The meeting
Chapter 2
AN: (Okay first of all thank you guys for viewing the story and reviewing it never thought this would happen though. Thanks for the reviews, as always If you like it please favourite it and review, enjoy!)
"Quentin…" She looked on with a glare that would chase any man away. Yet this strange on looker remained but she wasn't glaring at him. She practically ran towards Quentin, and proceeded to smack him hard against the face. He held his cheek for a while, before meeting her gaze. He seemed so sad to her, like a millennium had passed through his eyes that had a lot of regrets. Those beautiful mesmerizing eyes that would entice anyone for interest and a small conversation.
"Margo, I thought I would never see you-" She cut him off by hugging him tightly; leaving his arms up in the air and dumbfounded.
"Margo, I..."
"Shut up, the first one was for not contacting me. This hug is for you never to leave me again." They stood in the under the lamplight for a few seconds just snuggling into each other's soft embrace.
"Margo, I made a few mistakes but I'll be a paper boy for this amazing paper girl if she'll take me back." She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss and retreated. He almost immediately protested and looked stunned.
"Well, I seem to be intruding into matters that don't concern me, it was nice meeting you." The stranger said turning his back on them starting to walk into the cold night.
"Wait, don't you need a place to stay for a while? You sound like you need as much help as I do." He stopped and turned to them looking at Quentin, then at Margo, then back again.
"I can't ask you to do that for me, I've been running for a while now don't know anything else." He responded with a quite a sad voice and frown looking at Margo with some intent.
"Margo he just needs a job and place to hang out for a few weeks. Can you help out as a favour for me?"
"Sure you guys can follow me back to my apartment." Margo replied with a suspicious voice.
They passed central park and after ten minutes of walking through the street maze that was New York. Passing apartment after apartment, street lamps and benches were empty this late in the night. Quentin never let go of Margo's hand as they walked to her apartment, this moment reminded him of his first kiss with her, a clear starry night with the moon glowing brighter than anything that was visible.
As they approached Margo's apartment he was growing more and more nervous, would he lie to these two strangers two who was helping him in his dire time of need. He promised to himself that he would stop no more lies and truth as it would be his freedom into this new life. He closed his eyes and imagined being lost in a city where the darkness would encroach on him. It felt like he had been here before, at the crossroads of friends and the new beginning.
"Thank you, for your help, Margo was it?" he spoke to her in a soft and gentle voice not to invoke any anger.
"She turned her head towards him and smiled. "It's a pleasure although would you do me a favour and tell me your name? Don't want to go calling you stranger the whole time." He let out a small giggle.
"My name is Jason."
AN: (Who is this new stranger that has crossed paths with them who knows maybe i should just plan this more. Currently I'm just writing as the ideas come to me. But anyway please tell me what you thought about this chapter!)