"Stuck In an Elevator with You"

I'm so sorry! I feel guilty for not updating for an entire month!!

PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!

BTW! I decided to change it to 1st person, in Penelopes POV :D That way you'll be able to understand how she feels better :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Hamtaro. But even if I did then I would probably still be writing fanfiction ;D

Penelope's POV:

I could feel Cappy tense and the atmosphere in the small, poorly lit elevator grow awkward. I watched him as he uneasily fixed his cap – even though there was nothing wrong with it – and fidget with his hands. Why was he getting all uncomfortable for? It's not like he cares if I have a boyfriend or not, or does he? He used to care about every single person I thought was cute, hot, or just down right sexy. But lately it's like he couldn't care less. Like I could date a drug dealer and he wouldn't care, but if I mention anything about Pashmina liking another boy or going on a date he'll hyper-venalate(sp?). He always wants to be the only boy – or guy – that has her attention. But that's the thing, my perfect sister has her eyes on only one guy, who just so happened to be my boyfriend.

And that guy was no other than the great and mighty Panda himself.

Now I know what your thinking, Panda? Why would I want to torture my sister like that? But that's the whole point of me dating Panda! You see me and Panda made a deal, because he likes Pashmina and I like Cappy – but you'll never ever get me to say it aloud – and we planned to make the two jealous with our awesome awesomeness. I know I know, most of you are saying: "But Penelope! The jealous scheme never works!" Oh but that's where your wrong, you see my sister and Cappy are both extremely jealous people, and therefore our plan is full proof.

So far it has worked for Panda, but me? I'm having no luck what so ever. Every time I'm seen with Panda by Cappy, I try to make it so obvious – that it's almost obvious that it's fake – that me and Panda are 'dating.' But every time he sees us he just waves and walks off, like he didn't just hear me yelling out "Oh Panda! I'm SOO happy that you're MY BOYFRIEND!" Oblivious git. I have a feeling lady luck is being a bitch and not wanting to lend me some of her luck. Selfish little… I won't finish that sentence. It's not appropriate for fan fiction.

Anyways back to the "story." If this even is a story, it sounds like some twisted love drama in a soap opera, like "General Hospital" or "All My Children" or something.

I continued to watch him fidget with his hands, feet, shirt, or anything he could get a hold of. Why on earth was he so nervous before? The last time I saw him this nervous was when we were getting our report cards for 8th grade, to see if we pass or get held back. He was worried that the teacher had failed him because he kept acting up in class and kept hitting poor old Mr. Bentwood in the head with paper wads and the occasional sock puppet and or spit wad. He stopped fidgeting – finally – and looked up at me as he asked, "Boyfriend?"

"Yes, why is it that hard to believe that I, Penelope Mafura, younger sister of perfect Pashmina Mafura, could get a boyfriend? Because by the way you said that, it sure does."



"Uh no, it's just… why didn't you tell me?"

I stare at him for a moment. Oh, this was getting good. Did he really just ask that question? Poor, poor Cappy. He has no idea what words are coming out of those pink lips of his. Really, he's the one that has been avoiding me for the past month, how could I tell him with him 'accidentally' spilling water all over the place when I become within speaking distance with him, and now he expects me to explain why I didn't tell him? Oh, I'm going to have some fun with this. Hmm, maybe one day they'll turn my life into a twisted soap opera called, "Stuck In an Elevator with the one you lo-" Never mind.

"It's not like you would care." I said haughtily, crossing my arms and putting on my best 'I'm-too-angry-to-talk-to-you-face' and wait for his answer.

He froze, ohhh I hit a nerve now didn't I? Yeah, caught you in the spotlight, now it's the moment of truth (I love that show!). I give him the 'you-better-tell-the-truth-or-else" glare that he's become so scared of that it almost works in an instant. "But I do care… I really do. Don't you believe me?" he said meekly as he began to fidget with his hands once more.

"No you don't, not after you started obsessing over Pash. Now all you think about is Pashmina. You practically eat, drink, sleep, and dream Pashmina. There's probably not one single thought that's not of my sister that you think of. She's the center of your world, and you just spend your days wishing that you were the center of her world. Admit it, you know I'm right about everything."

"That's not –"

"Yes it is true. I mean come on, you're so disconnected from my life that you didn't even know that I was dating someone. What kind of best friend are you? Or should I say ex-best friend?"

