"Yeah, I'm not much of a social butterfly," Ellie said, looking away. "And I've heard a lot about you from my friend. I honestly did not think something like this would happen though."
"Me neither," Mike said. "Crazy, isn't it? The stuff that life throws at you?" Mike started playing with the hairpin again, but quickly stopped. "Sometimes you can't catch it. You just have to get back up and keep going."
"It sounds like you're comparing life to sport," Ellie laughed. "But I completely agree. It's best not to give up, even if life's been cruel."
"Yeah," Mike trailed off, then laughed quietly. "I feel like Morgan Freeman now." He leaned his head back and took a deep breath, taking in the dusty air. "My vocal cords are tired," he chuckled.
"Why don't you fall asleep on the couch?" Ellie offered. She knew the couch wasn't that comfy but it was probably better than sleeping on the floor.
Mike turned to Ellie, his face unsure. "Are you sure?" He asked. But his back did hurt from sleeping on the floor, and he couldn't pass up her offer. "Alright," he said, standing up with a smile. "You sure you wanna sleep on the floor?"
"I don't mind," Ellie half lied through a smile, "Or more like, I'll live. And I'm not that tired yet so I'll be fine."
"Okay," Mike said. "Thanks." He sat on the couch and lay on his side. He quickly covered himself in the dusty sheets and smiled. "That floor gives you back problems, you know," he said with a grin.
"I'll keep that in mind," Ellie said with a small smile. She stayed sitting on the floor. She wasn't as tired as she was before so she didn't want to sleep. It was like her body was on full alert. The things that have been happening scared her to the point that she had to glance at the doorway to make sure no one was there and then at Mike to make sure he didn't disappear.
Mike leaned into the couch and smiled. It was like a bean bag chair; the way he sank into it. It wasn't five star luxury, but it was better than the floor. "Man, this couch is weird!" He chuckled, sinking in so much that he had to pull himself back up before he was swallowed by it.
Ellie couldn't help but giggle a little. She grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around her and tried to lay on the floor. She turned this way and that way trying to find a spot that was at least decent but find none. "Geez~ This floor is SO uncomfortable!" She complained after giving up.
"You want the couch back?" Mike asked, pushing himself out of it again. "I don't think it likes me."
Ellie laughed. "No, from this angle it looks like it loves you," she said. "And I'm fine," she half lied again. You can handle the floor, right Ellie? She tried to convince herself. Honsetly, this was the least of her worries plus when ever she rolled round the floor creaked underneath as if it was laughing at her. She wasn't going to let the floor win. Then she started mumbling about something not losing to the floor.
"Argh, we'll this couch needs to hold back its feelings," Mike said, pulling himself out from its puffy depths for the third time.
Ellie laughed again. "You could pull out the cushions and lay them on the floor," she suggested.
"Nah," Mike said. "I'm afraid to see what's under them..." Despite what he said, he stuffed his hand under the cushion and shuffled around.
Ellie shivered when she saw Mike stick his hand underneath the cushion. There could be spiders or roaches hiding in there. "You're nuts," Ellie said, shaking her head.
"You're probably right," Mike said, searching under the couch cushion. Suddenly, he felt something... Out of the ordinary. He quickly pulled his hand out and wiped it on the cloth on his head. "Yup. I am," he summarized.
"Yeah," Ellie laughed at his reaction though she might have reacted worse. "Suddenly I'm craving pizza," she mumbled.
"Hm," Mike said. "I like steak. Medium well." He sunk in the couch again. He was starting to get worried about sleeping. "Dang it. Now I'm hungry again."