100 Different Words, 100 Different Stories

Word 10!

Sleepless at the TCAs

So it's late and I want to go home. I want to go in my own bed and go to sleep. But…I can't. This is how it happened.

I left the TCA party really late, after the rest of my cast. And I usually would have taken the stairs to leave, but no, I had to be crazy and take the elevator today of all days because I was lazy and tired and sleepy.

I walked into the elevator and this angry blonde boy screamed at me, "NO!" and I was so surprised and scared. Then the doors closed and I could see the fear in his face. Then I realized it was Chad Dylan Cooper.

"What is going on?" I asked

"I have been in here for twenty minutes!" he said, loudly, anger rising.

"Chill, Cooper. What have you been doing?" I laughed as I pressed the bottom to the ground level.

"What? Were you not just listening? I've been here for twenty minute, sitting and waiting for someone to open the elevator, and I got you!" I stood there awkwardly for a few minutes, really unsure of what to say or do. Then, all of a sudden, I burst out laughing. I don't know why, but I did. And I couldn't stop laughing. I just couldn't. I laughed so hard, then I cried, and almost peed in my pants too. Chad just starred at me, dumfounded, and mumbled something about comedians always laughing at the 'wrong moment'. But there was never a wrong moment to laugh. Crouching over, practically on the floor, I looked at Chad. My eyes were red and my makeup was running but a big smile donned on my face. He looked at me, and it just did him in too. He started laughing, which made me laugh. Laughing is contagious, you know?

It took us awhile to stop laughing then. And by that time, we were both pretty much on the floor next to each other. Once the laughing had ceded, the silence overtook the tiny space, and it became awkward. But neither of us really seemed to notice because we were so tired. Chad tried to hide this by pacing the room. But he became bored so he sat down, trying to think, or so it would seem.

I almost felt my head slowly moving toward his shoulder but he stood up again. He began talking mostly to himself. "Someone will come for me. They'll have to miss me sooner or later. Is the room getting smaller yyawwwnnn or is it just me? Why did I have to yaaawwwnnn take the elevator? This is yyyaaawwwnnn ridiculous."

"Chad just sit down. You're sleepy and you're just making yourself more tired."

"Chad Dylan Cooper does not sleep on the floor. He sleeps on a fluffy temper pedic bed with soft goose feather pillows."

"Chad, go ahead, open the door of the elevator. Or better yet, crawl up to the top of the elevator like they do in movies and see if you can find a temper pedic bed with goose feather pillows." I smirked

"Everyone's a comedian in here."

"Everyone except you."

"We are the only two people in here! And I'm going to die! How would that read on my epitaph? Chad Dylan Cooper, Famous Teen Heartthrob, died in an elevator with Chuckle City dork Sonny Munroe. Yeah. That looks great."

"So you're not funny, just sarcastic. Besides, that's not what your tombstone would read, Chad. It would read, Chad Dylan Cooper, Ambassador to Jerkoslavikia, died in an elevator because he couldn't live without goose feathers." She said smugly

"Very funny, Munroe."

"I thought it was."

"Well, you're alone in this world."

"Nope, I have you." Wait, why did I just say that? I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't realize what I was saying. Omg, what is he going to say.

He just sort of looked at me for moment and smiled. "Yeah, you do."

For about ten minutes, that was all that was said. I sat in the middle of the elevator, thinking, while he, finally listening to my suggestion, sat down next to me. We didn't talk; we just sat in a comfortable silence. We were both very tired, but I stayed alert, sure not to fall asleep like that. I played little games with my mind, concentrating on not sleeping.

Suddenly, I felt something on my shoulder. It was heavy, and since I was tired, I couldn't seem to process what it was. So I looked at it in fear and I was more than shocked as to what I saw; it was Chad Dylan Cooper's head, resting lightly on my shoulder. I thought maybe I would be repulsed, and I suddenly wondered why that hadn't come to mind. Then, I realized, maybe it was because I was beginning to feel something for old Chad Dylan Cooper. I didn't understand what it was really; just that I had developed some sort of feelings for him. My thoughts were interrupted though, by a muttering noise that I could only assume was coming from Chad.

"What's that?" I asked

"Blue is my favorite color."

Of course, only what I expected. "Because of your eyes." I muttered sort of to myself, but he heard.

"No because your dress." I looked down, shocked. I, indeed was wearing a very pretty blue dress. I couldn't believe it. Was Chad forming feelings for me too?

I couldn't think anymore; I just needed sleep. So I put my head on top of his head. It was very comfortable, surprisingly. And the last thing I heard myself say was, "Blue is my favorite color too."

So I definitely think I'm missing a word….can anyone tell me what word comes next or what I missed….so anyway…did you like it? RXR!!! Thanks sooo much for reading guys! Love k2gal!