"One, two, three" I mumbled under my breath as I tried to estimate the amount of time it would take before this elevator would actually get to my floor this was just great first my lecturer dumps a project on me, then one of pens explodes spilling the vibrant pink ink all over the contents of my bag and if that wasn't bad enough I am now standing soaking wet because of an unexpected thunderstorm- thank you inaccurate weather man.
Waiting for the damn elevator that now that I think about it has probably stopped working because of the Lightning sighing in defeat I scooped up my things preparing to walk the extremely long journey to my apartment that consisted of no less than 12 flights of stairs when suddenly the stupid German invented lift decided to make its grand entrance. People spewed out of its mouth and into the already busy lobby surprisingly I seemed to be the only one left the only one who had the patience enough to stick out the never ending wait for this elevator's arrival
Dragging my feet across the milky white porcelain tiles I made my way into the elevator with the sole purpose of riding this thing all the way up to my floor and barricading myself in my bedroom until the universe itself was over ... I was abruptly jolted out my reverie by the sound of somebody screaming "hold the elevator" as if on autopilot my hand jolted out to hold the doors for this random stranger who sounded just as desperate as I felt to get behind closed doors, it took me about four seconds to realize who the voice belonged to, two seconds longer than a normal human's reaction time to any situation but by the time I had realized the voice belonged to none other than Aquaman himself it was too late as Barry was already sprinting into the elevator at lightning speed .
"Heyo neighbour" Barry smiled hitting our floor number again which annoyed me, it was already lit up orange letting him know I had already pressed it. What did he think my plan was to stand in the elevator all night because I have forgotten what floor I live on?
"Hmm" I hummed in acknowledgement pulling my phone from my pocket, it might only be twelve floors but that's eleven too many to spend in a confined space with him.
Entertaining myself on my phone, clicking on anything possible, news, games, social media and any other random app I could open and close again – anything to make it look as if I was doing something so I didn't have to talk to him. I have spent the past two weeks trying to avoid him, checking the hallway every time I leave my apartment afraid he is going to ambush me the second my foot crossed over the doorway from my private sanctuary.
Looking out of the corner of my eyes at Barry to see that stupid smile on his face again – does his jaw not hurt with all the freaking smiling her does? I will admit I am very pleased to see he has more clothing on this time, much more of an improvement from a towel or my robe, both of which left little to the imagination. The same towel he left on my bedroom floor like an animal, the towel I had to launder with my own laundry and leave on his door step with yet another note, telling him to pick his towel up in the future and as he liked my kiwi body wash so much he might like my strawberry scented laundry detergent as well but then again he's probably used to his mother picking his used towel up off the floor – stupid momma's boy.
The stupid elevator came to a sudden abrupt stop causing me to stumble into Barry, his arms wrapped around me saving me from falling onto my ass. My hands fisted his black coat afraid he was going to let go after all just to see me fall to a cold painful death in the middle of a broken elevator Finding my feet again, I loosened my grip on his coat, clearing my throat while looking at his arms circling my waist.
"I think you can let go now" I looked at anything but his face, to the top left corner of the elevator to the small dirt smudge mark on the wall behind him - Anywhere but his face.
"Oh so you do talk?" he questioned sarcastically making my eyes at him.
"Only when it suits me" I shrugged looking at his arms as another hint to tell him to let go off me. "And it suits me right now – get your hands off me" I began to lose my patience with him, why can't he just do what I tell him too – typical male, hears one thing and does the complete opposite.
"Nah I'm good, maybe if I keep hold of you then you might continue talking to me, you know because this position seems to "suit you ""
"Get your hands off me and press the god damn emergency alarm before I hit it with your head"
"I'm enjoying myself, I don't know about you" the stupid smile he always wears turned into a smirk, a smirk I felt like slapping right off his face.
"Fine I'll do it myself" I began to fight against his hold to free myself.
Pushing against his hard chest I hoped to spring his arms open, there for freeing me but his grip became stronger the harder I pushed. Lifting my leg to step backwards hoping plan B would be better but instead of making contact with the floor, miss judging the space between us my knee collided with Barry's manhood the sound that escaped his quivering lips resembled somewhat the sound of something dying a slow painful death – he may as well have been, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself laughing at the freak accidently that I had just caused I finally looked at Barry to see his face screwed up so tight – to the point I thought his face was going to swallow itself. Reaching the part where it came to snapping his legs shut for protection - personally I have always thought it a waste of time to do that after the injury had taken place but that's men for you and just as I thought I as home free from this pending conversation Barry's leg caught with mine sending us both crashing to the floor.
