The Story of E & A

12 YITF, Chapter 5: The Elevator Pt. 1

A/N I was listening to the Arctic Monkeys - 505 and Arctic Monkeys - Do I wanna Know? when I wrote this. It kind of made the vibe for this one, give it a listen it really good. And probably to early to add this trope, but I'm really impatient and couldn't help myself. 

Drew POV

""So the first thing you thought of was 'hi guys. This guy over here owns you. Have a great rest of your day'?" Steph repeated, looking both surprised and amused.

"I don't know! I panicked and I said the first thing that came to mind!" I whined, shoving my face into a pillow.

"What happened when you meet the board?" She questioned, fixing her blonde ponytail.

"It went a lot better than the meet and greet with the team. I didn't really have to do much other than sit and listen."

"And what did they say?"

"It turned into a passive aggressive pissing contest between Rowell and Medina. They both obviously want Ev to be the deciding factor in their 'civil war'. Medina also said that it would be a good idea if I fill Ev in on everything that's going on and why he should side with him."

"What did Ev say?"

"He found a polite way to object but eventually didn't have a choice."

"And what did you say"

"I said I would do it and that i didn't mind."

"And what did-"

"Do you have any actual advice to give?" I snapped.

"Okay. I'm trying to help you, so you can take it down five and we can make a plan on how to get you guys back together. Or you can step outside, walk yourself down to your own office, and act like a child their."

"I'm sorry I snapped," I apologized and started to pace, "I just want to be friends again and he doesn't even want to talk about what happened. Let alone accept my apology and move past it."

"Maybe you won't have to meet soon? Then you'll have enough time to think of a way to bring up the topic, right?" Steph suggested. That would have worked if I didn't have lunch scheduled with him next Wednesday. It was a Thursday so I had today and five days until doomsday. Doom as in I blew up the situation like I did all those years ago.

Ev POV

Thursday afternoon I arrived at the stadium for my lunch with Drew. I wasn't looking forward to it. I didn't want to see him or think about what happened. I just wanted to keep the past in the past and move on with life. But it seemed like the universe wanted to drag me back into the past.

When I walked into Drew's office he was laying on his couch with his legs crossed at the ankles and a tablet in his hand. He was mumbling to himself and looked like he was making plays or reviewing footage. I couldn't tell from the angle he was at, but he was faced away from the door and looked pretty focused. I decided to not to interrupt him and look around his office.

During the tour, I hadn't seen his space but it was pretty much what I expected. While my office was glass and metal, Drew's was dark wood and leather. His desk was in the far left corner and it was made of a dark wood polished with a matching leather chair. Across from his desk was a bookshelf with cabinets at the bottom, and the top served as a display case for his awards. Next to the bookcase was a framed jersey that read Garcia Cavero. The jersey was red with white details and was signed by at least two dozen different people. There were three couches making a square in the center of the room. There was a small cart with liquor on it but it looked like it hadn't been touched. If I had more time I would have observed everything but Drew finally noticed my presence.

"How long have you been here?" He questioned.

"Not long," I shrugged and looked at the jersey again. "Are you ready to go?"

"Sure," he mumbled and looked for his coat. He was wearing black Nike sweatpants and a plain white hoodie. The coat was a black sleeveless light puffer jacket that it was probably too late in Fall for. We walked out the office and he was squeezing his fist like there was a foam ball in his hand. It was his nervous tic since forever and I wondered what he was so nervous about. We got into the elevator and I pressed the button for the first floor. We went down for two seconds until the elevator came to a screeching halt.

"Does this normally happen?" I asked when the emergency button started to glow red.

"Not usually," Drew said as he tried pressing the button to open the doors. The doors opened slightly and showed that we were in between the third and second floor and the crack was too small to slip through.

"I think we're stuck." Drew said as he closed the doors.

"No shit genius." I muttered knowing Drew could obviously hear me.

"Do you have any ideas on how to get out?"

"If I did I would be doing them,"

"Then don't be a prick and start thinking of some." He advised and took out his phone. He scrolled through some contacts and called someone who's name was out of view.

"Hey Steph. No we haven't actually left yet. Why? Because we...um.. Got stuck in an elevator." Even from three feet away I could hear the other person laughing. "Yeah, yeah, get it all out now. ahuh... Of course I didn't click all the buttons! I'm not five years old! Can you please tell maintenance to get us out...Two hours? Because they're not on site?... Okay. Whatever. We don't have much of a choice but to wait for them. Mhum. Bye." He hung up and sat on the floor without saying a word. Then took out a small rubber ball and started throwing it against the wall. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Fine. If he didn't want to talk, we could sit in silence for two hours. I opened my email and tried to answer a couple but it was hard to think when all I could focus on was- Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

"Do you mind?" I asked with annoyance.

"Mind what?" He replied, still bouncing the stupid rubber ball. Thunk.

"I'm actually trying to work so could you stop acting like a toddler and quit it?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?" he questioned, standing up and crossing his arms defensively.

"That you were never very mature even when we were kids and you don't seem to be on the way there either."

"Okay well who wears suits everyday 24/7? And I remember you being just as immature!" He retorted with his brows starting to scrunch. I glanced down at what I had been wearing and I thought I looked good. I wasn't wearing a vest that day, but I did have on a light brown suit and pants with a black button up that had the top button undone.

"Coming from someone that wears jeans and sweatpants all the time that doesn't mean much."

"Why are you being like this?" He groaned and looked towards the sky.

"Being like what?"

"Difficult! Started a stupid fight because you're angry about something."

"I'm not angry about anything." I huff and roll my eyes. I lean on the elevator, cross my legs at the ankles, and try to give my best, 'I couldn't care less' attitude.

"You're angry about high school." He stated like it was a fact and not a guess.

"I'm not." I told him, even though I definitely was. "Even if I was, I still don't want to talk about it." For a moment he stayed silent. I thought we were done talking and were going to spend the next two hours in silence, but Drew obviously had other plans. 

A/N : I know I left this one on a cliffhanger, but the chapter was going to be way too long! I will probably do an update Wednesday with the next part, but if I don't feel like writing ill post Saturday.  - Naomi