Hey this is a new story of mine that I hope you all like, and no I haven't forgotten about A Difference in Politics!! I do plan on finishing the story I just had to write this story out before I lost the idea. Oh yeah, and thanks to those who commented and voted on my other stories because they do inspire me to be better and I do look forward to reading them :)
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A young lady was sitting with her legs crossed on the city's light rail furiously picking out her hair while looking in a hand held mirror at the same time. She had a light blue star that appeared to be the Star of David tattooed on her left forearm. Her skin was a deep brown color, her hair - which she was still picking out at a tremendous speed, was styled in a huge 1960s afro all of shinny and glistening. She had a low forehead that was slightly covered by her huge fro, her nose was upturned, both her top and bottom lips were full and thick, and with high cheek bones and a triangular chin she had an unique look. The girl's eyes were raven black full of warmth and laughter, and above her eyes was a pair of thick arched eyebrows followed by the thickest and longest pair of lashes ever seen. She was wearing a tightly fitted sleeveless shirt with the words 'tree hugging hippy' written on it, a pair of overly tight skinny jeans, big silver hoop earrings, tons of silver bangles that jiggled at her wrist, and brown flip-flops that displayed a trail of little black feet tattooed on her left foot. Looking at the girl's figure, it could be honestly noted that she had a very womanly shape. She had slightly large breast that were a little disproportioned for her small waist, and though you could not see her behind, for she was sitting down, it was rather large and consuming. Contrary to all of this, the girl's arms were slim and toned giving clue that she worked out regularly.
Shia, well she was the type of person who would walk around dancing crazily to her ipod ignoring everything else that was going on in the world around her. She could always be seen with the little white cords of her ipod head phones poking out from her afro leading the trail down to her right pocket jamming away to some random tune, and often enough she was doing some sort of difficult dance move to follow. Shia loved dancing, or just moving for that matter. She was active in all sorts of sports, her favorites being swimming, soccer, and dancing - and though she could not sing worth a damn she was often singing along with her music despite the cringing people close to her.
Giving her hair a final quick pick, Shia looked in the mirror one last time before cringing her nose in regards to her hopeless hair which she alone seemed to think was a bit uneven on one side. Having a totally symmetrical natural had always been one of her dreams, and though looking at it, anyone would view at as being perfectly round, but Shia was a perfectionist and felt it was somewhat lacking.
Snapping her hand held mirror shut with a click, she stuffed both her mirror and her pick in her overly large handbag. Pulling out her nano, Shia inserted her ear buds turning on the song, I Want You Back by The Jackson 5 and jamming away while letting her mind wonder around in useless patterns.
When her stop came up Shia got off the train and walked the two blocks to her apartment that was located downtown. It was an expensive building that featured penthouse apartments that cost into the millions. Shia was only able to afford her building due to the great stock investments she did when she was a sophomore in college. Money, numbers, and investments have always been fascinating subjects for Shia. At an early age Shia knew she wanted to do something that revolved around those subjects which is why she settled on an economics degree. Working summer jobs since she was fifteen she had managed to save a few thousand dollars and decided when she was just nineteen to invest in stock. The idea had come from one of her economics professor and so she decided to give it a try. Using the money that she had been saving for three years to buy her dream car Shia invested it into a few stocks and in a few years turned six thousand dollars into 2.3 million.
Using her money Shia bought one of the least expensive apartments in her building spending a cool 750,000. She also paid off her parents home, went on a few trips around the world, donated money to charity, and invested more money in stock. Since Shia had a full scholarship she didn't need to worry about paying for college, but she was currently funding her grad school. With nearly all her money spent Shia still hadn't bought her dream car, but looking back at her spending she wasn't upset with her purchases, after all a nice home was better than a nice car, and she figured she would have time later in life to drive a fancy car.
Walking into her apartment building Shia waved to the guard and headed to the elevator. She was in a hurry to start dinner because not only was she hungry, but she was excited about a new recipe she had found online today. One of her favorite pastimes was cooking. She especially loved backing goods. Walking in the elevator she saw a man who lived on her level rushing towards the closing elevator. Sticking her arm in the door to stop it from closing Shia smiled at the man and nodded her head in acknowledgement before pressing her floor number. Pressing the play button on her ipod Shia tuned out the elevator and listened to her music.
Pulling one plug out of her ear so that the music leaked from the dislodged earbud, Shia leaned forward and inquired, "Been stopped for quite a while?"
"Something like that," the man answered. Shrugging her shoulders in dismissal Shia put back in her earbud figuring the elevator was probably just warming up a bit.
