Paper Lives

Chapter 12

Quentin's POV
So we got some things from the gas station for our journey. I almost forgot to tell you where we're going. So first were going to go to new York city and have spend some time there for a while and decide where to go next from there. I know what you're thinking. Why don't we just plan it out now so we don't get frustrated on where to go next. I'll tell you why.
I have a feeling that maybe one day Margo might stop to think of it that maybe she's not a paper girl and she doesn't need to go to other places anymore just because she thinks she's paper. I want her to feel different , I want her to love herself. Now, shes running away from places just because she thinks she's not good enough to be there. I want to help her appreciate herself. And that's why maybe someday we will end our journey and she could learn to appreciate how beautiful and intelligent she is. With me by her side, I'm pretty sure I could manage to make her feel pretty and needed everyday. When she finally learns to love herself, I'd settle down with her.

We were in my minivan on the way to new york.
"Hey Margo"
"Yea"
"Where would you like to go first your majesty"
"Haha I think we should go to the hotel first than we decide on what to do next because I'm really in the mood of sleeping"
"As you wish your royal highness"
She giggled
"Quentin"
"Yes Margo"
"Thank you"
"For what?"
"For loving me"
We looked at each other for a while and she went and grabbed my hand. Then I focused back on the road.
Come to think of it, I've never actually been this close to following my dreams. Here I am with this girl I've known since little having the time of our lives without any distractions.
We were on the way to our destination which we will reach in half an hour. We were talking and talking. We hadn't talked like this since we were little. It didn't matter what we said, we both knew what each other were talking about.
My hands in hers. Her life in mine. My life in hers.