You ran down the hallway of the convention
hotel in your town. Out of lack of rooms, your school had permission to use some
conference rooms and decided to move all the art classes for higher grades
there. That meant you had about 5 minutes to get from your school to the hotel halfway
across the town, though. Luckily, this was the last class of the day for you so
you only needed to hurry through town once.
“No, nononono!” you muttered under your
breath as you turned the corner and saw that one of the elevators was just
closing the doors. You knew that waiting for another one to arrive on your
floor was like playing roulette and taking the stairs would take too long as
well. Not to mention that you really were not
in the mood to take the stairs up to the 10th floor.
You prevented the doors from closing all
the way by quickly sticking one of your sketchbooks in the small gap. As soon
as it fully opened up again, your eyes widened at the sight of already a good
amount of people inside of it. They all turned their heads to look at you.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologized and tried to
catch your breath. You could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks that were
most likely tinted in a dark shade of pink by then. “I’m just gonna wait for the
“Nonsense,” a brunette guy said and nodded
for you to get in. “Which floor did you need to get on?”
“Uh, 10th, thanks,” you answered, then
standing next to a blond guy that was significantly taller than you.
“No problem,” he answered smiling. “I’m
Ellington by the way.”
“(Y/N),” you answered, lightly smiling
back. Everyone else introduced themselves and if you were remembering
correctly, you were standing next to Riker. Next to him was Rocky and across
from you were Ellington, Ross and Rydel.
The doors opened on floor 6 but no one was
moving to get out. “This isn’t your floor either?” you asked, not actually
knowing where they were headed.
“No, we’re going one above yours,” Ross
answered, seemingly not fazed by the random stop at all.
Fantastic. Of course, the elevator had to
stop at random floors just for the fun of it. You leaned your head back and
sighed quietly while the doors closed again.
“Everything okay?” Riker asked from next to
“Yeah, these elevators are just worse than
any gambling game,” you laughed lightly. “And I have a class that actually
started a couple minutes ago already.”
Right as you said that, you arrived at
floor ten. “Well, it was nice meeting you all,” you waved and stepped out.
“You too,” they replied. “Maybe we’ll see
you around again.”
After your class ended, you had some time
to kill and decided to sit down in the little café that was part of the hotel.
Scribbling in your sketchbook to figure out some concepts for the assignment
you just got, you heard voices approaching you.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Rydel said, smiling from widely.
“Mind if we join you?”
“Not at all,” you shook your head and made
some room on the table since your things took up most of the space. Rocky and
Ross were sitting down next to you, the others scattering around the rest of
“Your description of the elevator being
like a gambling game was pretty accurate, by the way,” Riker laughed.
“Oh yeah? How many times did it take you to
get to your floor?”
“I think it was 3 or 4 times,” Ellington overdramatically
sighed and rolled his eyes. “But how was your class?”
You tried not to groan at the thought of
the past one and a half hours, but it was to no avail. “Let’s just say that I
can’t think of anything more boring than being stuck in a History of Typography lesson that is 100% theoretical for 90
minutes,” you chuckled causing everyone else to let out a small laugh as well.
“At least the assignment we got is practical. But what were you doing? If you
don’t mind me asking.”
“It’s fine,” Rydel waved her hand
dismissively. “We had a little band meeting and finished earlier than expected
so now we have the rest of the day off. Then we thought we could check out this
café,” she smiled.
“Oh, you’re all in a band?” you wondered
and tried to hide the fact that you were a little surprised. They seemed so
normal and down-to-earth, you never would’ve guessed they were in a band.
“Yeah, R5,” Ross piped up from next to you.
“Ever heard of it?”
You shook your head no and gave them an
apologetic smile. “I will totally check your stuff out, though.”
“Is this for your assignment?” Rocky
suddenly spoke up. Just then you noticed that he had taken the sketchbook that
had been lying in front of you and was flipping through the pages. Usually, it
was the probably biggest pet peeve of yours when someone would just flip
through your sketches without asking beforehand. Seeing that this was the book
especially for schoolwork and it was getting graded and critiqued by pretty
much everyone anyways, you condoned it.
“Yeah, it’s just a rough draft of the first
couple ideas, though. It most likely won’t look anything like that in the end.”
Your eyes followed the book that was now making its way around the whole table.
“They are really good for just rough drafts,” Riker noted and
passed it to Ross, who seemed to be eagerly taking a look at every page.
“Yeah,” Ellington agreed. “Maybe we will
hit you up in the future when we need some new designs.”
“Thanks,” you blushed. “But I’m sure you
would want someone with an actual degree or at least a lot more experience.”
“Eh, who cares about degrees when the final
product is awesome?” Ross shrugged and handed you the book back.
You kept chatting for a while, getting to
know each other more, until you realized that it was time for you to go. They
asked to exchanges numbers so you handed your phone over and got theirs to put
your number in.
“So, (Y/N), if you ever want to get away
from boring history class assignments, we have a show coming up soon and could
sneak you a ticket if you want,” Riker smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.
You laughed. “I’ll keep that offer in mind,
“Just shoot one of us a text or something,”
Rydel pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight. “Not only because of that,
but in general. You’re pretty cool.”
“You guys are pretty cool, too.” You
grinned at your new friends.
said your goodbyes and walked down the street, smiling while recalling the past
couple hours. Out of everything that could have ever happened, you never
thought that the shitty elevators in the convention hotel could actually be the
reason for an awesome, new friendship to start.