Stuck in an Elevator

Chapitre Doce.

            "We will have you out of there in about 4 hours."

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            "Can I have yo' numba?" I asked, in my gangsta voice.

            Daniel burst into a fit of laughter and looked at me with amusement, while I kept a straight face and crossed my arms.

            "Well?" I cut in, tapping my foot, becoming impatient.

            He pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder.

            "And how will you remember Sly?"

            "By," I pulled a pen out of my back pocket. I had found it in my purse and decided that since my phone was dead, I could use this to get Danny Boy's number. Even though I preferred him to ask me for my number... But nothing ever stops Skylar Greene. "Using this magical, and unique instrument!"

            He huffed and rolled his eyes, and jutted a hip out, pretending to sign an autograph.

            "I guesssss..." He trailed off in a sing-song voice.

            He grabbed the pen out of my hand and grabbed my hand, sending tingles all ver my body. Then he wrote his number in the sloppiest hand writing ever. After he was done, he pulled away and smiled triumphantly. 

            "Ta-da!"

            "What the frick. You have the ugliest handwriting ever."

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            "This is weird." I spoke my thoughts aloud, as we took a seat on the floor.

            It had been a good 20 minutes from when we talked to the lady. And yes, she is a lady, who's name is Joanna. She was part of the fire department and she got many calls in saying that the elevator wasn't working. Some guy called in and said that it wasn't working, and I silently thanked whoever he was.

            "What's weird?" Daniel asked me as he put his legs up and back against the wall.

            "The thought that now we can't be ourselves because of them stupid camera." I grumbled, honestly upset about it.

            "Yeah we can," He smirked. "What did you have in mind?" Daniel winked, while I rolled my eyes, thinking that playing around with him with a camera in here and video footage my parents would probably see wasn't the best idea.

            "Can we play 20 questions?" I asked with a hopeful voice.

            He rolled his green eyes, that I was falling in love with-

            In love?

            Haha. No.

            He rolled his ugly as f*ck green eyes and nodded his fat ass head.

            That's more like it.

            "Oh wait, I have no questions," I stated sheepishly. "But, I do want to know why you looked guilty before..." I trailed off.

            "What?" He questioned, with a confused expression on his face.

            "When Joanna said that there is video footage of us..."

            "Oh." The expression of guilt came back onto his face, making my stomach fall to my feet.

            "See!" I pointed at his face. "The face! Why do you look guilty?" I demanded, in a soft voice.

            "No reason..." His sentence trailed off, making the elevator dead silent until I spoke up again.

            "Bull shit." I said, losing the soft voice and using my 'pissed off' voice. "Tell me."

            "I can't."

            "And why not?" I was losing my patience.

            "Because I'm pretty sure that it will hurt you." He paused, taking a deep breath. "And I don't want to hurt you, at all." He whispered, as if he was hoping that his voice wouldn't get onto the camera footage. 

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