Elevator (Completed)

21a

•twenty one (a)•

"You again, you again. I'm bored of your face, loki." Gabriella smirked and got into the elevator.

Luke snorted. "Keep telling yourself that. I know you secretly want to attack this so badly, just admit it, hun bun." He said, pointing to his face.

Gab noticed he had got dark circles under his eyes.

"Keep dreaming, loki." She snorted.

"Oh, in my dream, we were doing such a moree enjoyable thing in here, abby." He smirked. "Wanna try?"

"I'll pass."

He chuckled. "By the way, I made my own fortune cookies." He took a plastic bag filled with fortune cookies out of his jeans pocket. "Try one." He grinned, handing her a cookie.

"Luke. I'm not going to eat that. It was separated from your butt by a freaking plastic bag." Gab looked at Luke like he had grown his third head.

"But my butt is clean."

She made a face.

"Alright, just read the message, then." He smirked.

She eyed him suspiciously before taking the paper out.

"Luke Clayton is the hottest man alive. Ha ha, nice, loki." She threw the paper at him and handed him his cookie. "I hope you enjoy the taste of your own butt." She pulled out her tounge and got out.

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Me: things have gone very smoothly. Too smooth. I'm gonna make something happen in the next chapter. Moahahahahaha

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