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Eli POV

Secretly, I was pleased with what I had accomplished. I haven't dated anyone since… Julia. Julia was supposed to be the love of my life; the apple of my eye; the sugar to my coffee. However, that all changed after just one argument. We had been constantly fighting for weeks. On that particular rainy night, we were arguing about something silly, I can't remember anymore. She hopped on her bike to go back to her house and got hit by a car. That was the end of our relationship. There was nothing anyone could do to bring her back. I studied really hard to become an architect, but that dream shattered after Julia's funeral. Though I finished my architectural studies, I became a greeting card writer. Terrible? Yes.

We both sat there on the opposite ends of the elevator in silence. I found Clare's bag lying next to her and was tempted to rummage through it. Temptation got the best of me because the next thing I knew, I was rummaging through Clare's bag.

"What's this? Advil? Wow, Clare… If you're so addicted to drugs, go to an alley. There aren't any dealers here!" I teased.

"Give my bag back! This is a violation of privacy!" Clare shouted. It was funny to see her mad. She jumped on me and snatched the bag. Then, she dry swallowed an Advil, causing me to smirk.

There was an awkward silence. Our books lay forgotten on the floor. Clare had her head leaned against a wall, while I sat there typing some corny lines to put in cards. I'm supposed to come up with a new line by the end of the week.

Roses are red; violets are blue, missing you so I think boo-hoo.

Happy Birthday to you, I hope you know you're a year older…

Just then, Clare began to sing to herself.

Is this the real life?
Or is it just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes look up to the skies and see

"I'm just a poor boy," I sang, "I need no sympathy." Clare smiled, and we both sang together.

Because I'm easy come easy go… Little high, little low
any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me… to me…

Mama, I just kill the man.
Put a gun against his head.
Pull my trigger now he's dead.
Mama, life has just begun…
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.

Mama Oooh…

That was when Clare and I both burst out into a fit of giggles. That was until Clare took another sip of her frappuccino which gave me an idea. There was still some left…

"Eli! What are you doing?" Clare screamed. I burst out into laughter.

Clare POV

Eli just poured my frappuccino onto my head. I hastily took a tissue out of my bag and attempted to wipe the cold, thick liquid that just invaded my body. I glared at Eli as I was wiping.

"I hate you." I muttered. That was our normal greeting, which didn't happen today.

"I hate you more." Eli replied.

"How do you live with yourself? What have I ever done to you?" I asked.

"I live a pretty okay life… You've done… "He began laughing before he finished. "Everyone in the building except me!" That was the last straw. I took out my lunch.

"Clare! What the hell is wrong with you?" Eli screamed.

"Oops." I said innocently as I closed the lid. Eli was wearing my tomato soup. He grabbed his hands and tried to wipe the soup, however he miserably failed. I was rolling on the floor laughing at his misery.

"Ha… ha… very funny." He remarked sarcastically.

That was when he emptied all of the contents in my bag.

"My bag!" I hurriedly began to put things back. That was when I realized something…

I turned and found Eli with my tampons in his hands. This was a nightmare!

"Aww… Wittle Cware is having her special time. Aw you going to be moody, Cware?" Eli asked in a childish voice.

"If you really need a tampon, go to the women's bathroom, it has plenty!" I yelled.

"Never!" Eli yelled back. He opened the tampons and threw them at me.

I rummaged through his laptop bag while he was rolling on the floor laughing. I found something unexpected.

"Eli… Do you want this back?" I asked sinisterly as I had a wallet sized picture of a girl dangling between my thumb and index finger.

Eli POV

Oh. My. Gosh. All hell's gone lose! Clare had a picture of Julia!

"Give it back, Clare!" I roared.

"No." she replied simply in a childish manner.

"C'mon… Please!" I whined.

"Apologize and I'll think about giving it back." She said.

I sighed. "I'm sorry I threw tampons at you." I apologized.

"And…?"

"I'm sorry I spilled your frappuccino on you."

"And…?"

"I'm sorry I always bother you."

"And…?"

"What else do you need apologizing for?" I asked in a grumpy manner.

"I just wanted to know how much you'd apologize for… Okay, here's your precious picture. Are you going to masturbate to it now?" Clare asked.

"Maybe…" I replied deviously. "Do you want to watch?"

"No. Gross." Clare said and she began to read some more.

I smirked and returned to my book too. I could still see what remained of Clare's frappuccino on her head.

Clare POV

I snuck a look at Eli. His shirt was clinging on to him and he smelled heavily of tomato soup.

I smirked, and went back to reading.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the elevator is now functioning once more. Again, we're very sorry for the inconvenience."

"Finally!" We both said in unison. We both got off at our designated floors. When I got off, my secretary, Drew Torres was there.

"Miss Edwards, you have nine calls on hold and-"Drew sniffed. "Why do you smell like a strawberry and cream frappuccino? Why are you wearing it?"

"It's a long story." I replied before he continued.

"You also have a meeting in twenty minutes and you have three books to edit."

"Thanks Drew!" I said as I stepped into my office.

Eli POV

I stepped off the elevator and went into my cubicle. I saw that Adam was already in the cubicle next to me. He came over smiling. When he got into my cubicle, he stared at me with his eyes wide.

"Dude, since when did you wear tampons?" Adam asked suspiciously

I blushed madly and noticed a tampon clinging to my shirt. Then, I set my bag down on my desk.

"Dude, why do you smell like tomato soup? Is it Clare's tomato soup?" Adam asked.

"Yes. How do you know?" I asked.

"Only Clare would throw tomato soup at you. It's also Friday, which means Clare eats tomato soup for lunch." Adam answered.

Adam went back to his cubicle and I sat down on my spinney chair and typed more greetings. I couldn't wait to go to Clare's office after work!

A/N: Congratulations! You have survived the second chapter of The Elevator! :) I'm sorry if you were disappointed by it... I know it wasn't my best work~ ^.^' I'm posting the third chapter... today too! So you can check that out as well. Have a wonderful day!

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