The story so far:
I strode calmly into the lobby, discarding my half-eaten ice cream in the nearest trash. After Elaynee tossed hers away, I grabbed her hand, and dragged her to the elevator.
I’ve been here enough times that, no one bothers to ask me what I’m doing.
The elevator dinged on the top floor, and I led the way to the fire escape.
“It’s been forever,” she murmured, leaning against the ledge.
“Whoa there,” I said, gently grabbing her around the waist. “We don’t want any accidents.”
She smirked, and rolled her eyes, but under it, I could tell that, that had just made her night. Then her face turned serious.
“What is this? What are we doing?” she asked quietly.
“Well,” I said slowly. “Most people would classify it as a date, what about you?”
She scoffed. Ah, so she remembers what I told her eons ago:“All these things you are told, even by me, they are all pointless, all meaningless in the grand scale of the universe.We are a virus, and you fall prey to our more complex, structure.Emotions.Dating, is just a way to sugar code the truth; what each and every man wants.Sex.Some will say "I love you,” but they don't mean it.They might think they mean it, but thinking is just a means to get us to procreate.
Once you cast out the thought of love and sex, you will truly be enlightened.”
I grinned broadly at her. “At least I know someone always listened,” I joked.
“Sure, sure,” she said mumbled.
Suddenly, the door back into the building was thrown open, with a loud bang.
We whipped around simultaneously to find a furious Taylor striding towards us.
Elaynee let out an extremely annoyed sigh.
“Taylor!” I cried. “What’re you doing here?!”
I gave him a blank stare. “We were friends then, Taylor.” I said icily.