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Love in An Elevator

by Samantha

The day was stormy and gray. I was bored and needed someone to talk to so, I headed to Jesse and Linda's dorm. I stepped into the elevator and stood next to this handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes. I never know what to do when I'm standing by myself in an elevator. The dorm was on the eigth floor.

All of a sudden there was a quick jerk and the lights went out.

"Oh my God..." I said under my breath.

""It's okay. I have a flashlight on my keychain." I heard jangling and then a light shown on the floor buttons.

"Um... there's an emergency phone, right?" I asked the stranger worriedly.

He checked, "No, there isn't."

"Oh God. Oh God," I chanted. I don't do well in confined spaces.

"I think I have my cell phone. Hold on." I stood there for about two minutes, hearing him search through his pockets. A long sigh came with his next sentence, "I don't have it."

"What are we going to do?" I slid down to my butt and hit my hands against the floor violently,"God!!"

"It'll be okay, just stay calm. We'll get out of here." He said comfortingly.

I wanted to scream, even though I knew it would do no good. He sat down next to me and stuck out his hand, "My name's Nick."

"Lila," I said uncorteously, "I can't believe this."

We sat there in silence for about ten minutes. I just couldn't hold it in any longer. I started to tear up and sniffle.

"What's wrong?" Nick asked.

I wiped my wiped my eyes, "It's nothing."

"Well, people don't usually cry about nothing. It's all right, you can tell me. I'm majoring in psychology."

"I don't know it's kind of personal."

"You don't have to tell me. I just wanted to pass the time."

I decided I wouldn't tell him that I had claustrophobia. I evaded the subject. "What do you do... for a job, I mean?" I asked.

"I'm in a band." He said hesitantly.

"Are you any good? What's the name?" I was being my nosey-self.

"I guess we're okay. We're the Backstreet Boys."

"Oh." I said.

"What do you do?" He asked me.

"I work at the Crossroads movie theater part time."

"Oh."

"Not too exciting, huh?"

"No, it's just I'm kind of envious." We talked for a little while longer.

I got up and walked to the doors. I put my fingers between them and tried to pull them apart. "Dammit!" I beat my fists against the door. Nick walked up behind me and rubbed my shoulders. I was obviously not hiding my frustration well. "I'm sorry. I'm not being very calm. Patience is not one of my outstanding attributes."

"It's alright, I can be calm for the both of us. Just have a seat." I sat down and he continued to rub my shoulders. I was so relaxed I probably could have fallen asleep.

"So, what kind of music do you like, anything in particluar?" I asked Nick.

"I like Nirvana a lot."

"Really? My Aunt Jill shared an ashtray with Courtney Love in LAX. So, you know I have connections," I boasted playfully.*It's true!*

"How do you feel now," he asked, withdrawing.

"Much better. Thank you." I grabbed his hands, turned around and looked him straight in his icy blue eyes. He looked back into mine causing butterflies to flit around in my stomach. I could tell he was a liitle nervous as well, his knuckes were extremely white.

"Umm..."I fought to break the tension.

"Lila, can I ask you something?" He said seriously.

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Can I give you a kiss?"

Wow! That was direct, I thought. But I couldn't resist. I leaned towards him and he did the same. Our lips pressed together. During the kiss the elevator began to jerk and the lights flickered on. We ended our kiss and I smiled, "An act of God?"

As we went up all I could think was what happens now? Would we ever see wach other again?

We reached the eigth floor. I heard the bell ding and the doors flood open. I looked back at Nick and he looked at me.

In haste he grab my hand and we exited the elevator and walked to Linda and Jesse's dorm.

The End.

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