Cupid's Love

Chapter 9 - Elevator malfunction

***DYLAN'S POV***

I woke up to a banging noise coming from the kitchen. I walked in to see Cupid looking through my drawers.

"What are you doing?" I asked walking up to him.

He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and looked at me pleadingly. "Please give me back the spare key, I worked really hard to get it."

I raised my eyebrow. "What do you mean you worked hard to get it?"

"I don't want to talk about it...I find it...traumatic." He looked at my pocket and right away I knew he knew it was in there.

Oh no...

I ran out of the apartment and down the stairs with him following after me. After a while I lost sight of him, in fact, I lost sight of him when I began going down the stairs.

He probably gave up.

At least that's what I thought until I finally made it to the lobby.

"Hey Dylan, how's it going?" He grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the elevator. I couldn't yell for help because one, that would be weird, and two, no one else was there.

"Cupid, I can't. Please don't make me go in there!" I tried to escape his grasp but failed miserably.

He pulled me into the elevator. I slowly began freaking out. I tried to calm down and thankfully he hadn't noticed that I was panicking. It was going okay until the elevator stopped. It stopped in the middle of going up. My worst fear. I couldn't relax, I freaked and didn't care if Cupid saw or not.

"Hey, I think the elevator is—" he looked at me and quickly grabbed my shoulders.

"What's wrong?" He asked concerned.

"I—I can't, I fear elevators for this specific reason...I am freaking out!" I struggled to keep my breath steady and held my shaky hand up to my chest. "What—what if we never get out? What if—if we...die? What if we run out of oxygen?!" I screamed, clearly thinking irrationally.

"Hey, look at me," he made me face him. "Everything is going to be alright, I just need you to calm down and take deep breaths okay? Just copy me," He said as he breathed in and then out.

I copied him for what felt like an eternity but was most likely only 5 minutes. I finally felt better after a while. It surprised me how quick he was to handle the situation and calm me down. How serious he became rather than continue being obnoxious.

"Are you okay now?" He asked.

"Yeah, um, thanks, a lot. That really helped me," I said not looking at him, I was quite embarrassed. It's never easy showing your weaknesses to others.

He smirked.

Oh no.

I felt an impending doom.

"Anything for you hun, but now I deserve something in return," He leaned in close.

Oh no, please no, I'm scared.

He kissed my cheek. I looked at him in shock.

"What? Did you think I was gonna kiss you on the lips?" He smirked again.

My face felt hot.

"I mean if you wanted it that bad, I don't see why not." He began leaning in again.

Oh shit. No, no, no, no, n—

Suddenly a speaker in the elevator beeped, "Hello there, sorry for the elevator malfunction, it has now been restored and will begin again eventually. Thank you for your patience," it beeped again, signaling that it was off.

Cupid had stopped and was just staring at me. I looked back at him relieved that he didn't kiss me.

"Oh don't look so relieved dear, I am still going to kiss you."

He lifted my chin and kissed me. I am not going to lie and say it was horrible. It was soft and nice. The only problem was that he wouldn't stop. He kept on kissing me and I wasn't able to stop him because I liked it.

Ahhhsnagzgwbsixk what am I saying!?!? I do not like Cupid or his kiss!!!

He stopped when the elevator dinged signaling that we made it to the third floor. I, with all my willpower, ran as fast as I could into my apartment then shut and locked the door. I then ran into my room and shut then locked the door as well.

I realized that I was just kissed by that idiot and liked it. It was a horrifying truth.

What was I thinking?! Why did I let him kiss me!? I can't process anything right now, my head is all mushy. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!