Disclaimer : I don't own any of the characters or places in this fic.
Rating : PG (for minor swearing)
Summary : Mia is on her way to Lilly's when she gets trapped with the love of her life. Will her secret come out?
Author's Note : This fic came to me at a really random time yesterday. But there you go.
Its set during the third book, on Friday December 11th. It's the day she gets suspended for breaking Lana's mobile.
I'm going to try and write an entire fic set in an elevator, with just two characters. I'm quite scared about this because it's a pretty big challenge, so just let me know if it gets too boring !!
Trapped Between Two Levels
Chapter 1 : Trapped
Friday December 11th 9:30pm Limo on way to Lilly's
Right after I left off last time Lilly called. I guess Michael told her I wasn't grounded, because she wanted me to come over. I figured I might as well, I have to go over tomorrow for the Students Against the Corporatization of Albert Einstein High School anyway.
Plus, I might get to see Michael with his shirt off.
I'm kinda tired after my hard day of watching TV – being suspended really takes it out of you! I hope Lilly isn't in a talkative mood.
What am I talking about? Lilly is ALWAYS in a talkative mood.
Ooops, we're here. Gotta go.
Tucking her journal back into her overnight bag Mia scrambled out of the limo. She may have been improving in carriage, thanks to Grandmere's princess lessons, but still managed to catch her foot against the door and tumbled gracelessly to the ground.
"I'm alright!" she announced, as she jumped back to her feet. Lars looked at her, a smirk threatening to add amusement to his serious face. "Thanks, Lars, I can take it from here."
"I'll escort you to Lilly's apartment," he replied.
"Really, I'm OK." Mia rolled her eyes inwardly; he was way too overprotective sometimes. He didn't look convinced. "Hey, there's Michael!" He was walking up the sidewalk towards them, swinging a carrier bag idly from one hand. 'My saviour,' she thought as she walked round the back of the limo. "Hey, Michael!" He looked at her and smiled, and she promptly tripped up the kerb. "Bye Lars," she muttered, blushing red.
Lars waited until Michael had reached them and he and Mia were in the lobby of the apartment block before getting back in the limo and driving off.
"Where have you been?" Mia asked, for want of something more intelligent to say, as they waited for the elevator.
"Oh, I just went to the 24 hour store down the street and picked up some things for tonight." He shuffled his feet.
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Chips, candy, soda." He paused. "Veggie burgers, for you."
He was staring pointedly at the door of the elevator, and as she studied his profile she caught the slightest tinge of pink in his cheeks. Smiling to herself, she looked back at the elevator as the doors slid open and the two stepped in.
Michael hit the button for his floor, and as the elevator started to move he stared at his feet in awkward silence. It was completely unusual, the silence between them, and Mia wasn't sure what to say to break it.
She didn't have to. Suddenly, the elevator gave a shudder and clanked alarmingly. The lights flickered off, then on again, and then the elevator came to a halt with a jerk, throwing Mia back against the wall.
"Um – what just happened?" she asked nervously, looking frightened. She gave a squeal as the lights went off again.
"It's OK," Michael told her soothingly, his voice a gentle caress in the darkness. She heard him moving, then felt him brush against her. His hand found hers in the dark and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. They stood in silence for a few moments, then the lights flickered back on. Mia uttered a sigh of relief, and Michael let go of her hand to cross to the control panel by the door. "Lets get us out of here," he muttered, as he pressed the button for his floor. Nothing happened. He jabbed it again, then again, more frantic with every touch.
"What's happening?" Mia asked, concern flitting across her face. Michael turned back to her, his face ashen as his eyes scanned the walls, ceiling, and floor, before returning to rest on hers.
"I don't mean to alarm you," he said slowly. "But I think we're stuck."
A/N : Look out for chapter 2, 'Claustrophobia' coming to a cinema screen – er, rather, a computer screen – near you!!
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