2:24 pm
Oh my god! We’re saved! Someone is there! I let out a deep breath I was holding in. I suddenly realized I was soon able to pee normally again, to drink water or coffee and to eat. Things that were completely normal to me before this night, but now I knew how lucky I was to have these things. If I came out of here, I would definitely send a check to third world country or something, just because they did days without food and water and I suddenly had a lot more respect for them.
“Yes!” I yelled, my voice has never sounded more relieved. “Thank god! We have been in here for hours! The elevator is stuck.”
The man waited a while before he said something back. “Are you alright in there? With how many are you? Are you wounded?” he eventually said back. I hear the woman mumble something in the distance.
“Yes we’re alright. We’re with two people. A man and a woman. We’re not wounded, but we haven’t eaten in a long time.” I yelled back. I feel tears wetting my cheeks. The relieve just watched over me. I guess the exhaustion made me more vulnerable.
“Okay, we’ll find you help!” The man said back and then I here two pair of footsteps running away from the elevator. A flinch of fear goes through my body. What if they just go away without finding help? Or what if they can’t find help? I shook those thoughts away. I have to believe it will be alright, otherwise I will break down more than just a few tears.
Suddenly I realized I wasn’t alone in the elevator. For the first time I had totally forgotten about the six foot tall man that had been in this elevator with me these last twelve hours.
I turned around to see Mike exactly where I had left him, leaning with his shirtless back against the elevator wall. For some reason he didn’t seemed so relieved and happy as I was. A little disappointment was visible in his eyes and I couldn’t help but wonder why.
Then I realized it probably was because we just got interrupted while we almost had sex. I started blushing suddenly aware of the fact that I was standing in just my bra. I took up my shirt from the floor and threw it over my head.
What was I thinking? I never did something like this. Of course I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but I wasn’t the type to sleep around. And definitely not in such a weird place as an elevator.
Mike suddenly chuckled and I looked at him with a still bit embarrassed face. “What?” I snap at him, but my voice lacked power.
He shakes his head, lifts himself up with his hands and walks towards me. “ Just the irony of how fast you put your shirt on while only a few minutes ago you were just as fast at taking mine off.”
I felt the blood rushing to my face. I couldn’t believe it either. But at that moment I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. It was like I couldn’t think anymore and now he was standing so close to me I could feel the same feeling coming back.
I opened my mouth to say something, but couldn’t think of the words anymore. I opened it a few times more, but without success. I heard Mike let out a chuckle again as I was trying my best not to look him in the eyes.
Eventually he just took my chin in his right and dragged me towards him, his lips crashing on mine again. And yet again, every thought escaped my mind. Maybe it was the danger of this all. The fact that we were in public, the fact that he was a reall different guy of what I would normally go for, maybe that was what dragged me in. But that still wouldn’t explain the spell he had on me, the spell that made me weak inside.
He moved his lips from mine again and I still didn’t dare to look at him. I had the feeling I would explode if I did. I heard him let out a chuckle again and I decided not to ask what he was thinking again.
His hand left my chin and for some reason I wish it hadn’t. He walked towards the shirt in the corner of the elevator and took it up, pulling it over his head.
“Why exactly have you lost your tongue so suddenly?” He asked, sitting back against the elevator wall. “Normally you’re so talkative.”
I laughed. “Normally? You know me for twelve hours!” I was kind of kind of dodging the question and I hoped he hadn’t noticed it. I felt kind of out of place and uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to, so I just crossed my arms over my chest still standing at the place I stood when he had kissed me.
He laughed. “Well you’ve had quite a clear opinion the last twelve hours and now you’re standing there all shy.” He gestured to me. “And one thing I know is that you’re not shy.”
I dropped my hands in defeat. He saw right through me. Or maybe the uncomfortableness was just readable on his face.
“I’m just not good at this okay!” I said defensive, refusing to look at him.
“Good at what?”
“At this!”
“At being in an elevator?”
I think he knew very good what I meant. He was just teasing me.
“You know what I mean…” I said softly.
