She walked over to the door that was waiting for her and she got in the cab and slid over to make room for him. She looked at him as he told the driver where to go. She then sat back and looked out the window enjoying the silence. She drowned in her thoughts and unconsciously leaned against his shoulder closing her eyes trying to rest a little before they would arrive. She placed her hand over his that was on her shoulder and she laced their fingers together. She felt her heartbeat quicken but decided to ignore it. She continued having her straight face and looked out the window as the light of the city passed quickly. She bit down on her lip playing with the skin on her lip as she was thinking about everything. She didn’t know how anything would turn out and it bothered her.
Feeling her lean her head against his chest, Asher kept her close, intertwining their fingers together and feeling an unusual feeling of calm wash over him. This situation wasn’t exactly ideal, and it would be hard, but he could help her. They were okay as long as they were together, and thinking back to all the times he tried to survive without her, he knew that was truer than ever. It didn’t take long for them to reach the airport that sat just outside the city. It was later, traffic was calmed from the earlier rush hour, and he was thankful for that. Soon, the cab pulled up in front of of the gate, and Asher squeezed her hand to let her know they had to get up. Reaching for the door handle, he opened it up, handing the cab driver a fifty from his pocket and not bothering to collect the change. “Come on, Els.” he said in a quiet voice, climbing out of the car and waiting for the trunk to pop open, grabbing their bags.
Good thinking, I mean, they’ll have to give it to us, there’s no way there could even be competition on this level. Just out of curiosity, there’s prize money that goes with it, isn’t there?
You know, I think there is. Yet another reason why this plan is gold.
Good call. And just like that, world peace is attained. Pretty average Thursday night, no big deal.
We’re gonna need a case for our nobel peace prize, I’ll get that on my To Do List right away.
She nodded not wanting to talk about her father anymore. She gave his hand a squeeze back before letting go as he carried the bags. She was in the elevator as it went down to the first floor. She looked at him and saw that he was already looking at her. She sighed and looked away already expecting this kind of behavior. The elevator opened the she saw the lobby. She walked out and made her way out of the building. She walked toward the trunk of the cab and knocked on the trunk. It then popped open and she opened it wider and looked at Asher and waited for him to come with the bags. Who knew how long they would stay, but she just wanted to leave after the funeral. She didn’t want to stay there any longer than she should’ve. She just knew that no matter what it wouldn’t be fun.
Asher saw her look back at him, clearly exasperated by his gaze. He just couldn’t help it, he was worried. He wasn’t sure how this would affect her, or what she was feeling. She was a closed book when she wanted to be, and it made it very difficult for Asher to know what to do. Following Ellie out of the elevator, they made their way outside, finding their cab immediately. As the trunk popped open, Asher set the two bags inside, closing it and moving towards the back door. Opening it and waiting for her to get in, he slid in after her, shutting the door and directing the driver to the airport. The cab driver didn’t ask them any questions, thankfully, so the car fell into a quick silence, only the dull rumble from the engine filling the space with sound. Keeping an arm around her side of the seat, he absentmindedly grazed his knuckles over her shoulder, rubbing soft circles into her skin.
I think if someone finds a way to make everyone hate paper cuts passionately enough, then that’s definitely the solution to it all.
I’m already there, I get about fifty a day. I’ll just let them borrow some of my paper work for awhile and they’ll get on board.
It’s probably a 50/50 chance of either outcome, but I think it’s worth the risk. The hard part of it all, is figuring out something everyone hates, because there’s always the one person in a group who likes something everyone hates
Definitely worth it. You know, I’d probably still go with Rebecca Black, although the DMV or paper cuts could be next on the list.
It might actually be the only way to achieve world peace.
We may have just solved all the world’s problems. Or, you know, created a few more.
That’s a safe call, that’s a line that should never, ever be crossed again. I think humanity suffered enough and wore out all the jokes possible for that one.
It’s beautiful, watching society come together over something they collectively hate.
She felt the weight from her hand disappear and looked up to see him carrying her bag. “The cab is downstairs.” She informed him. She made her way to the elevator pressing on the button and leaned on the wall as she waited for the elevator to come. She began to just think of how the funeral would be. It would either be weirdly quiet, or expectedly loud and chaotic. She looked up at him, “… It sucks my dad won’t get to meet my future husband.” She spoke. She wanted to reassure him that this didn’t exactly change anything at all. That they were still the same, it’s just that she isn’t going to be the same. Not for a while. She sighed as the elevator rang and she walked inside it and placed her hand over the doors so that they wouldn’t close on Asher.
Glancing over at her as she spoke, he felt the thickness in her voice, heard it’s monotone quality. Nodding, he sighed, rubbing the stubble on his chin as they waited for the elevator. The hallway air was still, a little cold, but definitely not as bad as her apartment. Although her words caught him off guard, Asher couldn’t help but feel relieved, hearing that things were clearly still the same. “I would’ve loved to meet him.” he said in a soft voice, reaching over to give her hand a quick squeeze before the elevator door opened. Picking up his bag in one hand and hers in the other, he started into the elevator after her, setting down the bags and leaning against the back wall, keeping his eyes on Ellie the whole time. He knew it was probably annoying, but he wanted to make sure she was okay, or at least as okay as she could be. Tucking one hand into the pocket of his coat his fingers unexpectedly bumped into the small, black box that sat inside. Closing his eyes for a moment, he realized he’d almost forgotten about it, and immediately he pulled out his hand, letting it drop to his side.