"Michele? Michele, I can't hear you properly! Damn it!" I shouted down the end of my useless phone as I stepped into the elevator. Why? Why, every time I go to use the lift, my damn phone magically loses all it's reception and goes crazy on me.
Living in the penthouse of the building should mean better service right? I mean, we're up higher or what ever? Ugh, I guess not. I pressed the 'Ground Level' button on the side of the lift and waited patiently for it to move down the building.
"Michele? Can you hear me now?" I ask loudly as a quarter of the building now rests above me. Still nothing; apart from the loud fuzzy crackling and the tiniest hints of her voice. Damn it!
A few floors lower, I start holding my phone up in different corners of the black box, in hope to get at least two bars of reception, but still no luck. Left corner, one bar, right corner, one bar, middle of the box, one bar, I moved to the back of the
box, one bar, closer to the door, one stinking bar. Damn it! I need to finish this phone call!
Michele- my best friend- and I have been asked to attend a charity event this weekend on behalf of my father, whom also happens to own this building and many more like it around England, Ireland and parts of Europe, but anyways, the event is for cancer, breast cancer I think, that's why daddy thought it be suitable if we go. We were in the middle of discussing our dates, Michele being the sex goddess she is, has already scooped up a lucky guy, myself on the other hand, hasn't.
That didn't phase me though, I like going to these events alone, well, with Michele, but by myself, I get to concentrate on the event properly.
After what seems like forever, I've finaly made it half way down the building, man it's big. "Michele, can you hear me now?" I shout down the line again and I catch a short snippet of her voice, alongside static echoes and crumbling fuzziness. "Karina... hear... you.." was all I managed to interpret with the amount of noise over her voice.
"Shit." The bars on my phone fall completely and the call ends. Damn it! I glance over at the red LED screen beside me, 4 more floors to go, yes.
Now, I'm more than anxious to get out of this lift. Before I stepped in, Michele was rambling on about pairing me up with her brother. Like, you'd think she'd have some kind of rule, that includes her best friend staying way, away from her hot older brother, but who knows with Michele, she's full of surprises. Of course I'd like a date, but not with her brother! He's good mates with James.. I shudder, pushing the thoughts of him out of my mind. 2 more floors, I notice, standing anxiously and now slightly agitated awaiting the black doors to slide open. Come on.. Come on.. Come on.. Almost there.. Come on..
PING!
Yes! I glance down at my phone and smile at the fact that all of my service bars have been refilled, swiping the unlock tab, I walk bristly towards the doors only to have all the wind in my body forced out of my mouth.
"Ugh." I grunt as my knees hit the floor, alongside my phone and handbag. Holy shit, I can't breathe. I clutch my stomach and from behind the trolley I hear two boys frantically chatting between one another trying to move the boxes that fell beside me.
"You hit someone you bell end!" an Irish accent shouts towards, presumably the driver of the cart. I hang my head, trying frantically to regather the air in my lungs, but it's no use, I can't breath and my ribs feel like they've been broken and stabbed through my air sockets, tightening around them like killer vines.
"Shit, I'm so sorry." a different accent apologises before kneeling beside me, his accent is different but I've heard it before, Bolton? Or maybe Bradford? I'm not sure, but it distracts me from the thoughts of me not being able to breathe.
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Fanfiction'Friends with Benefits' I'm sure you've heard all about it, books were made on the topic, movies, songs, you name it; it's been done. Everyone knows, you can't be friends and have sex, it never works out. One ends up falling blatantly head over heel...