Bobbing her head to her music Shia listened to one more song before she realized that she was still in the elevator. 'What the fuck,' she thought as her heart hammered away.
Taking out her earbuds, Shia tucked her Nano in her back pocket and looked around the elevator finally noticing who was in it. It was the man who lived across the hall from her. She had never said much to him since moving in - she could probably count the times on her fingers of how many words she had said to him over the course of time she had lived in her building and still have a few fingers left. "I'm sorry, but what's going on?" She asked hesitantly. Giving the man a wide eyed look, "Has the elevator stopped?"
"Apparently," he responded in a gruffly voice. Sucking in a bit of air, Shia disregarded the man's rudeness, and eyed him under her lashes. The man appeared to be in his mid-thirties and very well kept up. He had broad shoulders, and a neatly trimmed bread and mustache. His hair was cut above the collar, light brown and curly with natural honey highlights. He had unruly louse curls that went every which way with a soft mop of curls resting on his forehead. They were the type of curls that any girl would die to have. Through his jacket Shia spotted a tapered waist that lead down to long legs that were covered in tan slacks. The man had to be well over 6 feet, he did seem to go on and on in height. Shia caught herself wondering if his chest was covered in hair when she caught him catching her staring at him, his hazel eyes held hers in a piercing stare down. Diverting her eyes away from him quickly she felt her face heat up and thanked her mother and father that she was black which prevented her face from turning bright red.
Jerking her body away from him, Shia leaned over to the emergency button and was about to press it when his voice startled her,
"I have already pressed it without response." He pointed out in a commanding voice that made it seem clear that she was not to press the button again.
Yanking her hand away, Shia felt a little stunned. Was this really happening to her? Was she really stuck in an elevator with The Grinch? Feeling her heart rate speed up, Shia tried to calm herself by breathing in a few deep breaths.
"What do you mean, without response?"
"It's broke," he shrugged calmly.
"It's broke??" she shirked loudly, "what do you mean it's broke?" Leaning forward Shia ignored him and jammed her finger against the emergency button multiple times without response.
"Pressing it won't change the fact that it's broke," came the man's voice.
Sighing inwardly, Shia released her finger from the button and slumped against the wall thinking that the last thing she'd ever be was stuck in an elevator. Sliding down on the floor so that she was sitting against the wall with her chin resting on her knees. "I really hope someone comes for us soon." The man didn't reply. He was still standing stiffly with his right hand in his pocket. And then a bright idea hit her. Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket, she flipped it open and was about to call for help when The Grinch barked in a cold voice,
"There is no reception in this elevator, as it goes with most elevator." Once again his voice was cool and commanding.
Snapping her phone shut with a loud click, she felt her blood boil. She could not stand his nonchalance attitude any longer, "Well excuse me for trying to get out of here!" She snapped in a heated voice. "Dude, what the hell is your problem? Do you not realize that we're stuck in a freaking elevator? That we've been in here for over fifteen minutes without response. I don't know about you but I certainly don't want to spend the next day in this elevator." Sucking in more air Shia continued her rant, "It has happened before! A man spent three days in an elevator, and sorry but I'll try anything to get out of this regardless if you've already tried it before!"
As soon as the words escaped her mouth she was sorry for saying them. It was never cool to be rude. She lived by the philosophy of that if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all. Feeling a little ashamed for her outburst she looked over at the man and noticed that he was staring at her with almost respect in his eyes, but as soon as she saw it, it had gone as quickly as it had come. His face tense up again and he was back to his careless look. It was as though he never looked at her the way he did. Were her eyes playing tricks on her?
Opening her mouth to break the tension, Shia closed it again figuring it just might be best to not say anything at all. Pulling her ipod out her back pocket Shia put the buds back in her ears. What else did she have to do? He certainly didn't seem open to conversation. Jamming away to a few songs calmed Shia down a bit. Her anxiety level had seemed to go down, and she didn't feel as frustrated as she did before.
Looking at her phone, she realized an hour had passed. Where the hell did the time go she wondered. It felt as though she had only been listening to music for fifteen minutes.
"What did I do to deserve this life?" Shia quipped more to herself than to the person standing across from her. Drumming her fingers against the ground Shia looked at the man. Somewhere while they were waiting in the elevator the man's demeanor changed. His body was no longer stiff, he was a bit slouched, and his face didn't look so strained. He was leaned against the wall, and his briefcases was no longer in his hand but on the floor against the wall. He had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves displaying a pair hairy arms. The man had also unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt. He looked a bit more relaxed.
