Paper Towns Page #7

You're acting very strange.

You are.

You got a weird little

grin on your face.

What is that about?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Scoot! Scoot.

Ben, did you notice

something about him?

He looks kinda

strange, like he's...

You're grinning or

something. What happened?

I have news.

What?

I'm going to prom

with Lacey Pemberton.

Holy sh*t! Really?

Yeah.

Congratulations, man.

I know, dude.

Bloody Ben

and Lacey Pemberton.

Angela and I had sex.

Dude!

What?

- What?

You just had sex

with Angela?

Bro, are you serious?

Yeah. Don't tell her

I told you.

What are you guys

talking about?

Books.

Books?

Books?

I told them.

Bro.

I thought you could

make it to Scranton.

I really did.

Shotgun!

Move!

All right, Radar, big man,

what's the ETA?

If we continue

at yesterday's pace,

we should be there

in four hours.

All right.

Dude, awesome. That leaves

an hour to find Margo...

tell her you love her.

Back in time

for an amazing prom.

Agloe, here we come.

Hey! Check it out,

ladies and gentlemen.

This is insane.

On a drive

I'm taking backroads

High against where

the rivers are flowing

I didn't think

that our love had grown

Cross the bridge

To redefine your pain

Wide awake

I rearrange the way

I listen in the dark

Dreaming of

starting up again

According

to Omnictionary,

this should be it.

Margo?

No?

Let's look around.

Okay.

Yeah, all right.

How are we doing on time?

If we wanna make it back for

prom, we should probably...

go.

She'll be here. I know it.

Q...

She'll be here. I know it.

I know it.

It's time to go, Q.

He's right.

Guys, we can't give up yet.

It's Margo.

She's probably sitting,

watching right now, laughing.

This is our final test.

You promised

we'd be back for prom.

Not that again. Seriously?

I don't wanna

miss prom, either.

Five seconds ago,

you couldn't get a date

to prom if your life

depended on it.

And now, suddenly,

it's the end of the world

if you're not there. Just because

you don't give a sh*t about prom...

it doesn't mean

that nobody else does.

Prom is more important

than your best friend?

That's what you're saying?

No. That's not

what I'm saying.

Why did you even come if you're

not gonna see this through?

Because I thought

it would be fun...

because I wanted to spend time

with my two best friends...

before we leave

for college and

probably never see

each other again.

Yeah, wasn't this

fun for you?

Not if I don't find Margo.

Don't you get it?

If I don't find Margo, it's

not fun. It's all for nothing.

Wow, okay.

What about you, Lacey?

Don't you wanna find her?

I thought I did...

but you know what, Quentin?

I came all this way because

I was worried about her.

Do you think she'd do

the same for me?

Would she do it for you?

Come on.

I'm gonna stay.

I'm gonna find a bus

back to Orlando.

Have a great prom,

everybody.

- Q.

No.

Go. Go.

Are you serious?

Q, let's go.

I'm not going! Okay?

I'm not going!

All right, great.

Good luck!

I'm trying to get home

to Orlando.

Here you go.

Okay.

Margo?

Quentin.

Hi!

I knew I'd find you.

I knew it.

I can't believe

you're here.

How are you?

Wait, what? What do you mean

you can't believe I'm here?

I'm just a little surprised.

Wait, what are you

surprised about?

I followed the clues...

I found that note

that you left in my door...

and then I saw the "You will

go to the paper towns..."

I read the whole

Walt Whitman...

and, you know...

You left those clues

for me, right?

Yeah, I always

leave clues...

Yeah.

...so you'd know I was fine.

That I was okay.

I didn't think you would

come all this way.

Wait, what did you think?

Quentin,

what are you doing here?

I'm in love with you.

You're in love with me.

Yes.

Quentin...

come on.

I've loved you

since we were kids.

And I've never stopped loving

you every single day since.

You're not in love with me.

Don't say that.

You don't even know me.

Yeah, I do.

Don't say that I don't...

I don't even know me.

Q, I have no idea who I am.

Why do you think I'm here?

I...

I thought...

Why are you here?

Can I buy you a drink?

Thank you.

I'd been planning to leave

for a while, actually.

I would graduate, do the

whole cap and gown thing...

and then, the next morning...

Poof.

Into thin air.

And then I found out about the

whole Jase thing, and that was it.

I couldn't take another

second of that place.

It was really that bad?

You know what it's like.

Yeah, but...

I don't know.

You had everything.

You were

Margo Roth Spiegelman.

That's it.

That's the problem, Q.

That's exactly

what I'm talking about.

People have always

looked at me

and seen

what they wanted to see.

And yes, I know...

I cultivated it a little.

"The myth of

Margo Roth Spiegelman."

But it's just a fantasy.

And there we were...

at the top

of the SunTrust building,

looking down on the city.

And all I could

think about...

was how I felt just as paper

as everything else.

Hmm.

So then you came here?

A paper town

for a paper girl.

Not a lot to do,

but it's a great place

to read and think.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

Where do I fit in

to all this?

You were

my first partner in crime.

I wanted you

to be my last.

And you surprised me

that night.

You really did.

You're a way better ninja

than I expected.

You know, Q,

I'm really sorry.

For what?

For all of it.

The clues.

Not being a better friend.

Ruining your last few weeks

of high school.

You didn't.

What?

You didn't ruin my last

few weeks of high school.

In fact...

I think they were

the best weeks of my life.

First party.

First road trip.

My first time

cutting class.

Everybody else is doing

things for the last time...

but I was doing them

for the first. So...

don't apologize.

Because...

none of that would have

happened without you.

Are you sure you don't

want to come back?

College, job, husband.

The allure

of a life rightly lived.

That's not me.

You know it isn't.

So, what's the plan?

I have absolutely no idea...

but I'm excited to find out.

You know, you...

you may not be the myth

we made you out to be...

but you're still

pretty something.

You're pretty something

yourself.

You could come with me,

you know.

You can't imagine

how many times

I dreamed

you would say those words.

But I have to go.

Hey.

Do you want to

call your sister?

She misses you.

We talk every day.

I'll see you.

What a treacherous thing it is

to believe that a person

is more than a person.

Margo was not a miracle.

She was not an adventurer.

She was not some fine,

precious thing.

She was a girl.

It took me a long time

to realize how wrong I was.

And not just about Margo.

I was wrong about

a lot of things.

I used to believe

everyone gets a miracle.

And I still do.

But as it turns out...

my miracle...

was this.

Don't stop, no

I'll never give up

And I'll never look back

just hold your head up

And if it gets rough

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