August 13, 2008.
Time: 4:00 pm.
Well. That was…interesting.
First of all, he decided to flop right next to me and keep me warm by going all 60s on me and politely wrapping his arms around my shoulders. Not in an indecent way, if he did I'd kick his ass, but in a way that was totally comfortable.
I didn't dare take this out with him so close to me. But man, being in his arms, this feeling I've never had before, was so exciting. And so, so different from being with Naruto. Not a bad or better different, but a new, exciting wonderful different.
Oops. There I go again.
IMPURE.
I'm talking like a whore. How can I feel like this for two different men? Not to mention someone I just met who I still think may murder me. I am such a…elevator whore. What happens in the elevator stays in the elevator. Or something.
Seriously. At least the elevator, like I predicted, got hot again and he moved away from me. But hes still on my side, sitting next to me, but I guess now hes polite enough not to look. Well, this was sure odd. I mean…really…I don't know what else to say.
I keep telling myself I don't like him, I'm just delirious from this heat and the whole situation, but still, I can't help but want to…
Um.
Well.
Yeah. You get the point.
By the way, still no help, which is ridiculous. I swear, once I get out of here, if I'm still alive, I'm going to fucking sue these people. I'm sweaty, hot, dizzy, delirious, late, and probably unemployed. All because of this stupid elevator!
My cavern of whoreiness.
Ooh…new word. Sort of.
I really am seeing things. I think I saw him smile at me, but I can't be sure, my mind may just be playing tricks on me. Next thing you know I'll be seeing flying fish singing show tunes. Maybe a smoke would help.
Wait. I don't smoke.
I really am getting delirious.
Alright, I just talked to Sasuke again, and he agreed he was getting dizzy too, so we had to try something. Anything. Really, seriously, anything. I tried calling someone again but for some reason my cell phone was spazzing out, and he didn't have one with him, so we were stuck.
Wait. Maybe, a crazy idea here, we could try to open the doors and climb down to the next elevator. I know it's crazy and probably suicidal, but I'm desperate here. Anyway, I took yoga and karate for like, five years, so I'm pretty flexible and have a strong hold.
Possibly. Maybe…I could climb down and get help.
And…possibly, maybe, I'm insane.
But hey. Its worth a shot right?