6:08 pm
Clash!
I slightly opened my eyes, but closed them immediately, still feeling tired. I clang on to Mike’s shirt, my arm resting on his chest. With my head buried in the pit between his neck and his shoulder, I tried to fall asleep again.
It felt like I’m succeeding for a while, until another louder clash filled the room and my eyes shot open. Great, now I was wide awake. I moved my head up and looked at Mike, my elbow resting on his stomach. He was still asleep and his mouth was a little open. I giggled at how cute he looked and leaned in to press a kiss on his forehead.
A few hours ago, after he had told me what the meaning of the song was, I had explained to him how I met Rosey and what part hold on till may played in it. It was not only the reason we had met, it just might’ve been the song that had saved Rosey’s life.
He had told me that he still couldn’t believe that their songs had such an effect on people’s lives even though he has been in this business for a while. I could definitely understand why that was something people never got used to.
And another clash, but this time it was a lot louder. Mike’s eyes slowly opened and he tilted his head a little to look around him, a confused look on his face.
When there was another clash, I heard that it came from above us. I looked up, but all I saw was the elevator ceiling. The ceiling I knew every spot of by now, simply because I had been in here for so long.
“What was that?” Mike said and his voice sounded still a little squeaky.
I shrugged. “I’ve no idea. Maybe they finally found someone to help us and are trying to fix the elevator now.”
“Or maybe the elevator is now really breaking and it will crash down soon and then will die.” Mike said as he pushed himself up in a sitting position.
“Mike!” I said and pushed against his shoulders.
“Are you scared?” He said grinning.
“No!” I yelled, but I couldn’t keep myself from blushing. To be honest, I really hoped we didn’t fall down. I had been fearing it since we had come in here and it was one of the reasons I wasn’t able to sleep in here. I didn’t feel safe. The reason I fell asleep a few hours ago was probably because I felt safe in Mike’s arms.
He chuckled and pushed a strand of hair behind my left ear. I became a little redder at the contact. “You’re cute when you’re scared.” He said.
I tried my best to seem angry, but the truth was, I just couldn’t be a bitch to him anymore. I really did like him. “I’m not scared.” I said, pouting and I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Yeah right.” He said and he rolled his eyes. Before I could react he had planted his lips on mine. I wanted to refuse, I hated losing arguments, but couldn’t possibly free myself from his lips. Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to. Soon, I forgot we were having a discussion at all.
I moved my right hand up to the back of his neck when our lips were moving in sync. I used my left hand to push against his chest until he was lying on the floor again. I was hovering over him, my hair falling next to our faces, forming a tent for our faces.
His right hand moved to my back and pushed me closer to him and eventually I fell on him, our lips still not parting.
And again, I had no control over what I was doing and for some reason I loved it. This time it didn’t get as heated as last time, but we just keep kissing laying on the floor like that. Time seemed to not exist anymore. Although, that wasn’t hard for us. The batteries of our phones died just before we fell asleep, so there was no checking the time. There also was no window in the elevator, so I had no idea how much time had passed.
Suddenly there were loud bangs heard on the ceiling of the elevator. With a lot of reluctance I pulled away from the kiss and lifted myself from Mike’s body.
“Hello?!” I heard a man yell from straight above us. It was a low voice with a slight southern accent.
“Who’s there?!” Mike yelled back, lifting himself up in a sitting position, his face showing annoyance. I chuckled. I felt the same as he did right now. Sure, I wanted to be saved, but did they really have to interrupt every time we were getting intimate? For sixteen hours we had nothing but privacy and we used it to yell at each other and just now we were using the time more useful, our privacy was taken away.
“I was called that two people were locked in a defect elevator!” The man said. “I’m here to fix the elevator!”
Yes! A mechanic! “Thank you, sir!” I yelled. “And how’s that going?”
I heard a little shifting from the ceiling and after that footsteps. “Not that good. There seems to be a malfunction in the control system of the elevator! It will take me a while.” He said and his voice seemed a bit further away. I guess he stood up or something.
I rolled my eyes. I knew this kind of people. This was a guy that was payed to help us, but in reality all he cared about was going back home. “Okay, will you try to do that as soon as possible? We’ve been in here for a while.” Mike said. He probably thought the same.
“I will do what I can!” the mechanic answered. Yeah right.
“Isn’t there supposed to be a hitch or something in elevators? So people can get out?” Mike asked. Hmm. Hadn’t thought of that. I scanned the ceiling, but didn’t see any sign of a hitch.
