Stuck in an Elevator

Chapitre Uno.

And I’m bratty if I’m hungry. I’m like a newborn. I need to be fed every three hours or I won’t be social.

The man, who's name I still I hadn't bothered asking, took out his iPod and shoved his earphones in his ear, blasting the music to the highest volume.

Impolite much?

He just glanced up at me, and after seeing the grimace I had, he smirked. And he began mouthing the words of the song to me.

I couldn't even argue with him, because I had no idea what he was singing. I could vaguely make out the song, which sounded like rap. Boys and their rap. I was more of an indie loving song junkie.

I got up and sauntered to the side of the elevator that he declared "his" area. The elevator was a pretty big one, since it was a hospital elevator, so it had to fit a stretcher. Even if it was big, and it had a glass window, I still felt like I was being suffocated.

And no, we couldn't escape through the window, because the elevator was the size of the well thing, so the window was maybe an inch away from the wall. And I was not that small.

I sat next to him, and yanked his earphones out of his ears. If someone did that to me, I would probably kill them. But I was cute and small, no one could stay mad at me for that long.

Except, probably, this guy.

He looked at me with an expression I couldn't decipher. And he stood up. Maybe it was hate? Love? Like? Maybe he wanted to kill me. I panicked, there was no way out, no one could save me, I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to my parents. I prayed silently, thanking my parents for my food, oh my food, and clothes and-

"What are you doing?"

“Thank you, mom and dad, thank you PewDiePie for always putting a smile on my face, and I'm sorry I could never go the United Kingdom to meet you, and I love you the Janoskians and-” I prayed silently, clasping my hands and closing my eyes.

It was probably the most dramatic thing I could do, but... There was no ‘but’s’, I just like being a drama queen.

Maybe my last few words to Youtubers were overrated, and a bit stupid, but I just love them so much.

"What's your name?" The guy asked. Who would’ve thought? I felt that I was going to be the one constantly trying to make conversation, but I was wrong.

"The name's Skylar, but you can call me Sky." I say, with a flick of my head, doing my weird ass head nod when I first meet someone. My mom used to tell me that only boys do that. Sexist much?

"Sky. Sexy name," Smirking, he continues, "I'm Daniel, but you can call me Dan."

"Dan. Plain name," I say, rolling my eyes. My knees were still firmly on the ground and my hands were still clasped together.

"Well, if you insult me, you don't get any food."

I gasp, and look at him, immediately climbing to my two feet and trying to get on eye level with this 6 foot specimen.

"Seriously? I will wrestle you, I will end you. Give me the food, and no one gets hurt." I say, looking at him dead in the eyes, trying to sound as intimidating as possible.

He quickly matches my stare. And as he held my gaze, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled granola bar. Crumpled never meant not edible, and at this point, I was pretty much desperate.

Compared to me, actually, compared to anyone, he was a giant. And he knew that, so he used it to his advantage. He held up the granola bar over his head, and held it by his index finger and thumb.

He swung it back and forth, still staring right into my eyes. His smirk was visible, it was like it never even left his face.

I matched his stare, and I refused to blink. Although my eyes were burning after only opening them up for a few seconds, I clenched my jaw and opened them wider.

I was stubborn, too stubborn sometimes, but it usually helped me get what I wanted in the end.

There was only one way to get what I wanted.

Tease him, duh.

***

Teasing, or in better words, seducing someone for food was probably the weirdest thing I could have ever done. Along with the most desperate. But if you're hungry and stuck in an elevator, you would do whatever you could to get the food you needed. There was no getting out, which meant nothing could come in.

I turned my boring stare into something more. I turned it into a sexy gaze, as I took my hand that was hanging loosely by my side, and put it on his chest. It probably wouldn’t faze him, so I fluttered my eyelashes a bit, and took a step closer.

Step one, complete.

He took a sharp intake of breath, and his stare immediately changed. His eyes turned darker and he took a step closer to me, still holding the dang granola bar up in the air. At this point, not even a piece of paper could pass through our bodies, that’s how close our chests were.

My flat chest (thanks mom) and his hard as-a-rock chest.

I didn't glance at the yummy piece of food because then that would make it obvious, so I took my hand and ran it up and down his chest, feeling his hard muscles under my hand.

Holding in my laughter was hard, so I kept the thought of dead puppies in the back of my head so I wouldn’t smile. Smiling means losing, and losing meant no food. And no food meant an angry Sky.

I took another step closer to him, and it was working, as his hand slowly started going down, bringing the granola closer to me.

He was honestly so stupid because who does that? Wouldn’t someone suspect that if a stranger just decided to do that? He was probably going to drop the granola bar and put that arm on my waist.

That's it, come to momma.

The mission was so close to be complete, that I needed just one more thing. So, I kissed his bobbing adam’s apple. That sure did it, because the bar was reachable.

Everytime he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t hot or cute. Because, trust me, it was actually one of the most attractive things about guys.

The granola bar was an arm’s length away, and an odd feeling came over me. Like disappointment. Disappointment from this little pow wow being over. But, like any other feelings I’ve ever had for the past year, I shoved that feeling away like a girl shoving her hair back after opening the window while driving.

Taking this opportunity, I quickly grabbed the granola bar, but didn't let go of his chest. He didn't even realize that I took it out of his hands, because he then took the hand that was previously above my head to cup my waist.

Not shoving him off, yet, I brought my lips to ear, and said,

"Don't mess with me, Danny boy."

I added a wink at the end, because his eyes were open, and sat down on "my" side of the elevator. I continued smirking as I ate that granola bar, knowing that it tasted of sweet success.

Daniel's cheeks looked like they were burning slightly at the side view which made me chuckle. He glared at me, which I just smiled at, granola in my mouth.

Point one for Sky.

***

Damn. She is fearless. But then again, I would do the same if I wanted food. 

            Question: This leaves a question for all of you... Would you seduce someone for food? I know I would.

            Video: The song on the side is the song that Danny Boy was listening to. :)

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