He froze again. Did I hit another nerve? I'm getting good at this. By the time the elevator is up and running again I'll have the full truth out of him. Hello little puddle of liquid Cappy. Then he started fidgeting with his hands again like he was before. He looked like he was in deep thought. Maybe he was trying to think of a way to get to Pashmina faster, or maybe, just maybe, he was actually thinking about what I said. I'm betting on the first one. He looked nervously up at me and said, "Yeah but-"

"No buts Cappy!" I said, giving him one of my famous death glares, "It's your own fault that you don't know anything about me anymore! I mean, come on, you haven't answered any of my calls, you always sign off on AIM whenever I sign on, you don't even bother to read my text messages, what gives?!"

"It's just that I, I don't know what to say to you anymore…"

"Oh really? I wonder what the problem is!" I say sarcastically, venom dripping in my words.

Cappy then clutched his hands hard in a fist, I think he's starting to get mad, he looks up at me, anger dancing in his brown eyes, "Why are you mad all of the sudden?"

Oh. No. He. Didn't.

He had no right what so ever to go off and accuse me for something that he started! There is no way in hell that I'm going to let him walk all over me and make it seem like I'm the one to blame. No, I can't do that, I've let people do that way too many times before, there's absolutely no way that I'll let Cappy walk all over me. I think it's about time that I tell a certain brown eyed, green cap wearing, shaggy brown haired boy what's exactly going on in this mind of mine.



"All of the sudden? Cappy! It's not 'all of the sudden'! It's been building up these past few weeks! The first week you totally ignore me in the hallway, then the second week you don't answer my calls, and then the third week you just ignore me all together! What gives!? The only emotion I feel towards you right now is rage, anger, and a strong and passionate dislike, which are all practically the same thing! So tell me Cappy, why have you been ignoring me for the past, oh I don't know, month?!"

"Well, it's just, Sandy and Bijou told me that you were really mad at me…and they told me it would be best if I give you some space."

"Okay, one, I was never mad at you in the first place, and two, I think one month is enough space for a lifetime, don't you think so too?"

"Really?" Cappy said as his eyes gleamed with hopefulness.

"Yeah, but now I'm furious!" I yelled as I watched the hopefulness leave his eyes, only to be replaced by what looked like sadness. I wonder if I'm hitting too many nerves, what if hit so many nerves that he turns into a puddle of quivering liquid Cappy? Heh, that'd be interesting…

"But I don't want you to hate me…"

"I don't right now, but I will if you keep acting like you do!"

"What can I do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What can I do to make you not hate me?"

I look at him for a moment. What can he do? Drop and give me fifty? Give me a million bucks? No, both of those are stupid, but what can I make him do to prove that he truly cares for me and cherishes our friendship? Kiss me? Eww, no. He won't want to do that. Eat dirt? Nah, he'll enjoy that. What about making him kiss that poop faced beyotch Whitney White? Uh, no. That's way too mean, even for me. What can he do? Uhg, this is vexing me, I can't think of one single thing to make him do to prove that he's telling the truth, and that he does really care about me.

He looks back at me with a hopeful look in his eyes. I have to get rid of that hopefulness, he hurt me way too much to have any bit of hopefulness in his eyes. I know, I'm sounding really mean and evil but you'd understand too if you were in my situation. But what's vexing me the most is how I'm going to make him admit that I was right all along and that he's nothing but a quivering puddle of liquid Cappy? What will it take to make him tell the real truth to why he was ignoring me for so long?

He starts to fidget again as I continue of a way to get the answer out of him, and possibly toture him. Oh sush, you'd do it too if you were given this opportunity. But what's the one thing that Cappy loves so much that he would give anything in the world to have it in his grasp? What's the one thing that Cappy obsesses over night and day and doodles all over his notebooks like a giddy little school girl in deep puppy love? Then, suddenly, an idea hits me! Well not physically but mentally, I just figured out what I can make him do! I don't know why I didn't think of this before, it's perfect, its mean, and its testing all at the same time!

There is no way that he could possibly agree to do this, and then therefore I will be declared winner. Hey, like they say, winners never quit and quitters never win. Well then, I choose to be a winner, therefore I always win. Simple as that. And obviously Cappy has chosen to be a quitter, therefore he 

always loses. Poor Cappy, he should've chosen my side. If he did, then he would still be my best friend and we wouldn't be stuck in this stupid elevator interrogating each other.

I turn to him, an evil grin on my face – while he had a worried look on his – as I say, "You have to stop liking my sister."

WOO! I updated! Sorry for the ridiculously long wait! I promise that I'll update in less than a month next time!

Please don't give up on me!

Word Count: 2120

-Mariah-