“Yeah, but this is an old elevator, it probably should’ve been replaced years ago. If you want you can probably sue them for it” The man said. “There’s a really small hitch in the ceiling, which you probably can’t see from the inside. It’s jammed and it probably isn’t even big enough to get humans through.”
I sighed. Great. Of course we were unlucky like that. I was kind of sick of being disappointed all the time. Every time I think we’ll be able to get out soon, something had to through spanner in the works.
“Maybe you can try to get it open and then push food through it.” I said, messaging the bridge of my nose with my eyes closed. “We haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
It was quiet for a while before he answered. “I will see what I can do. I can probably get something from the grocery store down the streets.”
I let out a breath in relieve. I hoped he’d succeed. At this moment I’d eat anything. Anything. Even Brussels sprouts. And I hated Brussels sprouts.
“And maybe you can call some of our friends, so they know where we are. We don’t have any reception.” Mike said. Good idea. Rosey was probably freaking out.
“Wait a moment, I’m just opening a note on my phone.” The man mumbled. “Okay, who do I have to call?”
Mike and I both opened our mouth at the same time and closed it at the same time to let the other go first. Eventually Mike gestured that I could go first and I smiled at him. “Rosey Whitmore.” I said. “Tell her that Amara is locked in an elevator at the concert. And that she has to pick me up when the elevator is fixed again.” I told him Rosey’s phone number, which I fortunately knew by heart.
Then it was Mike’s turn. “You have to call Vic Fuentes. Tell him is little brother has got himself locked in an elevator with two of the seven dwarfs.” He said grinning.
“HEY!” I yelled at him and punched his left arm. He laughed at me and said: “Okay okay, skip the dwarf part. And tell him to pick me up. And tell him to stop laughing.”
“How do you know he’ll laugh?” the man asked confused. By now the man probably already wondered if we were mentally sane.
“I know my brother longer than today, believe me, he’ll find this hilarious.” Mike said.
And I started laughing. For some reason I think that I’d really get along good with Vic. Just from the stories Mike has told me about him, he seemed pretty great.
“okay, I’ll try to contact them.” The man said. “I’ll have to go now. I have to pick up some stuff to fix this thing.” Wow. Sounds professional. Our freedom was literally depending on this dipshit.
“Okay take your time.” Mike said annoyed and I chuckled. “It’s not like we’re dehydrating out here. Or starving. Or going nuts.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” The man said again. At this point I’m just wondering if it maybe was just a tape to fool us and not a real man. The answers he gave us were so politically correct that it must’ve been a robot or a tape.
Then we heard footsteps fade away and after that we heard them climb up a ladder.
We stood there for a moment, just realizing that we had another space of time to fill. Both of us knew how we wanted to fill it. Neither of us had the guts to propose it.
Until Mike did it. He came closer to me and placed his hands on my lower back, just above my butt. “So…” he said. “Where were we?”
I laughed. That was a sentence that was used in Hollywood movies. Those really cliché romantic comedies that all have the same plot. But for some reason I kinda liked the corny flirting. It made me feel wanted.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you should remind me.” I said daring. I bit my lip and hoped it looked somewhat attractive. I wasn’t good at flirting, I probably looked ridiculous.
But Mike either didn’t notice or I looked better than I thought, because he just smiled and put his left hand on the back of my head, just above my neck. “Wow. You’re really something.”
I smiled back at him and connected my lips with his. It was only the fourth time we had kissed, but it already felt like coming home. And I definitely felt like I wanted more of it. Even though I knew we couldn’t.
He pushed myself closer to him until or bodies were pushed against each other. Then his lips left mine and he attached them to the skin of my jaw, leaving kisses until he reached my neck. He definitely didn’t care that we couldn’t do anything. Or he didn’t realize.
I was just about to blow him off, but it felt too good. It didn’t matter if it didn’t get any further than this.
But it did. He moved the hand that was still on my back to the hem of my shirt and tugged at it, as a sign that it needed to go off. I threw my arms in the air, so he could be allowed to throw the shirt over my head, but I was aware that it probably wasn’t smart of me.
“Uhm Mike?” I said half moaning, because his lips had found my neck again.
“Mmmh?... he mumbled against my skin, causing a slight vibration to go through it.
“You know this can’t happen, right?” I said, hating myself for saying it. Mike was just making his way to my collarbones when I said that and his head shot up.
