"Good Game." Randy said and then in unison, the Shadowmen snapped and in the blink of an eye, we were back in the Janitors closet. I was uncomfortably close to Matt. I turned to him and smiled. Our injuries were gone. Every scrape scratch and cut vanished like nothing ever happened. Matthew smiled back. But not a "we survived Hallelujah!" kind of smile. A more calm one, romantic even. He laughed a bit saying,
"All that blood looked great on you, It really brought out your eyes." We walked out of the closet. We were on the 13th floor for hopefully the last time. The Stairway door was locked. We had to go down the elevator. I was no longer scared, No longer hurting. We pressed the down arrow and the doors opened. I stepped in, then Matt. He pressed ground floor and as the tacky elevator music started to play he grabbed me and his lips met mine. We crash into the corner as he started to move his hands down my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and still kissing, the elevator door opened.
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Ascendit
Short Story*Completed* Ever wonder why most elevators don't have a 13th floor? Most say its bad luck, 13 just has a bad rep I guess. Or is there something more? Ivy is a nerdy, emo, girl who is trapped with her brother over the summer going football game to f...
