5:35 am.
“I’M NOT PEEING INTO THAT BOTTLE, MIKE.” I screamed through the elevator. I clenched my legs closer together, trying to stop the uncomfortable feeling I had under in my stomach. It was no use of course. It made it worse as a matter fact.
“I did it too!” Mike said as a defense he held up the plastic bottle that now contained a yellow fluid. I had to try really hard not to barf.
“It’s easier for you, because you have a dick.” I tried to explain. “I will pee all over the floor, I’m sure of it.”
Mike dragged his hand over his face. “We’re going to be in here for another while. Are you really going to hold it for another two and a half hours?”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not peeing in front of you.”
I was quite aware that I looked like a five year old that had just been told she couldn’t get a popsicle.
“Ohhhh. That’s what it’s about, huh?” Mike said as he lowered the bottle. “I will look the other way, don’t worry. Just like you did when I peed.”
I groaned. “You can still hear it.” I mumbled, pouting.
Mike raised his eyebrow. “What does that matter? Everyone pees, it’s a natural thing.”
I shot him a glare and he raised his hands in defense. “Alright, it’s your bladder. I won’t be cleaning up this place if you explode anyway.”
I chuckled, which wasn’t smart, because it made my need to pee heavier. To be honest every movement made the need to be heavier. “It would be all over you, though.” I said.
He shrugged. “I’ll just drag my sweater over my face and put my arms into my sleeves and then, when you’re done exploding and my clothes are all wet of pee, I’ll just take off my clothes. With you gone, it doesn’t matter if I’m naked anyway.”
“You’re aware, that whoever is going to fix this elevator will find you naked then, right?” I said, really getting annoyed by my bladder. He was right, I wasn’t going to make it another two hours, but I needed to at least try.
“It doesn’t matter.” He said and he shrugged. “I have a great body. People can see it.” And he put his hand on his hip. He looked really sassy and I threw my head back and laughed.
“So everyone can see you naked, except me? That’s basically what you’re saying, right?” I asked. I was going to play this game along as long as I could.
“I feel like you’re not comfortable with seeing me naked.” He said and he put on his thinking face.
“And the rest of the world is?”
“Definitely.”
I laughed. I couldn’t believe how much we drifted off from the first subject of the conversation. It has been like this for the past hour. “What were we talking about, again?”
I asked, totally forgotten about it.
“You needed to pee, I said: just pee in the bottle.” He said after a few seconds of thinking.
“right…I’m not going to do it.” I said, shaking my head.
“Whatever.” He said laughing.
I looked away and tried to think of something else to distract myself from the need to let everything flow.
The first memory that popped into my brain was one of my father, my little brother Elijah and me. I was probably seven years old and my brother was four. It was one of the last memories I had with my father. It was a year before he had left us.
“Dad, I can’t go up like this!” I had said to my father. “I have to pee really bad.”
I curled my bottom lip and pouted. I was about to go up on stage with my little brother, for a children’s talent show.
We were on vacation in Mexico and we were staying in this resort where they organized all these little events for children that stayed in the resort. Back then, I was convinced that I was an amazing dancer. I was inspired by the ballroom dancers on TV and I wanted to do that.
So I grabbed my little brother as a partner and we practiced all week.
Now me, Elijah and my dad were staying behind the curtains of the stage. I actually needed to get up, but my bladder was failing me back then too.
“It’s just the nerves, Amara.” My dad said and he stroked my hair. “You’re going to be okay.”
I jumped up and down out of frustration and made my tiny hands into fists. “But dáaaad, I really really really need to pee.”
He thought for a moment. “How big is the problem exactly?” He said and he kneeled down before me so his eyes were on the same height as mine.
“this big!” I said and I stretched my arms out very wide.
He shot me a serious look. “Oh, that’s pretty big darling.”
I nodded intensely. Behind his we could hear the host of the show get a little bit stressed out. “There seems the be a of a problem.” She said to the audience, panic clearly evident in her voice. She looked at my dad and my dad just shrugged at her.
“You’ve been working so hard on this, Amara. Just hold it for a few minutes. You can pee when your amazing performance is over.” My dad said as he put his large hands on my little, skinny shoulders.
I looked down at my white tutu. To be honest, I didn’t really care about the show anymore. That’s how things work when you are a kid. You want something and a few moments later you don’t really care about it anymore.