He looked at me a bit confused. “why not?” he asked and his eyes got huge, it looked like he had puppy eyes now. Damn it. Why did he have to do that?
“There are people here now.” I said. “We don’t know when that guy will be back. What if he catches us?” His arms were still on my back and I didn’t take the effort to push myself away from him. I wanted to stay in his arms anyway.
He looked a little grumpy when he realized I was right. I had to try my best not to laugh, because it looked pretty funny.
Then a smile grew across his face and he leaned in a bit until his lips reached my ear. “We can be very quiet.” He whispered and shivers shot across my spine. I never liked it when people whispered into my ear, but this was an exception.
He leaned back and shot me a challenging smile, his eyes filled with fire. I leaned in until I reached his ear and I whispered: “No”
He groaned and I laughed at his reaction as I pulled myself out of his grip, walking towards my shirt, that was on the ground for the second time this day.
“Okay then. But you shouldn’t have let me take off your shirt. That’s practically torture.” He said from behind me. I shook my head with a smile on my face as I picked up the white band shirt.
“Maybe I like torture.” I said as I turned around with the shirt in my hand and winked at him.
“Baby, I could torture you real good.” He said and he winked back.
“OH MY GOD, MIKE!” I screamed, laughing. I can’t believe he just said that. I put my hand in front of my mouth and I couldn’t help getting red while I was laughing.
“Just know, that I will always win these kind of flirt battles. I have no shame.” He said, while I threw my shirt back on.
“That doesn’t matter.” I said, pulling up my nose from the stench the shirt had by now. “I win at every other thing anyway.”
He scoffed and I looked towards him with a challenging look. “except for poker, or keeping your cool…or peeing in a bottle.” He said, definitely enjoying teasing me.
“Okay okay, I get it.” I said, waving his words away. “maybe I don’t win at everything. But I do know what I will win! I challenge you to a game of never have I ever.” I put my finger in the air for the dramatic effect.
He laughed. “Oh please. You overestimate my coolness. I can win this.” He said.
“Definitely not. You don’t stand a chance. I’m way more boring than you.” I said sitting down on the floor.
Mike sat across from me. “I bet you aren’t.”
“Okay. Let’s get started.” I said raising all ten fingers in the air.
Mike did the same. “Okay you start. First one to have all fingers down loses.”
I thought for a moment. What didn’t I do what he definitely do? “Never have I ever…travelled across the US border.”
Mike shot me an annoyed glare. “That’s not fair.” He said as he lowered his left pink.
“I ain’t heard no rules.” I said, making a sassy hand gesture.
“Okay my turn.” He snapped at me. I loved how he was being so competitive. It was freaking cute. “Never have I ever…been compared with grumpy the dwarf.”
I threw my head back in laughter. “not fair.” I said pouting and I lowered my pink.
“If you can play it dirty, I surely can too.” He said grinning.
We played on like this. By the time we both had only a few fingers left, we ran out of things we knew about each other and things that happened in the elevator, so we had to go over on normal ‘never have I ever’s’.
Now it was my turn and I had only one finger left and he had two. “Okay, never have I ever…got panties thrown at me in public.” I said.
With a red face he lowered his right middle finger. I laughed. “Really?”
“Yeah of course. Fans do crazy stuff sometimes. The worst part is that it was probably from a under aged fan.” He said cringing.
“Secretly you like it.” I said teasing him.
He made a zipper movement over his lips. “I don’t want to be jailed so I keep silenced from now on.”
I laughed again. “Okay Mr. Drummer. Your turn.”
He thought for a moment. I knew he was thinking of some big finale. I only had one finger up and I guess he wanted to embarrass me a bit more.
“Never have I ever…” he said and he stayed silenced for a while for the dramatic effect. “been naked in public. Except for when I was a baby of course.”
Something suddenly blocked my throat. It was a harmless question and I knew that he didn’t mean any harm with it, but this was related to I think the most embarrassing and painful moment of my life.
I lowered my last finger and Mike burst out in cheers. I tried to be cheerful with him, but I didn’t succeed at it and he noticed. “What’s up?” he asked.
I shook my head and tried to push back the tears that were threatening to come out. I seemed so much more sensitive in here. “it’s nothing.” I waved away and I tried to push the memory away, but it came rushing back at me anyway.
It was actually not very long ago. Maybe a month of four. I was happy. Very happy. I was in a relationship with a beautiful girl. I had a job at the local high school as an English teacher and my dad wasn’t stalking me yet.
