bed with him and tell him stories about my adventures while I give him kisses and hugs. At this moment I knew he was mine.
My q