The Elevator and the Boy; Pt. 1

The wind blew through the trees, whistling through their branches and rustling the multicolored leaves overhead. Mel hugged her thin jacket closer to her body, the wind whipping her dirty blonde hair in all directions. Her messenger bag swung carelessly from her shoulder. The sun was quite deceiving, she thought, its golden glow doing nothing to lessen the chill that was in the air. Fall had arrived, and though Mel was accustomed to the chilly London weather, she still wished it would hold off for a bit longer.

The trek to Mel’s apartment was only a couple of minutes away from where she worked, but the battle against the strong gusts of wind made it seem like hours. When she finally reached her apartment complex, she rushed inside the revolving doors, relieved to feel the warm blast of air. Showing her building pass to the doorman, she hastily made for the elevator, anxious to begin working on her article for “The Teller.” which was her town’s local newspaper. She was working on a piece to expose a corrupt politician stealing funds from the Department of Education for exotic vacations and fancy American boarding schools. A large undertaking for a 21 year old novice, but she was sure it was going to be her big break.

She reached the elevator, and pressed the up button. Living on the top floor was a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, she had a magnificent view of the town, and often enjoyed looking out the window for inspiration; on the other hand, the elevator very often broke, causing her to walk up 14 flights of stairs just to reach her apartment. The sound of the elevator arriving brought her out of her daydream. She stepped inside, secretly happy it was empty. Her happiness however, was short lived. She heard a male voice yell “Hold the doors!” Mel reluctantly stuck her hand out, halting the closing doors. A young man, about 21 or 22 rushed inside. “Sorry, sorry. Thanks for the help” he rambled, pressing the button for the 13th floor. “It was no problem.” she replied, leaning against the elevator wall. Mel couldn’t help but stare at the boy who had entered the elevator. He was very attractive, his brown hair was artfully messy, his piercing blue eyes seem to hold a playful glint, and his 100 watt smile seemed to light up the elevator.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked, waving a hand in front of my face. “What? Oh, no you don’t. I’m sorry, I guess I just zoned off.” “It’s fine.” he laughed. All of a sudden, the elevator jolted violently. Mel found herself loosing her balance, and began to fall forwards in what seemed like slow motion. She closed her eyes, and braced for impact, however, she never reached the floor. Opening her eyes, she stared into the face of the boy. It may sound cliche, but she could have sworn she felt sparks where his hands held her. “Thanks.” she said, after getting to her feet. The elevator had stopped moving, leaving them stranded in between levels. This was like a scene from a crappy romance film; I just hoped this ended with a kiss.

“Well I guess we’re stuck together for a bit.” She sighed, hoping she sounded casual. “I guess so. I’m going to call for help.” He said, producing a silver smartphone from his breast pocket. “Hello, Is this the front desk?…this is Chase Reynolds, I’m stuck in an elevator with…” He paused, and looked and me. It took me a moment to realize he needed my name. “Mel Bright” she said. “…Mel Bright. If you could please send someone to help us. Thanks.” He hung up, and ran a hand through his hair. “This is just great.” he said sarcastically, sitting on the floor. I followed suit, sitting down across from him.

“Hey, it could be worse, you could be stuck with Mrs. Smith, the cat lady, from apartment 23d.” Mel said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Chase chuckled a little, but his eyes still held worry and a little bit of hysteria in them. He looked like he was on the verge of freaking out. “Mel, you should know that I’m claustrophobic.” Chase said, the worry in his eyes slowly being replaced with complete panic. His breathing began coming in pants, and he was shaking uncontrollably. This was not good, not good at all.“It’s going to be okay, they’ll get us out, I always get stuck on this fricking elevator, and I’m not dead yet. Great odds if you ask me.” She said. Mel had never been very good at comforting people, but she hoped she had at least helped. “H-hold my hand, I need s-something to h-hold onto.” He stuttered. I quickly grabbed his hand. Score. He squeezed it so tightly, both our knuckles began to turn white. Geez this guy was strong.

Then, I heard voices on the floor above us. Bits and pieces of their conversation drifted down to me. “Almost done with the repairs sir.” The first voice said. “Stall a little longer Stumpy, I need to find out where that insolent girl keeps the information about my…extra transactions.” The second voice said, and I gasped. That was the voice of the corrupt politician I was writing the article on. I glanced down at my bag, and laughed a little. The papers he was looking for currently resided in my “I Love NYC” bag. What an idiot.“We can’t leave them down there any longer boss, or they might run out of air.” Stumpy said, and Mel heard a loud sigh. “Fine, bring them up.”

The elevator started with a lurch, causing Chase to cry out in surprise. She had almost forgotten he was there. When the doors opened, they both burst out as if we hadn’t seen fresh air in days. Chase turned to me and said “Thanks for your help, I’m sorry about all that. I don’t do so well in tight spaces.” “It was no problem, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad we’re okay” She replied. Chase pulled her in for a hug, and she gladly obliged. When he pulled back, Mel could still feel the ghost of his arms on her. Chase gasped suddenly, causing me to jump. “What’s wrong?” Mel asked. “I need to call my boyfriend to let him know I’m okay.” Chase said. I did a double take. “Your boyfriend?” Mel stuttered disbelievingly. “Yup.” He said. Mel wanted to scream in frustration. The one time she meets a cute guy with a sense of humor, and he’s already taken. “You have got to be kidding me.” She whispered to herself. “Well I have to go, maybe I’ll see you around.” Mel said, then got out of there as fast as she could. She didn’t stop running until she reached her apartment.

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