Screaming in surprise, preparing myself for the hard landing, my head landed on Barry's arm as he hovered above his eyes searching my face for some kind of answer as to how this happened. The shopping bags he had brought into the elevator now strewn around the small space. To say my bad day just got "slightly worse" would be considered euphemism.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked once I had come back to my senses , looking up at Barry I couldn't help but notice how green his eye are when close up. To the point I felt almost breathless as I looked into them. The way the green compliments the small speckles of brown – I could look at them for hours.
"You just kneed me in the – you know what's" he spoke through gritted teeth, his minty breath hitting my face due to the close proximity.
"Well could you maybe get your fat ass of me because you're just about crushing my lungs" I pressed my hands against his hard chest again trying to push him off me but he's just too heavy for me to move.
"I'm in pain here" he continued to hover over me, to be honest I'm surprised my knee found anything to collide, I expected him to be a Barbie doll under his skinny jeans. "And can we just make one thing crystal clear – I do not have a fat ass, I have been told many times that I have a very peachy ass – you can feel if you want too" he winked at me. Unable to help it I found myself rolling my eyes at him.
"I don't want to touch any part of you thank you very much, if I had a choice I wouldn't breathe the same air as you"
"Now you're just being mean" he pouted the so called pain he is in all of a sudden gone, which only confirms that he might be a Barbie doll under the skinny jeans he is so fond of.
"No I think you'll find I'm being honest – now get off me you Heffalump" I punctuated it with another hard shove to his shoulders.
"I'm good with this you're actually talking to me, if I get up then you'll stop talking and I am very comfortable" he lowered a little more of his weight onto my stomach, his face moving closer to mine to the point I thought he was going to kiss me. "And you know in this position we could make sweet sweet love to –"
"Finish that sentence and I'll make sure you make sweet sweet nothing to anyone every again" I lifted my hand to flick him in the forehead surprised when I didn't hear an echo which means he does have a brain but as for how big it is - that's still up for debate.
"Are you always this mean to people or is it just me?" he asked with no intentions of getting off me.
"If you get off me – I'll talk to you" I said anything to get him off me – well out of my personal space because the intensity of his eyes, the intoxicating minty smell of his breathe and the weight of him on top if me is becoming too much to handle. I need space between us and I need it – NOW!
"Promise?" he questioned his face lighting up like a child on Christmas day who had just received a brand new tub of Lego to play with.
"What are you four?"
"Just making sure you're not lying to me"
"I promise now get the hell of me fat ass"
Suddenly his weight shifted off me as he jumped back up to his feet, extending his hand to help me up. Brushing aside his hand I pulled myself up onto my feet. Using my hand to brush myself down from the dirty and who knows what else is on this floor. Pulling my phone from my pocket again I back into the corner and began to play with it once again. I might have lied to him about talking to him but he doesn't know me so I don't have to keep my promises with him. If I wanted to talk to him then I would have answered the door on the handful of times he's knocked on but I don't want to talk to him, that is the whole idea of avoiding someone – you don't talk to them and I just needed to get him off me.
I could feel his heat, I could feel myself absorbing it and it felt good – to good but he didn't look affect by it, it's as if he is immune to me, that what I crave from him – his heat, he doesn't feel it being taken away. Unlike other whom I have absorbed heat from his feels a lot stronger, so much stronger. Mix that in with his intense green eyes and his minty fresh breath my sense couldn't take it anymore – my cells felt as if they were going into overload.
Opening the news app on my phone, only to see it's still the same as the last time I looked - what happened to the news changes every second, clearly it doesn't because I've been in this elevator for the past six months, it might be a slight dramatic but that's how long it feels like up to now. How much longer I can last in here before I'm trying to climb out of the little door at the top I don't know.
My phone was suddenly taken from my hand before I had time to react, turning to look at Barry to see him looking at me phone until it disappeared out of sight and into the back pocket of his skinny jeans. He took a step backwards leaning against the wall of the elevator making it impossible for me to get it back. How he managed to get my phone without me noticing until it was too late I don't know – he must have cat like reflexes or he's a secret ninja.
"Give me my phone back" I held my hand out to him waiting for him to place the small device back into my hand, the device millions of people depends on every day.
"You lied to me – you said you would talk, this doesn't look like talking"
"I am taking just not to you." I mumbled under my breathe
"What was that? He questioned raising his eyebrow as if to dare me to repeat myself.