“But dad-“ I began, but I was cut off by Elijah pulling my tutu. “Amara, we need to go up now!” he said with his still high voice.
“Your brother is right, darling.” My dad said as he turned me around and started to gently push me towards the stage. “it’s going to be okay!”
I started panicking, but my dad pushed me on stage and my brother followed. The audience started clapping for us and I suddenly became very nervous.
There was no turning back now and I tried to resist the urge to run off stage. The music started to play and my brother started doing his routine. I did a few moves, but they weren’t how they used to be, all I could think about was that I really needed to pee.
And then, it happened. I couldn’t control it anymore. I tried to resist it, but it just got out. A yellow stain was formed on my white dressed and a little puddle was visible under my feet.
“Ew!” Elijah screamed through the room and he let go of me. The audience gasped.
I started crying and ran off stage, right in my fathers arms. He hugged me even though I smelled horrible and he carried me to our hotel room, while holding my little brother’s hand.
It was by far the most embarrassing moment I had had in my twenty-five years on this earth. It made me realize that peeing in front of a stranger wouldn’t be half as embarrassing as peeing my pants in front of that same stranger.
I sighed. “Give me the bottle.” I said holding out my hand.
Mike was lying on the floor and he lifted his head up a little as I spoke. “But I thought you weren’t going to do it.”
I made an impatient gesture with the hand I was sticking out. “I can’t hold it okay?”
Mike got up very slowly, probably to tease me. He grinned as he looked through his backpack and got out the plastic bottle. He handed it me and I pulled up my nose at it.
He turned around to face the wall. “Don’t you dare look, because I will make the next few hours a living hell for you.” I said and I tried to sound as threatening as I could.
I heard him grinning, but he eventually put up his right hand. “I swear not to look.”
I sighed and put the bottle on the ground. I tried to open the button of my jeans and unzipped it.
I looked at Mike before I pulled it down. He was facing the wall. I was incredibly scared that he would look, that would be so embarrassing. I don’t know this guy, he might have sworn it, but maybe that meant nothing to him.
I sighed and zipped up my pants again. “Turn around. We’re going to do this differently.”
He looked over his shoulder to me with a surprised face. I ignored his look and started to search his backpack. Eventually I found the black sweater and pulled it out.
I walked over to him and covered his eyes with the sweater. I tied the sleeves together behind his head.
I stood back to look at him. It was impossible for him to see something now. I grinned, proud of myself for this idea.
He sighed. “You really don’t trust me, do you?”
“I don’t trust people I only know for four hours.” I said and I heard him chuckle.
I unzipped my pants and lowered them. I leaned over the bottle, but although I needed to pee really bad, it didn’t come out.
“Ugh, can you hurry up?” Mike groaned, his voice was muted by the sweater.
“It’s hard for girls to pee standing up okay! Just shut up.” I said annoyed. I suddenly realized that I was peeing in front of a stranger, in a bottle, in an elevator. What has happened to my life?
Mike made a zip gesture at the place where is mouth is supposed to be, like he was zipping up his mouth. I chuckled.
Eventually I succeeded and the embarrassment was overshadowed by the relieve. Believe me holding up your pee for three hours is not fun.
Mike started clapping and cheering as soon as I shut the bottle again. I shook my head. “Shut up idiot.” I said laughing.
“Can I look again?” Mike asked, while I put the bottle back in his backpack.
I looked down to make sure my jeans were zipped up again. “Yeah, take it off.”
Mike moved his hands to the back of his head to untie his sleeves. “Jeez, why did you tie them so tight?”
“To make sure you wouldn’t look.” I said and I laughed at him struggling to get it off.
“Do you really think I’m that eager to see you pee? I rather not see that, to be honest.” He said.
“You can never be too sure.” I said while I was watching him, with my arms crossed over my chest.
Eventually he just gave up and let his arms down. “Can you help me?”
I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. I kneeled down before him sitting on the ground. I moved my hands to the back of his hand and untied the sleeves.
“You’re such an idiot.” I grinned as I removed the sweater from his eyes. His chocolate brown eyes appeared and he smiled back at me.
For some reason I was caught in his stare for a moment. There was some sort of tension between us, that wasn’t there before.
Our grins slowly faded into softer smiles. He looked down at my lips. I knew what was about to happen if I didn’t look away, so I forced myself to look away. Which was harder than it should’ve been.
