Upon Arrival

Chapter Four: (Katie)- Who care's about a button when you're stuck in a elevator

Chapter Four: Who care's about a button when you're stuck in a elevator

"I don't care about the damn button! I just want it to work." I said taking my hand from him.

"Yeah, well I think you should stop."

"No."

"Damn it. You're going to break it. Then we'll never get out of here. Do you want that?"

I sighed, and removed my hand. He had a point. "No."

"Thank you." He said, a little sarcastic.

Well he doesn't have to be rude about it. "Don't have to be rude." I muttered.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing nothing." I said raising my hands in defence.

"Uh huh." Was all he said. But he was giving me this look.

Hours passed, and nothing changed. I ended up pulling my book from my bag and read. Josh on the hand sat there. It's not like it's my problem that I had my bags with me and he didn't.

I looked up and saw that he was staring at me.

Lowering my book, I marked it and set it down.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing."

"Right, 'cause you staring at me for the past hour or whatever is nothing."

"It's not like I have anything else to do." He said pointing towards my book.

I sighed. "You want to read it?" I offered.

He shook his head. "No, you continue."

I rolled my eyes at him, picked my book up and continued to read.

I heard him sigh. "What is it now?" I asked him.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"I don't know you."

"Yeah, I know this. Thank's captain obvious."

"See, I don't you. I don't know how sarcastic you are, how annoying you are, how old, where you're from, nothing." He said.

"Yeah, and it's not like I know you either." I told him. Though really, I kind of already knew some stuff.

"So then why don't we know anything?" He asked.

"Uh, well...." I stumbled for words.

"Exactly, we should start. We are stuck in here together."

Again, he had a point. He's been having a lot of those. Why don't I have any of those?

"What do you want to know?" I asked him.

He sat there. Thinking, I guess? Maybe he's trying to find the right one's? Oh, I don't know.

"Where are you from?" He finally said.

"North Dakota. You?"

"Kentucky. Age? I mean that's if you want to answer. 'Cause, you know, girl's don't like to answer that."

I shook my head, "I don't mind. Seven-teen. You?" I asked him, though I already knew.

"Eight-teen. Umm, color?" I he asked not sure if he wanted to ask that or not.

"Yellow."

"Really? Yellow?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with yellow?"