"People lie all the time – get used to it" I shrugged beginning to examine my nails, anything to avoid him. The sooner he realised that outside of his mother's protective bubble – everyone lies, it's the way of life. The better life would be for everyone
"You've been avoiding me for the past two weeks and I want to know why" he slid his back against the wall of the elevator so he stood opposite me, his hands behind his back, those sapphire greens searching my face for an answer.
"I haven't been avoiding you. I just haven't seen you" I defended myself. Yes another lie but what else can I do when I can't tell him the truth. That I am avoiding him because I feel a pull to him – a pull stronger than anything I have ever experienced in my life and I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing, oh and I might end up killing him.
"Spare me Caitlin. I've knocked on your door almost every day for the past two weeks"
"Maybe I wasn't in; did that ever cross your mind?" I asked because I do leave my apartment, so it's not a complete lie but it's not the truth once again then again a white lie never hurt anyone – right?
"Caitlin the walls between us are very thin. Trust me. I know when you're home. So just tell me the truth you've just been avoiding me like the plague – and I don't know why I mean I only wanted to be your friend is that so much to ask?"
"Have you thought that I don't want to be your friend?"
"Why not – is it because I used your body wash, robe and went into your bedroom?"
"No – well yes but no. I don't know. I just don't do the friends thing" I did tell him part of the truth so that is progress, I don't do the friends thing because people who get close to me die, it's just the way things are. I've learnt to live with that fact and I don't want to curse him just like all the others. I'm dangerous to be around and he should stay away. I am only avoiding him for his own safety. "Did you press that damn alarm?" I changed the subject, he said he wanted to talk – he didn't say what about so I can change the subject if I want to.
"I forgot" he replied making me bite my lower lip to stop myself from ending his life on the spot. "I was in a lot of pain remember"
"PRESS. THE. GOD. DAMN. ALARM" I shouted through gritted teeth, we've been stuck in here for god knows how long and no one knows about it. We could have been in here all night.
Five hours, five of the longest hours of my life I have spent inside this freaking elevator listening to Barry go on and on and on and on – well you get the point. He doesn't shut up! Like ever. If he isn't talking then he will start singing to himself.
Around an hour ago I started to regret having nothing to eat at lunch because I'm starving, it feels as if my stomach is trying to eat itself and I can only hope we're not going to be in here much longer. When Barry finally pressed the emergency line and spoke to someone, they said they would have us out of here as sooner as possible. I'm now beginning to believe that was a lie because they can't be working as fast as they can to get us out of here if we have heard nothing from anyone for the past five hours – sorry I have heard from someone – Barry.
Curling up into the corner of the elevator, I brought my knee's up to my chest and hugged them anything to try and warm myself up, by now it must be dark out and that means the temperature is dropping and with it already being freezing outside I can only imagine how cold it is now and it's only going to get colder in here. Looking at Barry who remained seated in front of him, drumming on his legs I wanted nothing more than to be out of this elevator and inside my apartment where it warm, I have food but most importantly I have – NO Barry.
"Are you cold?" He asked his eyes roaming over my shaking body as I tried to roll myself into the smallest ball possible.
"A little" I looked down at my feet, embarrassed that he has caught me shaking. I thought I was doing a better job at hiding it but it can't be if Julie Andrews noticed.
He pushed himself onto his knees and crawled towards me until he was kneeling before me. I knotted my eyebrows wondering what he was doing – was his plan to hug me or something because if it is then he can crawl back to his corner right this second. "Here, take this" he shrugged his coat from his shoulders and handed it to me.
"I don't want it" I shook my head; I didn't want to take anything from him. I'm more than happy to sit here and shiver.
"You're cold just take the coat. I don't need it"
"I don't want anything from you. Keep your damn coat and get back in your corner"
"I know we don't exactly see eye to eye all the time but I was raised correctly. If a woman is cold give her your coat, always hold the door open and so on" he tried shoving the coat into my hands yet again. "Just take the damn coat, if my mom found out I left you to freeze she would freeze me"
"If I take the coat will you go back to your corner?" I asked because if it got him as far away from me as possible then I will happily take it.
"Yes" the coat was pushed onto me again.
Sighing I sat forwards, taking the coat and wrapping it around my shoulder, Barry's scent intoxicating my sense, without realising it I found myself cuddling further into the warm coat. The feeling of the coat being almost an invisible barrier around me, providing me with the little warmth I needed. "Thank you" I looked at Barry with a smile, the first smile I have ever probably given him. Sitting up again I slipped my arms into the sleeves and zipped it up to my chin, for the first time in a long time I felt protected.
