A Unique Crossover

Chapter106: Agent's password

The hotel's lobby echoed Chelsea's and my laughter as its doors opened. Walking through with two grocery bags, packed full.

"I still can't believe you bought those aprons for us," Chelsea said as we moved past guests who were leaving. Shrugging my shoulders, "What? They were fifty percent off, and they're 'Friends' theme. We love 'Friends'."

"Only because our moms would watch it every single day when we were little." Every Monday night and Saturday night, our moms would come together and would watch this classic TV show. Spending hours talking about the episode, crying their hearts out when the show ended.

Which led to us crying with them, although we didn't understand why. We were just two girls emotionally attracted to our moms' emotions.

Nodding my head while letting a hotel employee push some luggage by, "And that's how we became secretly obsessed with Joey and Chandler."

When we stepped in front of the door that led to the staircase, a sign stood in front of it.

'Dear guests, the hotel's staircase will be going under some maintenance for the next three weeks.
We would like to issue an apology for the inconvenience. Please join your stay.'

Groaning softly with my head titled, as Chelsea read the notice, "Well, that's not good."

"So, not good." Almost on cue, the elevator's bell rang as its golden doors opened. People walk out, smiling as if they haven't been inside a box that could kill them.

Shaking my head slowly, mentally trying to burn the notice, "I bet they're doing this because I use the stairs more than others use the iron box."

Chelsea stared at me sarcastically with a small smile, "Really, Jenna?"

"Think about it. Who else used the stairs that aren't afraid of putting their lives in the hands of fate?"

"Everyone," Chelsea said while trying to take me seriously. As ridiculous as I might sound, I was talking facts. Hands were softly pushing me towards the open door, "We'll be in and out. And I promise nothing is gonna happen."

"That's what they all say," I said as we stepped inside the elevator. It was bright with lights, having a large mirror at the back. My feet felt like it was hovering above the air.

As the door closed, immediately my lips pushed together. And I started whistling the only song that I could think of. "Are you whistling 'I whistle a happy tune'?"

"What else am I supposed to whistle? 'I believe I can fly'?" I clicked the twelfth button, instead of the fifth one. Sometimes when I feel too lazy to climb the first five staircases, I take the elevator. But only until the fifth floor and then walk the rest way up.

The thing shook as it moved, causing me to grip the railing. Why the heck did they put a railing inside these things? It's not like it's gonna help anyone.

Before my mind could turn into a fireball, Chelsea held her hand out towards me, "Maybe this will help."

In her hand was this pink plastic jellyfish. It's something that I haven't seen for years, "Mr Squishy!!"

Gently taking the soft toy out of her hand. Immediately squeeze its form, watching as it expands in my hand. The memory of the day I got this the day after I got trapped in the closet of my grandparents' house.

I can remember how Mom took me to the shop the morning and bought it. Along with a grey stuffed teddy bear which I named 'Dusty'. I still have him in my room, lying on my bed where I've left him.