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I'm bored...

"you're really red" Margo chuckled a little as she looked at his face, "but yes, its hot in here" she didn't really know what to do next, it got kind of awkward. there was possible death in the next few minutes, and she had kinda liked him, but she really didn't want to do anything at all. but...

"Jackson" Margo looked at him "its okay, you don't need to find a way out" she kept looking at Jackson, waiting for a response. "look at me" she said sternly, she came to face Jackson in the eyes. "there is no way out, at least, I don't think. but let's see whats happens with that, guy. please"...

Margo was too terrified to protest. she quickly stripped down, even though Jackson was right beside her. she looked down as she stood there. she just wanted to go home, and why did they want her? after all, what was there to her? she just waited for the man to talk. she looked over at Jackson...

Margo just wanted to cuddle up with Jackson, I know that it was kind of stupid but still. she was terrified. she sat there in the back of the car, she inched her hand towards his, eventually she was squeezing his hand, hopefully not too hard. she watched him mouth something to her, but she...

"what?" Margo looked at Jackson, then the armed men came. Margo looked out the window at them, Jackson got out, soon after she did too. she looked at the men, then at Jackson. she wasn't sure what to even do, or who these people were.

"no, il be fine" Margo answered, she started to nibble on her thumb, one of her bad habits. she was kinda nervous on going, but she had no choice. she waited and waited till the taxi came, " oh, the taxi's here" she looked at Jackson.

"really? I, like me, Intimidated you?" Margo said, shocked "well, that's a first". She sat there silently, not knowing what to say. "uh, so..." she bit her lip a little, she looked at him up and down before looking at her hands.

"well, I thought you would kill me, so theres nothing much there" Margo smiled a little. she kinda poked at her food, "what did you think of me?" she was always wondering what people thought of her, but she never asked.

"eh, not really" Margo responded. Dating just wasn't her thing. she slowly ate her snack. she wasn't that hungry though. she kinda just sat in silence.

"what? no, ew" Margo cringed at the word "Relationship". she really wasn't one for "love", It just wasn't her thing. "are you in a relationship" She kinda wondered, why did he ask that?

"yes" Margo answered quickly, almost desperately "sorry, Its just I'm just dying for one right now" she looked at him in the eyes for a slip second before looking at her hands. she kind of felt rude for saying it so quickly. "so, uh, what do we talk about now?"

"Well" Margo started, her mind raced on what she should say "I'm 18, uh, I'm bad at this. I like music and writing.. I'm sorry, this is going horribly" she inhaled a sharp breath. "what about you, tell me about yourself?" she asked, intrigued.