“No, I don’t. Tell me about it.” He said and when I finally decided to look at him I saw him smirking. Asshole. I took up his sneaker that he had taken out a while ago and threw it at him. I landed on his chest, but very soft, I wasn’t very athletic or such.
He laughed at me and then his face softened. He patted on the space next to him, basically asking me to sit next to him.
I doubted for a few seconds, but then I realized it would be stupid to just stand here doing nothing. So I walked towards him and sat next to him.
I looked at him, expecting him to say something, but he expected me to do the same I guess. At least that was how his expression was.
Was he really expecting me to say it? Just to tease me? Or maybe he just wanted me to state that I had almost slept with him, just to help his ego. Guys are like that.
Eventually I sighed. “I have never been very good at relationships, or sex okay? Well at least not at handling the awkwardness after…You know what I mean…And I never had a one night stand before.” My head turned red again and I looked to my feet. I didn’t want to see his reaction now. For some reason I expected him to laugh at me or to be scared away.
“Why aren’t you? And that’s okay, you’re not missing a lot.” He said. What the fuck did he mean with that? If he didn’t like it, why was he about to have one with me then? But I decided to drop it for now, not wanting to start fights about nothing again. I was too tired to do that.
I shook my head, trying to find the words to answer his question. “I’ve just been hurt a lot. And I’m just afraid to do something that will get me hurt again.” I said it very soft. I hoped he wouldn’t let me talk about times I’ve been hurt. I really didn’t want to.
“Are you afraid you’ll say something stupid? Or do something stupid?” He asked and I heard something in his voice that sounded like he cared. Why am I kidding myself? Why would he?
“Both I guess.” I said, snapping myself out of my sad daze. “Why are you asking me all these things?” I made my voice sound a bit annoyed. I didn’t mean to, but it was just my defense.
I guess he was used to it now, because he didn’t seem offended when he spoke again. “I’m just curious about you. You’re quite a mystery to me and it interests me.”
I finally looked up again. “What’s so mysterious about a bitch with love and anger issues in an elevator?” I asked and he chuckled. I also realized how stupid that sounded.
He looked me into the eyes and smiled. “You’re just so…I don’t know how to explain it.” He said and now it was his turn to get a little red. “I guess I’m just wondering why you do certain things. Like putting up your defenses when I say certain things. First I didn’t realize those things until we had that whole ignoring thing going on and I realized it was all just a defense.”
After he spoke a silence filled the room. I had never sparked someone’s interest in such a way. Why would I? I’m not that interesting. But I guess being alone with someone for a long time can do that to someone. You’re going to notice things you normally wouldn’t notice.
I felt honored, don’t get me wrong, but I wanted to change the subject, because things suddenly got a really awkward turn. Even more of an awkward turn than a few minutes ago, probably because we weren’t both being awkward and now we were.
I searched my mind for something to fill the awkward silence. Then I found it. It was something I had remembered about the concert that I had forgotten to ask. It was weird, the concert had seemed days ago, but in reality it had not even been a day ago.
“At the concert. You were playing a song.” I started, not really sure how to make this clear. “It sounded really different from the rest in my opinion. I was meaning to ask what it is called, but I forget it.”
His facial expression changed to confused. “What song? Didn’t Vic say what it was called before or after?”
I shook my head. “He didn’t. I wanted to ask Rosey, but now you’re here.” I shrugged.
“What song was before it? Or after it?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed. It seemed like he was thinking of what song I could be talking about.
“How am I supposed to know? I haven’t memorized the whole evening and if I didn’t know the name to this song how do you think I know the name to the others?” I said a little too loud. He threw back his hands in defense.
Then I remembered something. “It was a song before caraphernelia. I left after that song.”
His face got more confused. “Why did you leave?”
I sighed. “not now. I’ll tell you later.” I said although I wasn’t really planning on it.
