I leave Grand Haven, Michigan at three in the morning because I can't wait until I get to Chicago. My favorite part about driving in the middle of the night is that no one is on the road so I can speed at 90 mph and higher. I take the roads that no one is on and neither are the cops.
I stop at Gary, Indiana at 6:00 am to take a rest. I sit in the back of my car and repaint my nails red. I flashback to painting my nails in Quentin's car and his face when he saw what I was doing, I laugh to myself as I imagine his expression. I wish I could go back to that night everyday.
I drive to a starbucks so I can get a caffeine coffee to keep me awake. What would life be like without caffeine? It would suck.
I keep driving father and father towards Chicago and finally arrive at 8:00 am. I park by the lake and just sit in front of it and smile at it.
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Paper Planes
FanfictionA Margo Roth Spiegelman fanfiction about what happens after she leaves Quentin. Will she ever see him again? Or meet someone new?
