Quentin's return.

Chapter 1

AU: (Hey everyone I'm just casually writing just to refine my writing skills. Please review if you can and want to. Enjoy!)

'It's been six months now.'

Six months since Quentin changed all his details and never contacting her even for a hearty hello. Margo was busy working with a small band organizing their equipment and the stage lights. It had been rough these few months, how she longed for the adventure of mischievous wrongdoings back at high school. She had run the thoughts through her head many times over, how she missed prom to just get away from that paper town, but it was necessary. The rustle and mumble of the rumours that she was the queen of high school, she didn't need that anymore. She was more outgoing now and enjoying the little things like how the lead singer would drink a mixture of tea and honey before each play at a bar, or how for instance the drummer always wore his same pair of gloves believing that they had luck intertwined with them.

'I have turned into a small paper girl. Yet I still haven't found what I'm looking for.'

She sighed, as the crowd screamed for an encore she sat back and just enjoyed the silent noises in her head. It was easy to ignore them; to her it was like kissing Quentin again, focusing on the kiss and just ignoring everything around you, embracing the soft lips or…

'Damnit, there I go again I should get him out of my head. He's probably moved on by now, forgotten about our kiss and just be his heroic little self-impressing boy.' As the band ended the show their manager came to Margo.

"Great work with the lights, didn't think those colours would work on the stage like that. You always outdo yourself."

Margo had a small grin on her face and looked at Justin. He was 35 years old and already going bold. He had a small belly but it was the entire excessive sugar intake that he took every day.

"I just followed the rhythm of one of their songs the rest was simply just timing; you should stop eating those mars candy bars. They're not good for you." Justin let out a small laugh. He knew she was right as always. "Maybe I should, but you still have to meet that mysterious boy you told me about and then maybe I'll follow our bet."She shook her head and smiled as she walked away getting ready to pack away all the lights and electronics.

'It's nice being a small paper girl, delivering papers to important places so no one would think anything was out of place.' That was how she ruled the school, doing minor things that would have a bigger impact on everyone. Always how she did it was always over exaggerated by all of her school friends. She was simply doing the unnoticeable thing at the right time so everyone would find their world a bit better. It was a quarter to twelve now , yet still she couldn't rest her mind was focused on what if . Those two words were clawing at her the whole time. What if Quentin came with her to New York how different would that be. What if she had stayed for prom, gotten a beautiful dress that would stun everyone and still dance with Quentin as planned.

'Damnit I should go out for some fresh air.'

She walked out of her apartment wearing a blue sweater with a small hoodie that would barely fit over her head. Apparently it was a factory fault, but she loved the idea that some small machine had a slight error with it shining needle. The moon was glowing brightly tonight illuminating the trees of central park and shining brighter than the street lights. It was a rare occasion when this happened, so she would enjoy it while it lasted. As she passed central park she noticed how two young men were talking erratically and loud. It took Margo a few minutes before she could hear their annoying voices.

"You see I didn't know what I was doing, I was so lost after he died. Everything and everyone blamed me, so I just deleted my life and ran. Haven't stopped since." He looked at the ground with a sound of sadness in his voice.

"We all have choices that we regret; some people just don't talk as easily as you do. My regret was that I lied myself into a corner that I couldn't return from. So I took all my money and ran. Seen a lot of things since then realized that I made mistakes yet I don't know how to fix them." He answered in return. Looking him in the eyes.

"I also lost 'her'." He retorted. He put an emphasis on that word, like a storm waiting to break open the rain and hail down the thunder. Margo was listening with such intention that she didn't notice the pole in front of her. She walked into and a loud clang went out, she stumbled and held her head for a few seconds not knowing if she should laugh at her own clumsiness or shout at the pole for being in front of her. She did something in between and stood for a moment looking at the two young men. That's when she recognized those eyes. "Quentin…"

AU: (So how's the cliffhanger?)