Chapter 15

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Qs POV
The next stop was very close. We planned to stop by the museum just to actually learn something since I dropped out of college reasonless.
I had a reason okay. It was a good one.
So as we arrived. We bought two tickets and went on the museum tour. It was all sabout the history of America. I found it interesting. Margo did like it. But not all of it. She felt bored soon so I had to leave early joining her back into my rv.
Then, she fell asleep in the rv.
I called it a day. We only did one thing. I guess margo was really bored.
Once we arrived margo was still sleeping.
There was one fact I knew about margo, is that its hard to wake her up. When I mean hard, I mean really hard.
After several times trying to wake her up, I had no choice but to carry her.
I carried her all the way through the lobby ignoring the people looking at me like I kidnapped a girl. Up the lift and into our room. I layed her gently on the bed and tucked her in. As I lay her down, she snuggled into TV e blanket and suddenly opened her eyes.
"What happened?" She was still a bit drowsy because of just waking up.
I was panting in front of her trying to catch my breath. Oh boy she was heavy.
"Nothing much"
Then, she reached for my hand so I came closer. She immediately pulled me leading me to fall onto the bed with her. She hugged me tight and soon fell back to sleep on my shoulder.
Margo can be a bit clingy sometimes but she makes everything easier. That's why I love this girl.
Sooner or later we were boh sleeping.

I was sleeping very good till I heard a voice call me.
"Q. Q, wake up"
"Huh, what. What's wrong?"
"Can we go somewhere."
"Umm yeah sure."
I was in the mood of sleeping and being angry at whoever woke me up. But I guess because its margo, id do anything. Ugh.

We went down and go into my rv. We didn't stop anywhere, we just drove around town. There was no one around since it was 2 o clock in the morning. Once again margo had the window rolled down with her hair backwards blown by the wind I remembered the night we spent together.
That wonderful beautiful night.

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