Dallon was on the phone to the manager, trying to get us out of here. It finally dawned on me what was happening.

I was currently in a broken lift with a man I'd only known about 7 hours, 5 of which I had been unconscious because he had hit me with his car...

I barely knew this guy, yet I had trusted him in minutes. He could be a criminal, a murderer or even worse... An animal hater!

"What do you mean you won't be back till tomorrow! We can't stay in this fucking lift for 22 hours!" Dallon's obviously pissed voice drew me from my slight panic. He threw the phone against the wall, running a shaky hand through his hair.

"So... Twenty two hours?" I muttered quietly

"Yep... He can't get here till tomorrow because of some 'important' meeting. He said there should be food and water in the compartment in the back..." He sighed once again

"Well, what now?"
"I don't know... We could talk or something?" He shrugged, sliding down the wall.

"How about the questions game?" I asked, sitting down

"How specific." He chuckled

"Hey! I just want to start up some quality conversation, you're the one acting all gloomy."

"Alright, questions?"

"Why do you play bass?"

"I've always loved the instrument, the way it's sound echo's, how simple yet complicated it is all at once" He smiled wishfully.

"My turn! Brendon, why have you never left the city?"

I thought about it for a second, "I've never seen a reason to, I had everything and everyone I needed there. I'm too much of a wimp to venture far from my house anyway." I chuckled

"Okay... If a god does exist, what would he say to you when you get there?" I asked

"He'd look me right in the eyes and kick my gay mormon ass down to hell!" Dallon smirked

"I'd meet you down there" I chuckled solemnly.

"Mormon?" Dallon asked

"Used to be. Now I'm just an atheist. I assume you're still one?" I sat up intrigued

"On and off, you could say?" He chuckled, his laugh hypnotic.

"Okay, pets?"

"A goldfish that I overfed in about a week"

"Siblings?" He asked

"Three brothers; Jamie, Alex and Josh. You?"
"A sister, Elle"

"Parents?" I asked

"Haven't spoken to them since I was 16." He sighed

"Why?" I asked, intrigued.

"They didn't like red..." He whispered, obviously uncomfortable with the subject

"You?"

"My parents divorced when I was four but I still have a close relationship with them both"

"What's your first memory?" He asked

"Um... I think I was about 4 and I just remember being in this long ass corridor full of mirrors and colourful lights but the door at the end was locked and I couldn't get out. My mom says that it was a nightmare while my dad said we were at a funhouse. I honestly don't know?" I shrugged

"What about you?"
He paused for a second "I don't really know? I don't remember much of my childhood I guess?"

"Okay, well you know what I was doing when your car 'gently' nudged me but I don't know what you were doing?"

"I was teaching a few lectures at the medical school, brushing up on some paper work and checking our regular patients before driving back here when I 'bumped' into you" He laughed, exaggerating the bumped.

"Why were you so entranced by the green couple?" He asked curiously

"Well I've grown up with green but they were always boring and murky, the couple were probably the brightest green I've ever seen!" I sighed dramatically

"That rhymed, you should make a song outta that..." He chuckled

"You know in highschool, how everyone went through an identity crisis and stuff?"

"Yeah?" He answered, egging me on

"Well I went through the biggest emo phase! And I mean choppy hair, guyliner and all!" I giggled, Dallon joining in

"Don't call it guyliner though" He said once our giggles had died down

"Why?"

"Call it what it is. Pretty, pretty makeup." He smiled

"Cause makeup can make guys look beautiful, which often times guys are not beautiful! And I want to change that!" He continued

"And what profound professor said that Dr. Weekes?"

"Sir Peter Wentz, the emoist of all the emo's" Dallon mocked

A lot of these facts we had talked about were probably worthless little things that we could've gone on not knowing but I feel like these small things just make me feel a little closer to Dallon. It also helped me get over my 'he is a murderer who's gonna chop you up!' thoughts. No murder can flesh out their character that much.

"Heads or tails?" Dallon asked, waving his hand in my face.

"Tails never fails boy!" I smirked, stretching my arms out infront of me.

He threw the coin in the air, catching it and flipping it over onto the back of his hands.

"Tails?" He asked, still covering the coin.

"Tails." I replied, as he removed his hand showing none other than heads.

"I win!" He cheered, throwing his hands up while I groaned, slouching back against the wall.

"You did that cheat thing didn't you." I grumbled from my corner.

"Don't be a sore loser kiddo!" He taunted, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Kiddo? I'm like two years younger than you!" I protested, throwing my hands around to further my point.

"And don't you forget it" He winked, giggling slightly at my betrayed impression.

"You're just lucky we're in a lift and I can't walk out of here" I added, jumping at a sudden clunk from outside.

"You kids alright in there?" A man spoke, pulling the doors aside.

"We're fine Cam, thanks for coming so fast" Dallon smiled.

"I had to leave my meeting early for this. Only because you pay on time, not because I like you." He grumbled as we stood up, stretching our cramped limbs.

"Don't lie Cammy, you love me" Dallon smirked strutting out the elevator, myself following behind.

"What!" Cam shouted down the corridor as we began to quickly pace the steps upto the eighth floor.

"Cammy? He seems nice." I said, attempting to keep up with Dallon and his long ass legs.

"He acts tough and all on the outside but inside he's practically a fluffy marshmallow" Dallon replied, still walking at a hundred miles an hour.

We made our way up the last few flights of stairs to Dallon's apartment.

"Hey, I should probably get going. Look at the time!" I chuckled, waving unnecessarily at the clock on the wall reading 12:34.

"Sure, I'll give you a lift if you want. We wouldn't want you to get hit twice in two days now would we?" He chuckled, walking back out his apartment, handing me my phone that I had left on the table.

"We are taking the stairs by the way" Dallon announced, opening the stairwell doors.

"But why!" I grumbled, purposely dragging my feet down each step.

"Because, I don't really want to get stuck in an elevator again thank you" He smirked, jumping two steps at a time

I didn't argue with him, that elevator was terribly cramped and cammy might not be too happy or willing to help if we got stuck again.

We walked down in silence, Dallon looking back to check up on me as he was about five steps ahead.

We eventually reached Dallon's car out in the parking lot. It wasn't a really glam or expensive car surprisingly. His apartment and Car didn't really make it look like he was living a 'doctor's salary' lifestyle but I decided not to ask seeing as we had still only known each other a few hours. I kept having to remind myself not to get attached, seeing as he'd probably forget about me once he'd dropped me off but in the end of it all I just couldn't get my head around the idea of not seeing him again. There was something about him, whether it was his music taste or his quiet but sassy personality that really just drew me in.

We drove for awhile in silence, the only noise coming from Dallons Mp3 player he'd plugged in. Apparently some asshole had stolen his car radio a few months back so his Mp3 had to do.

We eventually arrived outside my house and I gazed on solemnly.

"So this is it..." I sighed, the scene already cheesy.

"I guess it is..." He sighed as well, probably coming to the same conclusion as me.

I opened the car door, walking up the footpath.

I looked back at Dallon's car once more, seeing him nod towards me. I smiled lightly, turning the key and walking inside my cold house. I looked out through the peephole once I'd closed my door to see Dallon's car still there. Through the window it looked like he was debating something before he just sighed and drove away.

I walked up to my room, faceplanting onto my bed. I stayed up till about 1 in the morning that night, watching cheesy rom coms to distract myself from the fact I'd probably never see the tall red bassist again. By the end of the night I was a crying mess and it definitely wasn't the rom coms.