"How much longer do you think we'll be stuck in here?" I asked checking my watch for probably the 1000 time knowing if I am to be stuck in here much longer with Justin Bieber then I'm going to lose my mind. At least if I had my phone which I don't because Barry still refused to give it back I would probably have ordered take out but I don't think they deliver to broken elevators so there goes that plan
"I don't know, hopefully not long – why?" Barry looked over at me from his corner of the elevator.
"I didn't have lunch so I'm getting a little hungry" I told him honestly cuddling further into the big warm coat. Maybe I should keep the coat as is really warm and cosy – it is only fair he did take my robe so I should take his coat.
"I see" Barry sucked in a deep lung full of air through his teeth, pulling one of the many shopping bags he has towards him. "I have fruit loops"
"You're a fruit loop"
"Do you want them or not?" he looked over at me, ignoring my comment
"Yes" I pushed myself up to meet him in the middle of the elevator. "Give them here" I snatched them out of his hand and quickly scuttled back to my corner. Opening the box and inner packaging I dug my hand into the box, pulling out a handful and popping them into my mouth – resisting the urge to moan at the taste of food. Normally I wouldn't accept things like this from people but it's true what they say desperate times call for desperate measures.
"If you're thirsty I have orange juice or beer" he continued searching through his groceries, almost surprised at what he had bought earlier in the day. Did he just forget he went to the store or something?
"I'll take the beer" I told him honestly because I needed it and fast.
"They'll be warm by now – we have been in here for almost six hours"
"I don't care… if I'm going to be stuck in here with you for much longer then I'm going to need a beer or six" I placed the cereal beside me and crawled over to where he sat, taking the beer from his hand I went back to my corner, twisting the cap off I tossed it back at him, I wanted the beer not the trash that comes with it. "I swear not even your grandma could deal with you and your 'Youness' for this long – while sober"
"That's not true, there was this one time when I was five when grandma wasn't drunk –"
"And your point is?" I cut him off wondering why we're sharing freaking family stories, do I look like the person who care about when he was five? If I do then I can promise you that I didn't mean to look interested.
"She sent me to play outside – in the rain. My mom wasn't happy I had a cold for a week after that day – I guess Grandma is better of wasted, I get money instead of a cold" he began to talk once again making me wish I had of just kept my mouth shut and slowly starved myself, let alone bring up his grandmother but I was I supposed to know it was going to set him off reminiscing about the past – but I don't blame his grandmother, if I had the choice I would throw him out of the elevator, actually no – I would throw myself out and leave him in here to die with his fruit loop and brutal fruit
"How lovely, can I get another beer?" I asked shaking the now empty bottle at him.
"You drank that already?"
"I had to listen to your story didn't I?" I raised my eyebrow at him, wondering why the hell he is slacking with the beer.
He smirked at me "well would you look at that looks like little Caity can hold her drink after all " I continued to stare at him with a polka face "no , because you're still holding my drink " I said gesturing to my new desired object of affection that full can of intoxicatingly relief that he was still not handing over to me
Picking up his bag, he moved across the elevator and sat down beside me, turning to look at him I gave him a look that said "What the hell are you doing" only to receive one of his trademark smiles in return.
"It's going to be hard to share if we're sitting with a mile and a half between us" he dug his hand into the box of fruit loops.
"Move back over there and I'll throw them at you – like they do to animals in the zoo" he opened another beer and handed it to me.
"Is it really that hard for you to be near me?" he took the empty bottle from me, sliding it back into empty space in the six-pack. "I know we got off on the wrong food but maybe we could use this experience as a fresh start, we don't know how much longer we're going to be in here and it would be nice if we could get along and make this whole situation a little more pleasurable – Hi I'm Barry Allen I live next door"
I gave him a look wondering if he is being serious right now but the way he looked at me told me he's being completely serious. Sighing I decided to play along. "Caitlin Snow – please don't open my mail"
"You're still not over that – I thought the whole idea of this was to start over"
"We are I'm just giving you some neighbourly advice" I shrugged taking a sip from my beer. "And by the way I still don't have any sugar"
"Noted" clinking the top of his bottle against mine, he dug his other hand into the box of fruit loops throwing a handful into my face.
"HEY – we could be here for who knows how long, stop wasting the food" I chided him
"I bought it" he shot back in defence.
"And I'm eating it, stop wasting it"
"So you're that kind of girl who gets cranky when she's hungry?"
