My Angel
Chapter 3
By: Bella
I felt like I was going to start panicking. Had the elevator broken? I stood there frozen looking around with my eyes. Yep, I was pretty sure we weren't moving anymore.
"Son of a bitch," I heard Joel curse under his breath as he turned and looked at me. I just stared at him with wide eyes. He went to the red phone in the wall of the elevator near the buttons and began talking to someone briefly before cursing some more. "I got cut off."
I reached into my purse to retrieve my cell phone but found that it wasn't charged. "Oh, that's just great," I sighed, sinking onto the floor into a sitting position. I saw Joel reach into his pocket.
"I left mine in the room," he said, sitting down across from me on the other side of the elevator. "Well, at least someone knows that we're stuck here. Maybe. I'm not sure how much of what I said was heard. You're not claustrophobic, are you?"
"Hmm… I guess we're about to find out," I said. We sat there quietly for a few moments.
"So what are you doing here anyway?" I finally asked.
"My jackass of a brother and some of his friends decided that it was a good morning for a little skateboarding down the stairs. He just twisted his ankle, he'll be fine," he said with a little laugh. "He's a little dramatic sometimes. He swore his foot was broken."
I couldn't help but laugh either. I noticed the small bag of chips and drink next to me and opened the bag of chips.
"You want?" I offered, holding out the small bag of chips that I was now munching on.
"Thanks, I'm starving," he said, coming over to my side of the elevator and sitting next to me. We sat there eating for a minute, but soon the chips were gone and there we sat with nothing to do again. I took a sip of my root beer and looked at my watch.
"I'm supposed to be home in 15 minutes to take my little brother and his friend to the movies," I laughed. "Don't think that's gonna happen."
"Where you live?" he asked.
"Seabrook," I replied.
"No way, me too!" he said. "Cool."
"Yeah," I said, deciding not to ask which part since he was famous after all.
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A half hour passed and we had talked the whole time. It hadn't even felt like we had been stuck for that long. I was a little bit worried that we'd never be rescued and would be trapped in the elevator until we ran out of air, but at this point I didn't care because I was trapped in an elevator with a hot guy that I felt strangely comfortable talking to. Things were going great until nature called.
"I hope we get out of here soon," I sighed. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it. I shouldn't have drank that whole soda."
"I hear you," he groaned as well. "I had two cups of coffee this morning and my bladder is gonna burst any minute."
We sat for a few more minutes trying to get each others' minds off of nature's very untimely calls. We finally couldn't take it any longer. "Promise not to tell anyone if I piss in the corner?" he asked me, pointing to the corner on the opposite side of the elevator.
"No fair, I can't do that. It'd be all messy," I whined.
Suddenly Joel got a mischievous grin, which made me nervous. He glanced at the now empty red paper cup with a lid and straw still on the floor next to me and raised his eyebrows at me.
"Oh good god, I don't want to," I said with a groan. This was embarrassing.
"Well, I want to. Pass it over here," he said.
"But if I hear you peeing it'll make me have to go!" I whined.
"So go! It's a large. I'll even let you go first, since you are a lady after all," he said with a look that could make me melt.
"I can't believe I'm about to pee in a cup in an elevator in front of a stranger," I said, standing up and undoing my belt. Noticing that his eyes were still on me, I rolled my eyes. "You're gonna, uh, turn around and plug your ears right?"
"I know what pee sounds like," he laughed at me.
"Ok, whatever. At least turn around. And no peeking," I said feeling insecure. He laughed and did as I instructed.
As quickly as I could, for fear that at the exact moment that I began peeing we would finally be rescued, I pulled down my pants, squatted and positioned the cup, and did my business.
"Oh thank you god. That feels so much better," I said, redoing my pants.
"My turn now," Joel said impatiently. "Can I turn around yet?"
"Yeah," I permitted him to do so as I finished doing my belt.
"Hand it over, sistah," he said with a grin.
"Wait, don't look into it," I said, holding the now warm cup full of pee close to me.
"Well, uh, that would be kind of hard seeing as how I wouldn't really know where to aim!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air to add some drama I'm sure.
"Fuck," I said, handing him the cup and trying not to blush. He purposely exaggerated his movements, looking into the cup and giving me the thumbs up sign. "It's got a nice yellow color. I'm thinking you're a girl who takes her vitamins!"
I glared at him, but soon he was turning around and adding to the pee collection in the cup. I tried as hard as I could to focus on something else. Anything. But all I could think about was how funny it was that I could hear someone peeing into a cup that I had already peed into. It was without a doubt the oddest situation I had ever been in.
He set the cup on the ground and I put the lid and straw back in it and moved it as far away from us as possible. Both of us just sat next to one another staring at the cup just feet away.
"Well, that was quite a bonding experience," he said with a laugh. "I just want you to know that you're the first person I've ever peed in an elevator with, and I'll never forget this. We now share something very sacred. A special bond. You know, that important bond that two people have when they've peed in a cup together for the very first time."
"Tear," I said laughing back and running my finger down my cheek. A few moments later I spoke again. "If no one ever finds us, how do you think we'll die? Lack of air or dehydration?"
"Neither," he replied simply.
"Why's that?" I asked curiously.
"Well, there's a big cup full of 'lemonade' over there," he said, using his fingers to illustrate the use of quotation marks. "So as long as we keep drinking and producing more 'lemonade' we'll be fine."
"Uh huh…" I replied with sarcastic skepticism. "What about running out of air?"
"If you run out of air I'll give you some of mine," he said as he slowly began leaning in to my face and closing his eyes. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for since swapping spit had become a romantic thing and not a disgusting one… our lips met. Sad as it sounds, it was my very first kiss.