Ally
I'm sitting in a broken elevator crying because my boyfriend broke up with me. Wow, real mature, Ally.
Sighing, I get up and stretch, because curling yourself into a ball and crying for 15 minutes doesn't do wonders for your back. Right when I'm about to lean against the wall (carefully this time), I feel a lurch and get the sensation that the elevator's rising. Someone must have figured out that it wasn't working and told the people who work in the lobby! One problem down, another to go.
Unfortunately, the second problem probably can't be fixed as easily.
Austin
It's been 15 minutes and Ally's still not home yet. Thoughts race through my head, maybe she's gone somewhere, maybe she's meeting a guy or something, maybe she's already over me.
Annoyed, I get up and march out the door, discarding the key back where I found it. Forget it, I'll get my jacket another time, it's clear that Ally doesn't care about me anymore. I stride through the hall and luckily the elevator button lights up when I press it, meaning it's working now.
Soon enough, the doors open and I get ready to walk in, when I hear a "Oh, thank you thank you thank you stranger!" and feel a pair of familiar arms wrap themselves around me. I hug the person back and something in my conscience tells me to just do it, and it feels right, too. I then realize who I'm embracing with.
"...Ally?"
"Ah!" The now exposed stranger leaps out of my grasp and runs back into the elevator, quickly pressing the close button. "C'mon...," she breathes quietly, but I catch what she's saying.
"No!" I yell when I realize that she's trying to avoid talking with me. The doors are about to close and only a bit of light comes from them. Before I know it, I've dived through the elevator and am lying down on the floor next to a surprised Ally. I stand up and look her in the eye.
"We need to talk." I demand, and to show her I mean business, I run my finger down the elevator buttons and click all 32 buttons, one for every floor. It's gonna be a long ride.