Panic Room

Goodnight Sweetheart.

The room was dark, maybe even a little misty, tight and not in the least cosy, Stephanie shuffled uncomfortably in her sleeping-bag, although it was soft she could still feel the hard unforgiving floor beneath her and she desperately pulled at any loose material to serve as a pillow. She stopped fidgeting for a moment and realised she could hear shuffling from the other side of the room and she realised that Chris was having the same problem getting to sleep. Good, she thought to herself. I hope a bug crawls up his nose and into his already huge head, not that anything is inside it, just a hollow mean evil skull. Well she shouldn't have to cope with him much longer, by the time she got to sleep and having actually sleepen the 24 hours would be up and she would be free to go, money in her hand, obviously not the whole money because Chris would most probably be coming out the same time as her but at least she wouldn't have quitted, there would be nothing more humiliating than quitting thanks to him…

            Why can't I fucking get to sleep! Thought Chris as he rolled over once more, shifting his position, there was nothing more infuriating to him than this, then cold breeze whisked past his face and he forced himself to forget the conditions he was in and think about something, imagine a situation so strongly that this room would disappear and more importantly the people in it, being in here for over six hours made him realise they he couldn't stand being with her, around her 20,4,7, it was impossible, it was a match mad in hell which is probably why they came up with the stupid idea in the first day, well if they think that he is just going to turn around and make up, or make-out with Stephanie they had another thing coming…Chris thought indignantly, now why the hell can't I get to sleep?

            Stephanie shiverered, for the first time, she had felt lonely, she wanted to be a big bed, with warm covers and someone's arms around her, she wasn't sure whom at the moment but the fact of the matter was, she wasn't here.

She looked over at Chris who had his eyes closed, inside the bag, for a moment she felt compelled to speak to him, she was missing conversation and whether it be another barrage of insults at least sound would feel the room and it would be somewhat comforting.

"Chris." She said into the darkness, not sure whether she would get a reply.

Chris opened up his eyes, looking around the room, before realising Stephanie had called his name.

"What." He said annoyed.

"Nothing." She replied, back a small smile forming on her face. "Just checking to see if you were still awake."

"Well I am now, thanks to you." Muttered Chris gruffly.

"Do you want to go to sleep then?"

"Yes!"

"Ok then." She laughed. There was silence once more, until Stephanie starting laughing once more.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

"Then shut up."

"Goodnight Sweetheart." She said, bursting into laughter.

"Very funny." Muttered Chris.

"Oh come on, aren't you gonna say it back, you know like old couples do before they go to sleep."

"So what do you want me to kiss you on head as well?" joked Chris.

"No, you can't cross the line remember."

"Ok then……….Goodnight Sweetheart." Chris said in his sweetest voice.

"Awww, I feel all fuzzy inside!" joked Steph curling up in her sleeping bag.

"Well I do have that effect on people." Chris boasted mockingly. "Ok, I've done my bit, can I go to sleep now?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Stephanie giggled quietly to herself. "Chris." She said, looking over at him.

"What." He replied impatiently.

"Nothing." She giggled again.

"Oh for Gods Sake, what are you four?"

"Goodnight Sweetheart." She said again. "Sweet dreams."

"Oh darling, Of course they will be sweet, Ill be dreaming of you." Joked Chris.

"OK I betta go to sleep now." Said steph, bringing an end to their little game.

"Hey fine by me.

Chris sat down into his sleeping bag, closing his eyes, he expected Stephanie to say something again but it was silent, he did want to go to sleep but part of him was a bit disappointed.

He looked over, seeing her sprawled on the floor, her brown hair resting lazily on her back, she smiled as she sighed and rolled over resting her head on her arms. She looked pretty, like a purring cat.

He smiled to himself, not sure why but he was happy, at least there was someone here, he may hate her still, but at least there was someone to give some sort of company.

"Goodnight." He said quietly to the sleeping Stephanie, before closing his own eyes…

To be Continued….