Mike took out his phone and unlocked his screen. Eventually I saw his mp3 app pop up. He clicked on it. “I’m just going to play every song on the set list until caraphernelia.” He said. I guess he knew the set list by heart. “may these noises startle in your sleep tonight.” He said and the begin tune of the concert sounded from his phone. I shook my head. “Hell above.” He mumbled and for some reason this song sounded like it started in the middle of the song. Mike seemed to notice my confused look and explained. “These songs belong together, if you hear them right after each other it seems like one song.”
I nodded, still a little confused about it. “It isn’t the one I meant though.” He started scrolling down his list of songs again. “A match into water.” He said and loud guitar riffs sounded from his phone. I was impressed that the speakers of his phone could take that.
I shook my head and he went on searching. “Hold on till may” he said and he the elevator was filled with the beautiful melody I was so enchanted by during the show. A smile grew on my face. “Yes, this is the one.” And yet again, I was sucked in by the song.
When I looked up I saw that Mike was smiling at me. “Beautiful, huh?” He said. “I’m pretty proud of this one too. I helped writing it, you know. Vic wrote most of it, though.” I saw him getting a little red.
For some reason I wasn’t expecting him to be a songwriter. I felt another hint of respect come up for these guys. In pop music it wasn’t so common for artists to write their own songs, although I didn’t for sure about this genre, I still had respect for people that did. I wouldn’t be able to do it.
“Yeah it’s a beautiful song.” I said smiling. “What’s it about?” The lyrics seemed a little all over the place and I couldn’t figure out what it was about.
“It’s about an ex of Vic’s. She had parents that didn’t really care for her, so when she was young she climbed in trees and hid there. Just to see when they were going to search for her. Eventually she attempted suicide.” He said.
That struck me. Songs with such a strong meaning were rare for me. Suddenly all the lyrics that were still being played by the phone had a very different meaning. First they didn’t have a meaning at all, just words on a beautiful melody. Now the song had extra emotions added to it.
“Wow…” I said, not really knowing what to say to this. Eventually I decided to not say anything at all. This deserved a silence.
Then suddenly something struck my thoughts. Suddenly, the meaning of a previous memory was turned around just by knowing this song.
I was twenty-two years old. I was in college at the time, majoring in English. I was just walking home from my classes to campus. I loved those walks. The people I saw on the way always sparked my interest. Watching people was amusing to me for some reason. Definitely in college you would walk up to people who were far from normal.
It was spring and the meadows were filled with purple and yellow flowers and the clouds were small and fluffy, floating through a bright blue sky.
I was just walking through a meadow on campus when I was struck by something that was very out of place. And I have seen weird things…
On the branches of the big oak tree I was standing near to, sat a girl. She had bright red hair and she had a black dress on with pink flowers on it, on her neck was a choker.
I recognized her! She was one of the sophomores. I don’t know why I had remembered her face out of the hundreds of other people in her year.
I decided to ask her if she was okay. It wasn’t really curious to how she was feeling, but I just wanted to know what she was doing there. “Hey there, are you okay?”
The girl didn’t react and kept staring to her right. Only then I noticed she was wearing headphones. Okay, I could still walk away and not make a total fool of myself. But something about that didn’t feel right. Like I needed to speak with this girl. It felt a bit like faith was taking over me.
I sighed and repeated my question, did this time a little louder. The girl looked around her to see where the sound had come from, she looked down and smiled when she saw me. “Yes, I’m just thinking. Wanna come up? It’s lovely here!” She pulled out her earphones and mentioned me to come up.
“Are you crazy?!” I said back, my neck in an uncomfortable position because of the looking up. “I’m not coming up there.”
She didn’t seem offended at all by my bitchy exterior. Instead she just laughed. Her laugh sounded like the laugh of a Disney princess. “Are you a pussy or something?” she said her legs swinging back and forth. How could this girl just be so social with me? She didn’t even know me.
I looked around me, people were sitting on the meadow, reading books, laughing and talking. “Wouldn’t it be kind of weird to sit in a tree?” I said, my eyebrow raised.
She shot me a wide smile, flashing her slightly crooked teeth. “Does it matter what other people think?”
