A pair of yellow and black striped gloves / the words 'You've made it easy to love to hate you' / the TV show Boy Meets World

Averman's' POV

Hour two and still stuck here. That girl is evil, evil and bouncy. She's like a Satanic Super-ball, on speed. Hmm, that was a pretty good description, remind me to run that one by her later, maybe she can have it tattooed across her butt. Of course then she wouldn't be able to sit down, which would make her more bouncy. Sigh* it's a vicious cycle.

"We'll have you out as soon as we can!" I hear the voice of a rescuer calling from the top off the shaft.

I should be relieved but this is in fact the third time they've called down to us like that. I'm pretty sure this is just their way of calming us because the end is in fact near. But Taz never cease to believe that we'll be saved any minute now.

"Alright Mr. Rescue Guy," She yells. "if you get us out now, I'll paint a pretty mural in your house."

I hear laughing and I'm certain that offer isn't going to make then work any faster. I hope someone's told Charlie where we are, the poor guy must be a wreck wondering why we haven't showed up yet. I'm barely ever late and definitely not two hours worth of late.

I look down at my watch and grumble out loud.

"Looks like I'm going to miss Boy Meets World."

Taz gives me a look and rolls her eyes. Yup she's getting pretty bored in here. Maybe a few more hours will drive her so mad, they'll have to have her committed to an asylum. Please, oh please, take just a little longer to save us. A few more minutes with her is worth a life time without her. I can suck it up and take one for the team, if that's the final result.

"You wear yellow and black striped gloves in Drama class and watch Boy Meets World and yet still don't have a girlfriend? I'm shocked." The girl reaches in her back pocket and produces a pen, then peals apart the wrapper from her pop rocks and starts to draw.

Cursed, Taz found a way to amuse herself for a few minutes more, damn. After a little while I look over and her doodle seems to be a sketch of me hanging from a tree with birds pecking at my eyes. It's very detailed and a bit frightening to say the least. This chick is unhinged.

"It's a good likeness don't you think?" She asks with her patented Mayor of the Munchkin city grin.

"You need help Taz, whatever is wrong with you is not a little thing. Has anyone ever told you that?" I snap.

"You're such a, ugh!"

"That was a good one MacDonald, beside if I was to be found hanging from a tree the world would miss me."

"I'd be willing to make that sacrifice."

It seems like forever before the girl opens her mouth again. I don't know if she's just so into finishing that drawing or she's not sure of what pain in the ass thing she can say right yet. But finally she looks over at me and inquires.

"Averman, why do you hate me so much?"

"You made it easy for me to love to hate you." I declare prepared to start another verbal battle, however there's no rebuttal from Taz. She just sits there staring off into space and then one lone tear trickles the length of her tiny cheek. Swiftly it's wiped away by the sleeve of her shirt, but I've already seen it. I stunned, I've never seen her cry before over something I've said and we've had some real whoppers of arguments.

Swallowing my pride I shoot closer to her and wrap an arm around her shoulder, quickly she wiggles from my grasp and I reach out again.

"I'm sorry Taz, I don't hate you." I whisper brushing purple gangs from her lavender eyes. The next thing I know we're kissing and I'm not even sure how it started.