"Shut up" I ordered narrowing my eyes at him. "I knew I should have taken the stairs" I said under my breath with a shake of the head.
"You would have preferred to walk up twelve flights of stairs instead of being here with me?"
"Compared to being here with you right now – twelve flights of stairs and burning lungs sound so much more pleasant" I shot him the best smile I could, I know he wants us to start over but I can't do it. I can't ignore everything he has already done; I can't move past that but most importantly I can't be his friend like he wants me to be, it's too risky Barry was infuriating he could probably drive Ghandi to buy an Ak47 and I've already got enough blood on my hands to last a lifetime
I backed him up against the wall so we were now standing chest to chest usually this kind of proximity between Barry would have an effect on me but not this time Not when he is the only thing standing between me and that beer . He's already had 6 and a half it's only fair he lets me have this one but as per usual nothing with Barry Allen comes easy you have to work for it and this time my challenge came in the form of him standing in front of me with that signature smirk on his face and MY beer held securely above my head in his right hand I tried jumping up to get it but I knew that even with heals on I still didn't stand a chance
"Give it to me" I threatened grinding my teeth
"Or what lil miss perfect? You won't speak to me for another two weeks? Wouldn't make a difference " he bit back but I wasn't one to give up that easily I moved to step on his shoes to try and at least hopefully use them as some sort of leverage but he was too sneaky tightening his grasp on my hip – I didn't even notice him snaking his arm around me
He pulled me flush against him reeling me in with his alluring gaze, I gasped at the sudden contact and that seemed to do it for him, in one fluid motion he flipped us so I was now the one trapped between him and the wall of the elevator I don't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that I could practically feel his perfectly sculpted figure through his shirt but suddenly I was grabbing for the buttons of his button down and his hands had already found the zipper on my dress...
Barry's hands touched everywhere – God knows what happened to that beer bottle, with my dress out of the way he now has full access to the expanse of my back .he took his time sucking on my pulse point and marking every visible patch of skin he could find, hoisting me up so I could wrap my legs around his torso as he continued to grind against me allowing just enough friction but still far from enough. I clutched onto his hair as his lips met mine in a searing hot kiss that had me gripping into anything I could for support If I thought his tongue was working magic tracing patterns on my skin it was being freaking Houdini now the kiss was needy and passionate and if I'd thought my heart was skipping a couple of beats before it was most definitely working overtime as if pounded in my chest so loud in my ears that I'm pretty sure Barry could hear it at this stage, I turned my head granting him better access and for once in my life allowing somebody else to take the lead his skin was lightning hot against my ice cold complexion.
I chucked against his lips as I was reminded me of a quote I came across "The hot and cold are both so intense but put 'em together it just makes sense" typical of me. Here I am straddling a very attractive guy while he practically vandalizes my skin and I'm thinking of quotes by a talking snow man in the interim. Barry pulled away when he felt me giggle into his mouth
"What's so funny Snow?" He questioned with his signature smirk and raised eyebrow.
"Hmm nothing, just shut up and kiss me you idiot " I said pulling him back. He smirked as our lips made contact again he sucked on my lower lip urging me to part them when suddenly I felt him shiver "What's wrong?" I asked pulling away
"Nothing. I'm sure it's nothing. Don't stop" he whispered against my jawline before capturing my lips once again we kissed for a few more seconds until it finally hit me. I was freezing him maybe not on purpose but I just went full Elsa on him
"Oh my god Barry!" I screamed as I watched his cold lifeless body fall to the ground "Barry ..." The air around us turned cold as I lost control of my abilities it seemed as if the world around us seized to exist as I cradled the body in my arms desperately trying to find a pulse point the temperature in the elevators had probably easily reached absolute zero by now. The only sound audible was one of cables rattling – wait rattling? And the next moment my entire life flashed before my eyes as the elevator went into free fall, every single unrealistic depressing playing in my head at one hindered miles a minute as I anticipated the death. I screamed for the both of us maybe it was for the best this way I would not have to live my life knowing I had killed yet another innocent person closing my eyes I waited for death
"BARRY" the words left my mouth in a blood curdling scream as I felt the tears roll down my face, the heat against my skin a welcome surprise.
"Caitlin calm down, you're ok. You just fell asleep" Barry's arm wrapped around me holding me close to his warm body as my head continued to rest on his shoulder.
"Don't touch me" I jumped to my feet, it might have only have been a dream – well nightmare but it felt real, more real than anything else in my life.
