The Elevator

Based on the fic suggestion from 5hfanfiction on tumblr:

I saw you trying to hit the "door close" button on the elevator but I made it in and then pushed every single button to make you later for work, but now we're stuck in this fucking elevator as it stops at every single floor and I don't know what to say other than "you started it".

Enjoy!

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I hate my job. That's right. I'm honest about it. I hate bartending at a sleazy shit hole all night to make ends meet. What's worse is I don't even get to see her anymore when I come home. My neighbor and ex­lover, Lauren. We were never really together but those long nights in my bedroom could've fooled me.

I walked out of my apartment and locked the door behind me. When I looked out I could see her in the elevator.

We locked eyes and she quickly tried pushing the 'door close' button as always.

We ended up on the wrong foot, the last time we spoke. I guess I pissed her off by telling her my true feelings and she just called me a 'quick fuck' then left without the slightest regard for my feelings. I've learned that's who she is, though. The girl who doesn't let emotions rule her life whereas I'm nobody without a little sensitivity.

I stuck my hand out to stop the doors from separating us.
"Guess it's luck, huh?" I joked walking into the small area.

Lauren crossed her arms and averted her eyes away from me, "I'm not talking to you."

I'm a very patient person but being ignored is not my favorite thing. I had enough of her cold shoulder. I quickly pressed every single button, lighting up the board like a tiny Christmas tree.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" She yelled out. "I'll be late for work."

"So will I but you started it." I retorted glaring at her.

"What do you mean I started it?! I was a helpless bystander at your crazy impulse." She insisted running her fingers through that long dark hair.

The elevator began stopping at the 10th floor which was empty and we both stood there.

"Can't we just talk about us?" I asked feeling the slight tension build between us in the small space.

"There is no us. Don't you understand?"

I scoffed, "There was at some point. Don't you even miss me? Miss us? We got along so great."

"Yeah, until you fucked it up."

I shook my head in disbelief. This girl that I've grown so fond of has no remorse for the way she's treated me. So, why can't I give up on her?

"I fucked it up? By telling you how I feel? Wow, Lo. You've really outdone yourself this time." I mockingly applauded her.

"I told you that I can catch feelings, Camz."

Ding. 9th floor.

"And why not?" I asked feeling myself growing angrier as the feeling of rejection built inside of me.

"I'm not good in relationships. Camz, it was great seeing you at night and having fun but that's all this was. A little fun."

"So," I tried to think of the words, "This was all just fun. You never found anything you liked about me."

She finally turned her beautiful green eyes towards me to talk, "You know I think you're great. It's just that­"

"Nothing." I bit at her. "You liked me. Just say it. You're just afraid of commitment."

"I did like you, Camila! Okay! Is that what you wanna hear?! Jesus, your nagging is only making this worse."

Ding. 7th floor.

"My nagging is making this worse or is it just that you're afraid that you may like more than you wanna admit? Maybe you love me."

She glared at me, "Don't start this shit right now."

"Cause I love you, Lauren. Okay?"

Lauren ran both of her hands through her hair and gripped fistfuls of it, trying to catch a grip on her reality. "This isn't happening." She mumbled to herself while turning towards the wall of the elevator away from me.

I put my hand on her arm and softly told her, "This is happening, Lauren. I love you."

Ding. 4th floor.

The doors closed again and I was losing precious time to get her to come to truce. "No you don't. It's lust." She muttered still keeping herself away from me.

"Lust doesn't make me feel like this, Laur. Lust didn't make me kidnap you in a elevator. Love did it. I want to hear you say it. I know you love me. The way you would look at me is enough evidence." I tried to pull her towards me but she was clutching on the rail with all of her might.

"I don't look at you any differently than anyone else."

"Yes you do." I insisted. "You make me feel like I'm the only person in the room when you look at me. And when I look at you I feel the same. I love to see you after a long night of work. I love to be safely placed in your arms and fall asleep on your lap while we watch my DVR­ed episodes of Law and Order."

Ding. 3rd floor.

"Tell me the truth Lauren."

She turned around with tears brimming those beautiful eyes, almost ruining that perfect winged eyeliner.

"What do you want me to say?" She asked with her arms crossed once more as she tried to keep her composure.

"If I have to tell you then I guess those tears say it all. I guess I really am nothing." I sighed out turning away from her and looking towards the door as it opened again.

Ding. 2nd floor.

"Camila, I­-"

I shook my head, "Unless you say what I want to hear, I don't want you to talk to me at all." I insisted.

If begging her won't work, then maybe throwing the silent treatment back at her will.

But the elevator was moving down fast and we were almost to our stop. The chances of her admitting her feelings were now one thousand to one.

Ding. First floor.

I lifted my head, pushed back my shoulders and tried to walk out but Lauren pressed the 'door close' buttons once more to lock me in with her.

She gripped my arm and turned me towards her, "Fine. I love you. Okay? This is what you wanted, right? I'm just­-I'm just scared Camila. I'm not good in relationships. I'm not good in anything like this, but you're right. I do want something more."

"You mean it?" I needed assurance that she was serious. I can't just have her say these things and then we go back to the way it was.

Lauren sniffled and nodded to finally contain herself, "I do."

I rested my arms on her shoulders and locked my fingers around the back of her neck while she pulled me in by my waist.
Our eyes were locked on each other for a moment until she leaned in with me following her lead and our mouths were connected. Slowly moving our lips together in a passionate make out session. Nothing too heated but something different than we used to do. This time it seemed sweeter. It seemed true. It seemed like it had something that was lacking before, love.

We pulled away with a smile directed towards each other.

She let me go and I did the same as she pressed the 'door open' button.

She grabbed my hand and we walked out of the building together. This is where our paths split apart for the night.

I looked to Lauren and smiled, "I'll see you after work?"

She nodded with a confident smile, "I'll be passed out on your couch as usual."

"I wouldn't want it any other way." I told her as I spun around on my heel and began walking down the street to my shitty job.