I Write Situations

I Write Situations

Ch. 1

Max couldn’t take it much longer without having his mouth pressed up against Ryan’s. They were alone together in an elevator for heaven’s sake, and it was the kind of day where no one was around, with about thirty-five floors to go by they had time to do something.
Ryan leaned against the side wall with his head tilted back and eyes shut, knowing how slow this elevator moved. Max couldn’t take his eyes off him, he slowly went in front of Ryan and placed his hands on the elevator’s railing bar, with Ryan in between. Max filled in the gap between them and kissed Ryan’s lips softly.
Right when Ryan felt the contact he opened his eyes and moved away from Max.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ryan said. “We’re in an elevator!”
“You think I don’t know that,” Max commented back while flipping his hair out of his eyes, “I just really wanted to kiss you again.”
“Shh!” Ryan shoved his glove covered hand over Max’s mouth, as if someone could hear Max’s words though the double elevator walls. Ryan started to talk in a whisper, “That one other time when we kissed, I was... it was... look I don’t know why it happened.”
Max removed Ryan’s hand from his mouth and said, “It happened because you’re really hot,” Max then went to whisper into Ryan’s ear, “and beautiful.”
Ryan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
The elevator began to slow to a stop, they were only half way to their floor, so the two boys separated and prepared for another person to join them.

Diana had just left the buildings information center that was on the tenth floor. ‘City buildings are so weird’ she thought to herself. She now had to go up about twenty-five more floors to speak with this record label president guy.
When Diana had the time she wrote stories and posted them on the internet. Her stories were very good, so she charged people to read them on her own site. Nothing wrong with that right? Well... the stories were about band members in this label, getting it on with each other and with their favorite fans.
Her site was called iwritesituations.com because she let fans of her writing give her situations that they wanted to be in in her stories, her fanfiction. The site was really starting to gain popularity lately. That's probably why the record label was calling her in, to congratulate her.
It felt like she had pressed the button to the elevator hours ago, when the floor light finally turned on indicating that it had arrived.
The double doors slowly parted and revealed Max Green of Escape The Fate, and Ryan Ross of Panic! At The Disco. Diana then had a happy party in her head.
After a few seconds went by and she hadn’t moved, Max said, “Are you just going to stand there and stare at us or what?”
Diana snapped out of it and gave a little laugh. “Yes, I mean no, no I’m going upstairs.”
She finally boarded the elevator. The double doors closing behind her safely locking the three inside.
The two young men stared her down, they weren't blind they knew an attractive girl when they saw one. She especially captured Ryan’s attention. “So are you a new intern or something?” he asked her.
“No, I’m not,” Diana told him half turning his way but not looking directly at him. “I’m a writer actually and I was called here to meet with...”
“A writer? hmm I think we might have something’s in common.” Ryan really started to light up.
“Hey!” Max suddenly said startling the other two, “would you chatterboxes please press a floor button, this elevator sucks and won’t move again unless you press a button.”
“Ok. ok, chill out.” Ryan used his hands as he spoke moving them in front of Max’s face. Max just gave him the eye, like he’ll get him later.
After he pressed a few top floor buttons Ryan turned back to Diana, “So what kind of stuff do you write?”
Diana blushed, was she really about to tell these two band members the kinds of stuff she wrote about?
“Well, I mostly write about people in bands, their made up love life's” there she said it no going back now.
“Wait, are you talking about fanfiction?” Max said, starting to get interested in where this conversation was going.
“Yeah, actually that's exactly what I write.” Diana was turning red now, it was definitely getting hot in their elevator.
Max went over closer to Ryan and while slowly bringing his hand up to caress Ryan’s cheek, Max said, “Who says its made up?”