Moving to the other side of the elevator I looked at him, wishing we still had some beer's left because I need a drink and orange juice isn't going to cut it. Barry quickly followed, his arms reaching out to me as I just about clawed at the door for it to open. I need to get out of here; I need to get away from Barry, to put as much space between us as possible but within the small space of the elevator I had nowhere to hide.
"Caitlin you need to calm down, you're going to cause yourself to have a panic attack" Barry grabbed my arms, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator, his eyes staring into mine as he tried to hold me in place while I tried fighting against him, it's the dream all over again – him pinning me in place. It's coming true. The nightmare is coming true.
His hands went to the zipper of his coat as he slowly began to unzip it, "Wh-wh-what are you doing?" I asked my hands shaking as I tried to stop him from undressing me, the nightmare becoming even more a reality.
"Removing the coat from your body, you need to calm down and take deep breathes and this coat can't be helping" he finished unzipping the coat, sliding his hands onto my shoulders to brush it from me, allowing it to fall into a puddle by my feet.
"Let go of me, you have to let go of me" I said between strangled breathes.
"I can't do that – not while you're like this" he shook his head, his hands moving to my waist, his lean body pressed against mine to get a better hold of me. His lips ghosting over mine – the alcohol on his breath hitting my face, to the point I thought he was going to kiss me. Placing my hands onto his chest I push him backwards and this time he allowed me to, his hands moving again, pressing against the wall of the elevator to box me in.
"I don't want to hurt you" I mumbled loud enough for him to hear.
Relief flooded my cold body as the elevator dinged and the doors finally opened – conveniently on our floor. Ducking out of his hold I collected my purse and ran to my apartment without looking back, slamming the door behind me. Diving onto the sofa I buried my head into the cushions on the sofa and screamed. I'm getting to close to him.
After dragging myself of the sofa to switch on the coffee maker it finally beeped signalling that my macchiato was ready , about damn time I was about to fall asleep just from waiting for the hot cup of java.
"Marshmallows, chocolate or cinnamon?" I debate out loud with myself. I silently shook my head in disapproval if chef could see me now he would probably throw the cup at my head, 19 years spent lecturing me on the delicate balance of coffee only for me to throw all rules to the wind and every topping imaginable to man into a strong creamy blend at the first opportunity I got but quite frankly I couldn't care less. I had a nightmare and that means the closest thing to hot cocoa.
I swiped the packet of pink fluffy pillow treats off the top of my refrigerator, fetched the sprinkle nuts from the door pocket of my fridge after spending a good ten minutes having a one way stare down with the clearly unreachable can of chocolate sprinkles that rested tauntingly on the very stop shelf of my highest cupboard(and hopping around a couple times trying to grab it ) , I sighed in defeat facing the harsh reality that alas I was vertically challenged dragging the dining Area chair across the porcelain tiles I placed it in front of my counter and attempted to climb up to get my prize Leaping into the counter with the help of the chair I adjusted my weight so that there was little to no chance of me losing my balance .
I just about fell as the sound of my door bell echoed throughout the silent apartment scaring the living daylights out of me. Holding a hand to my chest I practically ran to answer the door "WHAT NOW?!" I yelled out into the deserted hallway, realizing that I probably looked like a mad woman talking to Casper the annoying ghost I scratched my nails against the door frame preparing to shut the maple oak closed once again when I noticed it a little FROZEN gift bag sitting on my doorstep. Allowing curiosity to get the better off me I picked it up digging into the contents of it. Inside I found fluffy white robe adorned with sparkly blue snowflakes "Barry..." I thought to myself rolling my eyes not being able to wait any longer to be enveloped in warmth I put the robe on stuffing my hands in the pocket to find a scrap of paper and my phone. Heading back inside, I closed the door and tossed my phone onto the sofa while opening the folded piece of scrap paper to see Barry's messy handwriting scribbled across the paper.
Don't be a stranger,
I hope this keeps you warm my Ice Queen.
Your elevator drinking buddy – Barry Allen
P.S blueberry pancakes for breakfast unless you prefer choc chip – join me if you want too
My door is always open to – YOU!
I broke down crying barely making it to the couch
"No – no – no. This can't be happening. I can't be attracted to him. I don't want to like him – I CANNOT like him and if that dream was any indication that not only can't I control my urges around him but I apparently also cause elevators to crash. No. I can never let Barry in again EVER!
"That's what I get for accepting room temperature beer" I mumbled to myself, wrapping the robe around myself tighter.
And there you have chapter 4 – the pain that it was to write.
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