A/N- I personally like this chapter better than the first one, I'm not exactly sure why, but I do. Hope you all like it. Review? Review.
((DISCLAIMER: I do not own Paper Towns.))
CHAPTER 2: "Paper Boy"
I remember standing outside the window of his new apartment for the first time. He lived on the third floor, but his window was next to the fire escape, which I was thankful for. I'm not sure why though. It hurt me to see him; to see the hope in his eyes; to see the sadness; to see him not wanting to listen when I tell him to go back to bed. I don't know why I always returned to him. But I did anyway.
It had been awhile since I'd visited and hadn't been keeping track of him lately. But I knew he'd be there, he was my paper boy that easily bent to my will. He wouldn't leave me. I climbed up the stairs and waited outside the window, staring into the darkness of his room, I heard movement. Moments later, he appeared. I fought back my smile as he fought back the words I could tell he wanted to say. But then I heard a voice, not his, a girl's, "Come back to bed, Q."
I wanted to run away, run far away, but I didn't; I couldn't. I just stared back at him, feeling tears escaping from my eyes and sliding down my cheeks. Sometimes paper cuts hurt the most. Quentin starts to slide open the window, he has tears in his eyes too, I shake my head at him, "Go back to bed, Q," my mouth struggles to get the words out.
As soon as he turns around, I step to the left of the window and sit on one of the stairs leading upwards. I pull a notebook out of my bag as I clutch my chest realizing that all this time I still had one string left. And. It. Just. Broke.
~theeShadyLady~