I was whistling a cliché pop song I had heard on the radio in my car when I was walking the street to my apartment. When I arrived at the big building I walked through the big glass doors and headed straight for the stairs. Me and Lindsey lived on the second floor, so I didn’t need to take the elevator. Also, I wanted to stay in shape.
I ran up the stairs and when I arrived at the second floor, I gave myself a pet on the shoulder for being less out of breath than the day before.
I walked the hallways, while searching my keys in my purse. Damn it! Why did I always have so much shit in my purse? As I stood in front of my front door, I was still looking through my purse until I saw the silvery surface. I took it out and put it in the lock. I opened the door and shouted: “Lindsey! I’m home!”
No reaction came, so I assumed she was sleeping. It was ten pm already. I had to stay over at school to grate exams. I threw my purse and my keys on the nearest chair and took of my shoes.
I would put them away later. I was so tired, I was first going to join my girlfriend in bed. I walked in to the bedroom and saw the form of a body lay under the white covers. Long, black hair was spread across the pillow and only a little bit of her tanned forehead was showing from above the covers.
I smiled. God she was cute.
I got rid of all my clothes. It was summer and summer in New York always got really warm, so in the summers I didn’t wear pajamas. I didn’t like to sleep naked, but it was completely impossible to sleep with clothes on with this weather.
I threw all my clothes on the floor and stepped into bed. I threw my arms around her waist and spooned her, me being the big spoon.
She just kept sleeping and I buried my head into her soft back. I was almost asleep when I felt something weird.
I felt another pair of legs. My shot open. I must’ve felt that wrong.
I traced my legs, then Lindsey’s, no those weren’t the one I felt. I reached over Lindsey’s body to the other side of the bed and felt another naked body lying in our bed.
I let out a scream and threw away the covers from the bed. Only then I saw a girl curled up against Lindsey. She had blonde hair and tanned skin. I couldn’t compete with someone like her.
Lindsey and the girl both woke up and rubbed their eyes. “What the fuck, Amara?! Why did you wake us up?!” Lindsey said annoyed.
The rage and shock filled me up. “WHAT?! YOU’RE LYING IN BED WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND YOU ARE MAD AT ME FOR WAKING YOU UP?”
“yeah.” Lindsey said like it was the most obvious thing. “Don’t scream at me, Amara. Don’t make a drama out of this.”
I couldn’t believe this. I was hurt. Of course because my girlfriend had cheated on me, but also because she didn’t even make an effort to make it right. She didn’t give a single shit about me. And I really thought she did…
“Oh well sorry.” I said sarcastically. “Shall I leave you two alone so you guys can finger each other?” my voice was filled with discussed.
The girl didn’t even look embarrassed or uncomfortable. She just looked at me with this arrogant look. Not that she should be embarrassed about her body. She was way prettier than me.
Which reminded me, that I was naked in front of a stranger. I covered my boobs with my hands and threw the covers over down under.
“Well, that would be great, darling.” Lindsey said and she meant it. Another stab with a knife.
My mouth fell open. “I was being sarcastic, Lindsey! You’re my girlfriend! You aren’t supposed to have sex with other people! You could at least say sorry.”
Now she gave me an angry glare, her big black eyes filled with fire. “Well maybe I got bored of you. Get over it!”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Your heart might be broken, but you won’t cry in front of this bitch. Bitches, actually. “You egocentric, selfish bitch! Get the fuck out of my house!” I said, pointing to the door.
“MY house?” Lindsey asked. “This is also my house and you know what? I’m going to throw YOU out!”
And before I could realize what was happening, I was pushed on the street by Lindsey and her whore. Naked and the door closed. Everything I owned still inside.
I had cried for minutes in front of the door, screaming, slamming with my fists on the door until they finally opened the door to throw out my stuff. I quickly got my clothes on before any more people passed me.
It was the most embarrassed moment of my life. People in the hallway had stared at me and I was also broken hearted. For a while I actually thought Lindsey was the one. I had dated men and women and finally I had found this girl who didn’t break my heart. But then she did too.
After that I had promised myself to never trust anyone ever again. Seemed like I didn’t keep my promise.

Notes

heeyyy guys,

oh well...this story keeps getting weirder and weirder....

but poor Amara. All those broken hearts :( well at least she has got Mike now...right? I guess you'll have to read to find out! ;)

hahaah but in all seriousness guys. Thank you for all the good responses! I love reading them so much :)

xxxxx
Nicky