I moved to the other side of the elevator and sat down against the wall. What the fuck was that? For a few seconds I actually felt attraction towards this asshole. It surely was just something that happened in the moment. It was just because we were both hungry and bored. That’s why it happened I guess.
Maybe he didn’t even notice what happened and it was just me. I could’ve imagined him looking at my lips. Although I had the feeling I hadn’t. Was he about to kiss me?
It wasn’t weird that it happened actually. We’ve been trapped in a little space together for four hours, it was bound to happen.
When you’re trapped with just one person, you get to know that person real fast, I’ve learned that know. Everything went faster, I had definitely never become friends with someone this fast. Did the same count for attraction?
It didn’t matter to be honest. I wasn’t going to let anything happen. We were both not thinking straight. We were hungry, bored and thirsty. Besides, he had just broke up with his girlfriend, so he was more sensitive for this things now anyway.
Why am I even thinking about this like something happened? We just exchanged looks, that’s all. That was probably one of my worst habits, I always made something big of something very small.
“So, wanna play poker again?” I asked, trying to sound like I hadn’t noticed what just happened.
I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes. Or did I just imagine that? The look was gone soon though. “Challenge accepted.” He said and a grin appeared on his face.
“Why do you say that? You know you’re going to win anyway.” I said rolling my eyes.
He sighed and shook his head. “It was a cool phrase, why do you have to ruin it?”
“Because I fear you’ll might become too cool with those cool phrases.” I said sarcastic and I scooped to the middle of the elevator to grab his backpack and search for the box of cards. I couldn’t find them.
“That’s a logical thought, but I fear I’m already too cool.” I heard him say.
“Where did you put the cards?” I said ignoring his joke.
“In one of the side pockets.” He said. I looked to the bag only to see that it had a lot of little pockets.
I heard him chuckle and he scooped closer to me. “Here, I’ll take it.” He moved his hand towards one of the pockets, but our hands went to the same pocket at the same time and our hands touched. It took a few seconds before I pulled back. My stomach did flips and I could feel my heart beat speed up.
Stop this, Amara! This is a guy who is not your type, who just comes out of a relationship and who you will never see again in a few hours.
What was wrong with me? I just met the dude!
Mike acted like he didn’t notice anything happen, or he really didn’t notice. I couldn’t really tell, to be honest. I’ve never been able to read emotions from someone’s face.
He took out the box of cards and we started to play poker, acting like nothing happened. I noticed we were both very good at that.
Although everything went back to the way it was before, for some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was weird, maybe I was delusional or something.
I needed to hold on for at least a few hours and then we would be saved out of here. But maybe, I should let it happen, I suddenly thought. I mean, I was never going to see him after this anyway. If he would turn me down or it would get really awkward, then at least I would never have to see him again.
I looked to him. He was dividing the cards over the floor with a slight smile on his face. I suddenly noticed that his smile made him very attractive. Normally I wasn’t really into these type of guys, you know, guys with lots of tattoos, but for some reason they looked good on him.
I shook my head and tried to focus on the game of cards he had laid down on the floor. I really needed to stop thinking about it, because my thoughts were all over the place. I couldn’t seem to make my mind up about it.
But as always, when I tried to not think about something, I accidently kept thinking about it.

Notes

heeeyy guys!!

So yeah, I wanted to point out the awkward and bad things about being stuck somewhere. Having to pee really pee is one of them. XD I think I succeeded at making this really awkward. Succes!

Btw, a little question. If they were to have sex ( don't say it will happen, just for if it'll happen) Should I write it smut style? Tbh, I've never done that before and I think I'll suck at it. Besides, my little sister reads this fanfic, that will only make it more weird... but just let me know if you guys want that.

ugh I'm litterally almost eightteen years old and I'm still not comfortable talking about sex. Jeez, Nicky grow up!

xxxxx

Nicky

ps. some shameless promotion. My other story is not doing that good as it used to anymore. I'm really proud of that story, So I was hoping you could give it a look if you haven't already ;) click here. It's called the pact and it's a Vic story.