margo roth spiegelman.

Paper Towns page 81 chapter 9

" 'Come here,' she said, and I took a step forward. She hugged me, and the bags made it hard to hug her back, but if I dropped them I might wake someone. I could feel her on her tiptoes and then her mouth was right up against my ear and she said, very clearly, 'I. Will. Miss. Hanging. Out. With. You.'
'You don't have to,' I answered aloud. I tried to hide my dissapointment. 'If you don't like them anymore,' I said, 'just hang out with me. My friends are actually, like, nice.'
Her lips were so close to me that I could feel her smile. 'I'm afraid it's not possible,' she whispered. She let go then, but kept looking at me, taking step after step backward. She raised her eyebrows finally, and smiled, and I believed the smile. I watched her climb up a tree and then lift herself onto the roof outside of her second-floor bedroom window. She jimmied her window open and crawled inside.
I walked through my unlocked front door, tiptoed through the kitchen to my bedroom, peeled off my jeans, threw them into a corner of the closet back near the window screen, downloaded the picture of Jase, and got into bed, my mind booming with the things I would say to her at school."

i want to be her sometimes. right before she dissapeared.
i can do that.
i plan things. i just never go through with them. you'd be suprised by the planning that has taken place in that red journal.
you'd be suprised the maps and locations and routes i had marked.

i. will. miss. hanging. out. with. you.