we are, we are, we are rather helpless...
Murmurs
"Oh, come on!" I moaned, "This can not happen now!"
"Guess what? It is."
I glared spitefully at the impassive figure leaning against the wall. How could he be so calm? Did he not understand that this was an incredibly huge problem? He just was standing there doing nothing, hands shoved in his jean pockets. Honestly, how dare he be so unruffled by what was happening before our very eyes. Well, more like what was not happening before our very eyes. The elevator was not moving. It wasn't moving an inch. "You know what?" I paused dramatically, "I hate you."
Beneath the jet black hair, I could see that a smirk had crossed his face. The movement had caused his opaque sunglasses to shift so that they reflected the light from the top of the elevator back at me. It almost seemed like even the light was determined to mock me. What a bunch of jerks.
I let out an anguished sigh while I fretted about what we could possibly do to get out. Actually, what we could do to get myself out. He could stay in this miserable, cramped place until the lights burned through his sunglasses for all I cared. I glanced warily around the hovel and suddenly, shielded eyes met mine. I could see them glinting through his sunglasses.
"Why don't you, I don't know, use that phone to call for help?" He nodded his head towards the door.
My eyes darted in the direction he had gestured, and my eyes settled on the phone I hadn't seen. Like all elevator phones, it was hanging beneath the buttons for each floor. Oops. I guess I overlooked that tiny detail. Of course, exactly like everything else, it looked dingy. This caused me to blurt out a little too quickly, "Are you kidding me? I'm not touching that thing!"
He chuckled, "Just as I thought."
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"This is too much for you. To be completely honest, I was extremely surprised you even came."
I defiantly took a step towards him. I raised my chin to look him straight in the face, which gained a slight raise of his eyebrow. "Just because you're used to everything around you being dirty, doesn't mean everyone else enjoys it."
"You don't like being around filth?" His pink tongue darted out and slowly wet his lips, "Then what are you doing here with scum like me?"
At a loss for words, I diverted my gaze to the wall next to me. He was right. I didn't belong here. What do you say when someone can see right through you? I was concentrating on not looking at him, but I still couldn't help but notice how grungy the railings were. I felt him take a step closer to me. Not being able to help myself, I looked up. I never could stand that kind of intimidation. To my utter shock, I met brilliant, ocean blue eyes, which peeked through the few charcoal pieces of hair that hung down his face. Even with his sunglasses pushed back to hold most of the strands, he couldn't stop some from escaping. My hand reached up to move more hair away from his face, but immediately, his lips had captured mine. Instinctively, my eyes closed. I stumbled slightly backwards, but he just pressed me against the wall without ever missing a step. Seemingly all too soon, he pulled away.
Taking a sharp breath in, I opened my eyes to see him placing the sunglasses, once again, over his eyes. He turned to the front of the elevator with his dark hair unrestrained as it was before and crouched down to pick up the phone. I blinked rapidly, trying desperately to put together how we had come to be in that particular position only moments ago. I felt dizzy; my head was swimming with questions. I heard him speaking to someone on the phone, but the words only reached my ears as murmurs.
"Oh, come on!" I moaned, "This can not happen now!"
"Guess what? It is."
I glared spitefully at the impassive figure leaning against the wall. How could he be so calm? Did he not understand that this was an incredibly huge problem? He just was standing there doing nothing, hands shoved in his jean pockets. Honestly, how dare he be so unruffled by what was happening before our very eyes. Well, more like what was not happening before our very eyes. The elevator was not moving. It wasn't moving an inch. "You know what?" I paused dramatically, "I hate you."
Beneath the jet black hair, I could see that a smirk had crossed his face. The movement had caused his opaque sunglasses to shift so that they reflected the light from the top of the elevator back at me. It almost seemed like even the light was determined to mock me. What a bunch of jerks.
I let out an anguished sigh while I fretted about what we could possibly do to get out. Actually, what we could do to get myself out. He could stay in this miserable, cramped place until the lights burned through his sunglasses for all I cared. I glanced warily around the hovel and suddenly, shielded eyes met mine. I could see them glinting through his sunglasses.
"Why don't you, I don't know, use that phone to call for help?" He nodded his head towards the door.
My eyes darted in the direction he had gestured, and my eyes settled on the phone I hadn't seen. Like all elevator phones, it was hanging beneath the buttons for each floor. Oops. I guess I overlooked that tiny detail. Of course, exactly like everything else, it looked dingy. This caused me to blurt out a little too quickly, "Are you kidding me? I'm not touching that thing!"
He chuckled, "Just as I thought."
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"This is too much for you. To be completely honest, I was extremely surprised you even came."
I defiantly took a step towards him. I raised my chin to look him straight in the face, which gained a slight raise of his eyebrow. "Just because you're used to everything around you being dirty, doesn't mean everyone else enjoys it."
"You don't like being around filth?" His pink tongue darted out and slowly wet his lips, "Then what are you doing here with scum like me?"
At a loss for words, I diverted my gaze to the wall next to me. He was right. I didn't belong here. What do you say when someone can see right through you? I was concentrating on not looking at him, but I still couldn't help but notice how grungy the railings were. I felt him take a step closer to me. Not being able to help myself, I looked up. I never could stand that kind of intimidation. To my utter shock, I met brilliant, ocean blue eyes, which peeked through the few charcoal pieces of hair that hung down his face. Even with his sunglasses pushed back to hold most of the strands, he couldn't stop some from escaping. My hand reached up to move more hair away from his face, but immediately, his lips had captured mine. Instinctively, my eyes closed. I stumbled slightly backwards, but he just pressed me against the wall without ever missing a step. Seemingly all too soon, he pulled away.
Taking a sharp breath in, I opened my eyes to see him placing the sunglasses, once again, over his eyes. He turned to the front of the elevator with his dark hair unrestrained as it was before and crouched down to pick up the phone. I blinked rapidly, trying desperately to put together how we had come to be in that particular position only moments ago. I felt dizzy; my head was swimming with questions. I heard him speaking to someone on the phone, but the words only reached my ears as murmurs.