Stuck in an Elevator

Chapitre Dos.

"You're pretty hot, I can think of a lot of things we could do to pass the time..." He said, winking at me and then smirking, waiting for my reaction.

My awkward blush came back but this time it was easier to shove down because of my comeback.

"Oh, yeah, like me seducing you into giving me food, right?"

Now it was my turn to smirk and for him to glare.

***

"You know what I miss?" I asked Daniel, who was just closing his eyes, shockingly not plugged in to his wires and listening to that gangster music of his.

"Your non-existent boyfriend?" Daniel sassily said, smirking to himself as if it was the best joke in the whole world.

"Well, besides him," I played along, making Daniel chuckle.

“Well, what else do you miss? Fresh air, good food, eye candy to look at, things to do, people to see, food?” Daniel ticked off everything with his fingers, looking up at the ceiling in longing.

"Well, besides living about 2 minutes from Mcdonald's," I began, thinking about how yummy a McChicken sandwich would be in my mouth right about now. I quickly shook that foodgasmic thought out of my head.

"I miss the ocean." I blurted out the stupid confession I had. Daniel looked at me curiously, devoting all of his attention towards me. "I miss swimming so much. Did you know that I was a competitive swimmer for one point in my life?" I rhetorically asked him, but of course he shook his head. Rolling my eyes I continued, "Well, that dream is long gone."

"Why is it long gone?"

I winced, realizing my mistake. I had gotten so use to speaking freely since everyone at home knew about my condition, but Daniel doesn't know about it. And I didn't want to tell him about it. I hated when people looked at me with pity in their eyes.

"Uhm, my sister just hated how I spent so much time at the pool," I quickly said, the lie coming out easily, but it was a stupid lie. Me and my sister barely even spoke, and even when we did, it would turn into some big fight that usually ended up in a little family feud that would last a few days.

"Well, when we get out of here, I'll take you to the pool, you can show me a few tricks."

I looked at him with shock, but that was quickly replaced with a bright smile on my face. I squealed  and reached over to give him a huge hug, which he awkwardly returned, obviously not ready for the random, off guard hug.

"Thank you!" I squealed a bit more and let go of him, but I didn't want to.

Oh shit. Bad Sky. He doesn't smell good at all, okay? Just repeat that in your head. But he did smell good, actually, he smelt better than good. Why do all attractive boys have to smell so perfect? Ugly boys smelt good too but c'mon.

I was looking way too far into this.

***

"What's your favorite color?"

"Red."

"Okay, me too, now you ask me a question." I said to him, moving my hands in a circular way. I wasn't even Italian, but I talked with my hands almost always. It adds affect.

For the past half an hour, I got tired of pacing and sat on the elevator floor. I was bored out of my mind, and all Dan did was sit there and listen to music. I killed his hope by saying that his battery would die soon, and he flipped me the bird, but unplugged his ears nonetheless.

Daniel wasn't very fun. He kept ignoring me when I tried to start a silly game with him, or he would look at me like I was a mentally stupid seal. He only chose to talk to me if he had something to say, or he wanted to voice an idea.