Yes, to me it did. But at the other hand, I was bored to death and if I went home now I would have to study for exams. I needed to postpone that. “Alright.” I said and she quietly cheered. For some reason her happy, upbeat personality didn’t annoy me. I had had this really annoying boy in my year who was always a little bit too happy and he kept talking to me. I just wanted him to leave me alone, but he didn’t seem to get the very clear hints I was giving him.
I examined the tree to see where to put my hands and feet. I had climbed in trees a lot when I was young and I liked to think that I could still do it. I put my feet on a low branch, all my dignity still intact. Not for long, though. My hand slipped down a little. “Fuck!” I mumbled.
I heard the little princess laugh come from above me. I ignored her and climbed my way up to her branch. Eventually I sat down beside her, having gained a shit load of scratches and bruises. I tried to act like I had everything under control though.
“Look!” she said and she gestured to the view we had from the tree. It was beautiful. The tree had an amazing view over a large part of campus and the meadows covered with flowers where even prettier from up here.
“Wow.” I said, taking in all the colors and people. Some views just make you happy. Do you know what I mean? When you see a certain view and it just gives you this happy feeling? Well this was how that was.
“Great, huh?” She said, fiddling her earphones between her fingers. “I’m Rosey by the way.”
“Nice to meet you.” I said. “I’m Amara. Why are you up here? Except for the pretty view of course.” Now I was really interested. This wasn’t typical girl you’d see in college. Actually she wasn’t your typical girl at all. She had this dreamy aura around her. Like she wasn’t really paying attention to anything, but was just living inside her own head.
When I asked her that question I was sure I saw a hint of sadness inside her eyes, but she covered it up pretty good. “Oh just to think and to listen to music.” She said and she held up her headphones. “You know. High places are good places to think about things. Because you’re basically looking down on your life. You step out of your it, to oversee things.”
I haven’t seen it like that yet. For some reason talking to this girl made me realize how narrow minded I was. Sometimes things aren’t what they seem. I wanted to be open-minded.
I looked down at the meadow not saying anything. I wasn’t really good at saying things. When I did, stupid things came out. Always.
After a short silence Rosey said: “And I’m here to see when my friends will start searching for me. If they will at all.”
She looked down too and let the headphones bungle in the air.
“If they don’t start searching for you, then they’re not your friends.” I said. Was that a bad thing to say? I have no fucking clue. I’m an idiot when it comes to human emotions.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m testing them.” She said and she tried to sound upbeat, but something in her voice kept her from it.
“So, I succeeded?” I said, trying to light up the mood. I grinned at her and she chuckled.
“I guess so. Does that mean we’re friends now?” She said and she sounded enthusiastic.
“I hardly know you.” I said, raising my eyebrow. Look this are the type of stupid things I’m talking about.
Her eyes showed no sign of pain. “You have trust issues, don’t you? That’s why you’re so offensive.” It was more of a statement than an actual question.
I looked away from her, trying to make it clear that I didn’t want to talk to her about those things. I heard her let out a small chuckle. Why was she fucking laughing? Why are my boxed up feelings so funny?
“It doesn’t matter.” She said. “because you’re my new friend. And friends accept each other’s bad habits and wait for them to open up.”
I looked over to her. “Do you really want to be friends with me?” I asked. To be honest, I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to be friends with me.
She put her nose in the air. “We already are.” She said and then she dragged me in a hug. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I hugged her back. Soon she had become my rock. The only person I’d actually open up to. We had a really deep band and I became protective of her after a while. She was so precious and positive, that sort of people should be protective, because they’re going extinct.
Only now, sitting in that elevator, I had realized that she was sitting in that tree because of that song. She must’ve heard it, felt the same way and climbed up the tree to try it too. If it wasn’t for this song I would’ve never met my best friend.
When that realization hit me, I threw my arms around Mike’s neck without warning and hugged him. He didn’t know how thankful I was for him writing that song.

Notes

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sorry for the late update! It's just, I'm in my senior year and i have all these exams to study for and all this homeworkt to do :( and of course I have my other story to write too.

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