Just a little one shot XD Hope you enjoy...

(Update: Yeah I can't believe I put 'XD'. Gosh. Anyway, this, in fact, is not a one-shot. But you probably already new that from the extra chapters)

Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own anything here.

The Elevator pinged open, and I stepped in, soon joined by two other people. Nothing out of the ordinary. Every day, I had to take the long, dull journey up the elevator to get to my apartment, then back down again to do my nightshift at the radio station. It's always the same painstakingly boring trip. But something just felt...off about this one trip up to my apartment. I didn't know what it was, but I ignored it and focused on the hot redhead stood next to me. I gave her a sideway glance and smirked.

She was already staring at me.

The uncomfortable feeling in my gut became stronger as we travelled skywards. Something was definitely wrong. I prepared myself for the worst and grasped onto the handle attached to the side of the metal box, earning me confused looks from my companions. And then what I predicted, happened.

I love it when I'm right.

The elevator came to an abrupt stop, causing the pretty redhead I was thinking about and presumably her best friend, relative or girlfriend to slam into a wall.

Before I knew it, the elevator shook again, causing the redhead tumble towards me and land in my arms, which in turn made me smash my head against the wall from the surprising impact. I regained composure and rubbed the back of my head with my hand, trying to massage the pain out of my head. I looked down and saw the redhead still clinging for life onto my plaid shirt.

The blonde just raised an eyebrow at me to show her confusion. Join the club, Goldilocks. I shrugged as best as I could with the stranger gripping my shirt like it was a life line. Maybe she has claustrophobia? Fear of elevators? What was the name of that phobia again...

"You alright, Red?" I asked, uncomfortably rubbing her back as a feeble attempt to calm her.

"Mhm." She responded, still clinging on for life.

"I beg to differ," I peeked at the blonde again, who was staring at her possible lover, relative or close friend with puzzlement written all over her face. "What's your name?"

"C-Chloe," she whimpered, still clutching my shirt. Jeez, I thought my shirt was gonna be stretched three sizes too big by the time she let go.

"Do you have...ahh what's the name of fear of elevators..." I scoured my memory, but failed to find anything. "Elevatorphobia?"

"Something like that," the red head mumbled.

"Oh, right. Is your, uhm friend able to help?"

"Y-yes."

"Not that I don't like you clinging onto my clothes for dear life, I mean, your probably a professional cuddler or something, but can't Goldilocks over there be your life source for the moment?" I asked nervously, afraid to hurt her feelings for some reason.

She laughed shakily, and slowly began to release her death grip. "There you go," I encouraged, patting her on the shoulder unsurely.

"Thank you." she said, with pure sincerity in her eyes. Jesus, her eyes are so blue. Like, how can someone's eyes even be that blue?

"Wow..."

"Hm?" Chloe asked.

Shit I spoke out loud. "Uh...nothing."

"Right. Sure," she sniggered, her fear completely gone.

"The one thing I am not, is a liar." She gave me a skeptical look. "Most of the time."

Her laugh sounded like a choir of angles. Literally. I think I met an angel. "That's Aubrey, by the way." she pointed over to the blonde who's eyes were narrowed, and a single eyebrow was raised.

"Hi Aubrey. Uhm, is your friend always this bubbly?" I queried, smirking at how happy said friend seemed to be.

"Yes. All the time." Aubrey answered plainly. I drew my eyebrows together. She needs to take a chill pill.

"And it's not my birthday!" she chimed, "But i'm happy because you saved my life." she nodded to show her enthusiasm.

"You mean from the wrath of the elevator? I wonder what you can give me in return for my awesome life-saving skills."

"You're cute," she giggled playfully.

"Gee, thanks for making me feel like I'm 8." Smooth, hopefully my blush isn't too visible.

The elevator trembled once more, leading to Chloe wrapped up in my arms again, shaking against my chest. "Uh, Red, you ok?" I ran my fingers through her red hair, in an effort to calm her. It sort of worked.

"Yep. Just fucking hate elevators." she muttered, releasing her grip and scowling. I raised my eyebrows at the sudden aggressive attitude. "And they're scary."

"That's why people who hate elevators generally take the stairs." I pursed my lips in amusement as I watched Chloe huff and fold her arms over her chest.

"I know but it just takes so loooonngggg, y'know?"

"Yeah." I nodded, playing along.

"And, stairs are so exhausting, and boring! It's just you lifting your leg up and putting it on a stair and then the other on the next stair and it's just so tedious! Y'know? And I know I have this irrational fear of elevators where I'm fine one second and then clinging onto a random stranger the next, but I'd rather face my fears than climb up loads and loads and loads of stairs!" she rambled, animatedly throwing her arms in the air.

"Mhm."

"Shit, I should probably stop rambling. Sorry, I just, just had to let it all out." Chloe breathed, rubbing her face. "Phew, that felt good."

"Does she always ramble?" I asked Aubrey, who was moving a non-existent hair behind her ear repeatedly. An obvious telltale for stress. "Hey, are you ok? You look like you're about to puke."

"Y-yeah. Yep, completely fine." she waved it off and returned to resting the back her head against the wall of the elevator. I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to push her any further.

Finally, the elevator started again, but smoothly. The change was barely noticeable, which was good for Chloe. 1 minute and lots of conversations about random topics later, the doors dinged open, and my company rushed out of the elevator like their lives depended on it. I just casually stepped out of the box and raised and eyebrow, silently chuckling at the relief that crossed Chloe's face.

"That was quite the journey." I stated sarcastically.

"Phew! Yep! Thank god you were there, because, like, your probably the best life-saver ever."

I chuckled and stepped forward, gripping a card. "Call me," I whispered, slipping my phone number into her pocket, faces inches away from each other. A bright red blush reached her cheeks, telling me I had created the desired effect. I added a wink for good measure, and whipped my head around so I could make my way over to my apartment. I could feel her gaze on my butt, making me smirk mischievously.

Aww yeah, Beca Mitchell still got the moves.

Chloe stood beside Aubrey, slightly flustered from her encounter. Aubrey just grinned and inwardly laughed at Chloe's obvious toner for the brunette.

Yeah it's a little rusty but oh well.

Comments/reviews appreciated :D

(Update: So I edited it. And hopefully it isn't as rusty.)