elevator music | | ash

two: small dicks

"This. Cannot. Be. Happening."

And you know what this Ashton guy does? He laughs. He laughs at me. I am not supposed to be laughed at. We are stuck in an elevator, and if my claustrophobia isn't enough, this damn wannabe punk rocker will be.

"You're being rude," I say crossing my arms over my chest and making my way to a peaceful corner of the elevator. Maybe if I do this, he'll piss off. Then again, there aren't many places for him to go in the crowded space.

"How am I being rude?" Ashton responds.

I shrug. "You laughed at me."

"Because you're being rude."

"I'm not being rude."

"Can we stop complaining about who is and is not being rude and figure out how the hell to get out of here?"

I pause and purse my lips together. I'm not one to easily give up a fight, but this kid has a point. Is he even kid? He honestly looks like he's in his forties. "Fine. Deal. But for the record, you're being rude." I smirk and lick my lips.

Ashton, on the other hand, seems to be unamused. "Alright, well, the call button didn't work?"

I shake my head and walk over to him, which is about a step or two forward. Of course we had to get trapped in probably the tiniest elevator in Los Angeles. "Nope. Well, I don't think so. The alarm didn't sound, and I think you're supposed to hear it."

He looks down at his phone. "No signal either, which probably means the power is out."

I look up at the ceiling where the lights of the elevator are still shining. "No, dipshít, the power is not out. The lights are still on."

Ashton bursts out into laughter, clutching onto his stomach and everything. "Oh wow, I'm stupid. We probably just have bad cell reception, or something."

"Well, when do you ever have decent cell reception in an elevator?"

"Touché. Well, someone's gonna get to us eventually, so we might as well just wait it out."

I feel my eyes widen. Waiting? This is his plan? "You're kidding, right?"

"Do you have a better idea?" Ashton snaps. I can tell he's already fed up with me just as much as I am with him. At least we're on the same page for this.

"You could still try and pry-"

"No."

"Fine."

I fold my arms and lean against the back wall slowly blowing air up my face to push my hair out of my eyes. This is going to be a hell of a long time before someone finds us if the damn alarm is broken. I know as soon as I get out of here I am for sure writing a letter of complaint to the manager of this apartment complex and hope I don't get kicked out in the process.

Wait, if Ashton is some big time singer, what was he doing in my apartment building in the first place? Oh boy, this just got juicy.

"Wait, what the hell were you doing in this building in the first place?" I ask with a smirk across my lips.

Ashton's face immediately goes beetroot as he shrugs. "I was meeting with a friend."

"A friend, or a friend?"

"A friend."

"Does this 'friend-'" I use air-quotes around the word friend. "- have boobs and can be screwed by Australian men?"

Ashton smiles. "Hey! You got the accent right. See, some people easily confuse us with British people, which pisses me the hell off. You know we're a lot different even though our ancestors come from British prisoners of war, but when that's all said and done-"