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Chapter 11 [Proofed]

Chapter 11

We have been falling for about a minute now. We are all still screaming off the top of our lungs. "Press the button!" I yell.

"I'm trying!" Dustin screams. We then come to a stop and we fall to the ground.

"Oh," I groan, and hold my head.

"I fell on my groin. I feel on my groin," Dustin panics.

"Dustin! Get this off of me," Steve says from under a box. Dustin picks it up and throws it.

"Is everyone okay?" Robin asks.

"Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!" Steve yells.

"I think we clearly established that those buttons don't work," Robin says.

"They're buttons. They have to do something."

"Yeah, if we had a keycard," Robin reasons.

"A what?"

"It's an electronic lock. Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard, it won't operate, meaning-"

"We're stuck in here," I finish.

"Yeah."

"Just so you nerds are aware. I'm supposed to be spending the night at Tina's, and Tina always covers for me. If I'm not home for Uncle Jacks party tomorrow, and my mom finds out you three are responsible, she gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat."

"I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jacks party! Your moms not gonna be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!" Steve looks at me and back at Erica.

"Hey," Dustin points up. "What if we climbed out?"

"That could work," I shrug and walk to the trapdoor and open it. Dustin first goes up, then me, then Steve.

"What we're you saying about climbing?" Steve asks. We look up to see miles and miles of rope. We are far underground.

We climb back down since we were tired. Robin, Dustin and Erica were sleeping except for Steve and I. I was laying on his lower stomach and he was laying down on the floor. "Dude, what if we don't get out of here?" I say.

"We're getting out of here, but how?" Steve thinks.

"We have to figure out some type of way to do it."

"We really do."

Steve and I We're talking all night. We even tried to find out what else we can do to unlock the door. I sit back down and Steve sits inches away from me. Our hands were so close that our pinkies were touching. "You remember the first time we have ever talked?"

"Freshman year right?" Steve replies.

"Yeah, you gave me the nickname sour patch," I make a weirded out face.

"Oh yeah, I remember that."

"You gave the weirdest nicknames."

"It made sense though."

"Um, no."

"Um, yes. It did."

"How?"

"Because you're sweet, but you have an attitude."

"I do not."

"You do, and don't argue because you are wrong here."

I huff, and look up at the elevator ceiling, "we rarely talked, you know?"

"I know. Although, I don't know why."

"Probably because we were completely different people back then."

"Yeah, we were. Sometimes I miss high school."

"Yeah, I do too. I loved the social aspect but not the work."

"Exactly!" Steve smiles.

"I guess we both were the king and queen of Hawkins high."

"Won prom king and queen our junior and senior year," Steve laughs.

"Yeah, I remember whenever we had to do the king and queen dance my boyfriend and Nancy would get all mad."

"I remember that!" He looks and points at me. "Remember senior Ditch day?"

"Oh my God, yes! I remember we all gathered together and went to a festival."

"And then when the sun set we all went to the beach."

"Yes! God I miss high school. Now, it's just getting stuck in a Russian elevator."

"Ha, never thought you would say that now, huh?"

"Nope." I shake my head, "well, imma just-" I lay myself on Steve. "Go to bed."

I feel Steve stiffen and then relax himself. I shut my eyes and take a nap.

I wake up to Dustin talking about a code red so, I ask Steve to check on Dustin.

Steve's POV;

"Hey," I poke my head up. "Gotta take it easy on that thing. Gonna drain the battery."

"The mall just opened."

"So?"

"So someone could be in range."

"What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?"

"Alright, why are you suck s cranky pants after getting to spend the night with Y/n?"

My eyes go wide, "shh! Jesus Christ. She could hear you. Keep it down."

"I heard you guys talking all night."

"We we're trying to figure out a way to open up the door while you children were sleeping. After eight hours, we're still exactly nowhere, which is, you know, probably just a little bit of the reason why I'm feeling just- a tad cranky." I jump to the edge of the elevator so I can piss.

"You still haven't shot your shot, you know. Some guys gonna swoop her up," Dustin says. "And what are you doing?"

I look back at him, " what does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking a leak. Look away. Look away!" I whip it out and start pissing.

"Can you redirect your stream, please?" I hear Robin yell.

I aim differently, "yeah, but how would I even ask her out?"

"Ask her that. Be like 'I really like this girl and I was wondering if you can help me come up with ideas on how to ask her.' She'll tell you what she likes."

"That's good. You think it'll work? So, I ask her that and she tells me what to do and then a couple days later I do what she says,"

"Yep, Easy peasy," Dustin says.

I get finished peeing and zip my pants. Y/n pokes her head through the trapdoor, "we've got company." She gets up and so does the others. We hear the Russians open the door and eventually leave. We jump down and I grab Erica's bottle of green substance that she took from the Russian's and use it to stop the elevator door.

"Let's go." I say. I push Erica out first, then Dustin, then Robin, then Y/n and I go at the same time. It was just in time before the bottle gave in. It spattered on the ground and dissolve the floor.

"You wanted that inside of you?" Y/n laughs. Erica looks at her with an annoyed face.