Margo and Q belong to John Green. 3
I flipped through another pile of cds as the door swung open and another burst of hot air interrupted the air conditioning. The little bell rang to announce a girl coming in. I turned my head and she smiled at me. Inodded in greeting and went back to picking a cd. She went to look in a section near mine where I could see her. She seeemed mysterious in a way that you wanted to know more about her; you wanted her to notice you. The bell rang again and her blue, blue eyes flitted to the door and back to a cd. She smirked and pretended she hadn't done anything.
"Guess who?" said the puffy-haired boy, his hands over her eyes. Her smirk became a grin as she put her electric-blue painted fingernails over his hands.
"You're late."
I tried not to listen, but couldn't help it. She spun around and his hands moved to her back as she kissed him. I felt my face grow hot. He moved one of his hands to take the hat from the top of her head.
"Hey!" She giggled and broke the kiss as dark hair covered her neck and forehead. He raised his arm up as far as it would go, where she definitely couldn't reach it. She took the black-rimmed glasses off the bridge of his nose.
"Hostage!"she screamed. He returned the hat, and she his glasses.
"What do you say to giving me a tour of the rest of the city?" he asked.
"I say that sounds lovley, my darling Q." She returned the cd to its shelf and put her arm around his waist. He put his around her shoulder and drank from a bottle of Mountian Dew. SHe took it directly from his mouth without waiting for him to finish his sip and chugged the rest. They both laughed and left the music store.