𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟

𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄

"wanna watch netflix on my phone?" he asked.

i nodded and moved over, but kept my distance.

we've been in the elevator for about two and a half hours now.

we've talked about random things and got to know each other.

the more i learn about him, the more captivated i become.

he told me he plays instruments, he can surf, he loves fruit more than his life, he loves watching the notebook, and he bites his nails way too often.

ironically, we needed up watching the notebook.

i was sitting right next to him, our shoulders were almost touching.

almost.

in the middle of the movie, he got a call from someone named jade.

"who's that?" i asked.

"my girlfriend."

the call kept ringing, but he wouldn't move.

so i answered it for him.

i felt him tense beside me as he brought the phone to his ear.

i could immediately hear his girlfriend screaming on the other end of the line.

"where the fuck are you?" she raged.

"i-i'm sorry, the elevator got stuck, im waiting to get out," he stuttered.

"why didn't you just take the stairs? are you alone in there?" she questioned.

"i don't know, i just didn't. and yes, i'm alone," he lied.

i gave him a confused look and he held his hand up, which i jokingly high fived. he held back a laugh as he continued listening to his girlfriend.

"well, i'm going to the beach, just text me when you get out."

the line went dead.

he dropped his phone is his lap and ran his fingers over his face.

"so, am i nonexistent?" i asked, thinking about the lie he told earlier.

"she just gets jealous," he said.

"of a random bitch in an elevator that also has a boyfriend? no offense, bud, but that's some crazy trust issues," i shrugged.

"i know," he sighed.

i could tell he wanted to say more, but he held back. he looked like he wanted to explode and rant, but he held back for some unknown reason.

maybe he's holding back because he's afraid that i will judge him.

"and?" i pressed.

"and what?"

"you've got more to say."

"no, i don't."

"yes, you do. i know you do. why are you holding back?" i continued on.

"i dont. even if i did, why would i tell you?" he asked.

"because i'm a stranger. you can rant to me and i won't judge you," i said.

he stared straight ahead at the wall for what felt like forever before he opened his mouth again.

"have you ever felt trapped in a relationship?" he asked.

"every single fucking day. why?"

"because. i don't mean to offend you, but girls are so damn possessive," he sighed.

"well, yeah, but it's because we're scared. they're always someone prettier out there. i don't mean to offend you, but guys only ever look surface level," i responded.

"that's the problem, though. i've looked everywhere and i'm realizing that she's not what i want. she acts like i'm her property," he said, his eyes starting to droop.

"give me an example, i said.

"well, for starters, she's be pissed if she knew you're in here with me," he chuckled.

i bit back a smile, his laugh really gives me butterflies.

"one time, i kid you not, i hung out with her every day of the week except for saturday. i promised my friends i would go to their party on saturday. i was actually really excited, i hadn't seen my friends in a while. when i was getting ready to leave, she threw a fit and started crying and i guess i'm a softie for crying girls because i gave in and stayed home. that's how possessive she is," he explained.

"alright, bud, let me ask you somethin. if she's that possessive, why the hell are you still dating her? i mean, don't get cocky, but you're pretty good looking. you should go find yourself someone that treats you right," i informed.

"i don't know why i'm still dating her. i have no fuckin idea."

"i think that's reason enough to break up with someone," i said.

he looked at me and nodded, his face dropping.

"does someone need a hug?" i asked, knowing he's upset.

once again, i don't know how i can sense it, but i can sense he's upset.

he nodded and set his phone down. he wrapped his arms around my neck as mine circled around his torso. i felt him nuzzling his head into my neck and i felt like i was falling in love.

as i held him, i tried to sort out my thoughts.
did i seriously develop feelings for a guy i met three hours ago.
i mean, he's totally handsome. he's got the most adorable tooth gap, his smile is so precious. he's got the most amazing eyes, they truly look like oceans. most importantly, i've learned that he's not afraid to show vulnerability.

to me, that's the most attractive thing about a guy. if a guy can swallow his pride and show vulnerability, i fall in love.

something hudson has never done.