Marriage
Daze
Chapter
11: Early Edition
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: I’ve decided to bring a few referring notes to a couple of TV-series that the ‘Ducks’ have guest starred in. I have very little life, you see, so I spent a couple of hours tracking down each TV-series they all have been in. You’ve already gotten a few of the results, and the rest will show up in the following chapters...
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Notes: From Guy’s point of view.
It was Saturday, and they still had to do school assignments. Guy and Sarah were supposed to be at the magazine ‘Family Portrait’ for the day. A suiting name maybe, but Guy had no idea that there’d existed a magazine with that name. Well, he knew that now.
Sarah was walking with firm steps up to the counter. Guy rolled his eyes. They hadn’t spoken to each other at all since Thursday.
“May I help you?” the women behind the desk asked.
“We’re supposed to spend the day here,” Sarah explained. “I’m Sarah Cuthbertson.”
“And he is?” the women asked.
“He’s a jerk,” Sarah told her.
“I’m Guy Germaine,” Guy said. “And I’m not a jerk. I’m just currently married to one.”
They were sent up to the editor of the magazine. He greeted them and asked them to sit down. Guy looked around the room. It wasn’t what he’d expected from a magazine located in Beverly Hills. Not at all as fancy as one might have thought it would be.
They got their instructions and assignments. It sounded pretty easy. He just had to take a couple of pictures and develop them. Sarah had to write an article on a free subject. That had to be worse then pushing a button on a camera, right?
“You wanna work together?” Sarah asked him when they walked to the storage room. They had to get some supplies for their assignments. Guy was surprised that she spoke to him. Maybe she wasn’t such a resentful person he’d credited her for.
“Isn’t it easier to work separately?”
“I can help you,” she offered.
“I think I can manage to take a couple of pictures without your help. I’m not such a lost case you’ve gotten me mistaken for.”
“Well, I never claimed you to be either,” she snorted. “I won’t ask you again.”
“Good, coz I don’t wanna hear it again.”
Sarah opened the door and pushed it right at Guy. He gave her an evil stare. They searched through the shelves for the required things. Guy found his things first and went to the door. He turned around to see if Sarah needed any help, but she just waved at him to go. He pulled the handle. It wouldn’t open.
“Uhm, Sarah?”
“What is it?”
“Was the door locked when you opened it?”
“Of course not. Why?”
“It’s locked now.”
Sarah tumbled down from the ladder she’d been standing on. “What?!”
Guy slowly slid down on the floor, while watching Sarah pull the handle. “It’s still locked, Cuthbertson.”
“My name’s Sarah, and it can’t be locked. How were they expecting us to get out from here?”
Guy noticed a sign on the wall. “Maybe they expected us to be able to read,” he suggested. “It says ‘do not close the door’ on the sign over there.”
Sarah kicked her bag with an angry scream. “Damn it!”
“You’re not afraid of the dark are you?” Guy asked her.
“No, why?”
“Cecilia is. She freaked out completely when we got stuck in the locker-room together. The lights went out too.”
Sarah sighed and banged her head against the closed door. Guy watched her trying to get out. She was able to find a hammer, so she tried to bang the door open. When that didn’t work, she began sliding paper out under the door, in case someone went by to see it. Then she tried to climb up to the gate to the ventilation system. Guy got tired just seeing her doing all those stuff.
After about an hour of failed tries, she let out a frustrated moaning and kicked at the door. “This is impossible! We can’t get out!”
“I could’ve told you that an hour ago,” Guy yawned. “God, you’re annoying.”
“Oh, shut up! At least I’m trying.”
“I would be to, if I thought there was any possibility for getting out of here, but there isn’t, so calm down.”
Sarah sat down on the floor and grabbed a notepad from the floor. She’d been shoving stuff down from the shelves so she could climb easier. To use the ladder was from some reason not valid.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“My assignment. I have to write an article, and I have a perfect subject.”
“Yeah? What is it? ‘My life as a complaining center’?”
“No, ‘Stuck in the storage room with an idiot’.”
They were both quiet for a while. Guy got annoyed hearing Sarah write like her life depended on it. He crawled over to her and yanked the pad away from her. She winced angrily. “What are you doing?”
“I am tired of you trying to be better then me, so I’m taking your story and censoring it.” He ripped out the pages, pushing Sarah away with his other hand. She objected loudly. When he’d ripped the last written page, he got up and threw it in the trash.
“There was no need for you to do that!” Sarah said angrily. “God, you’re such an ass sometimes!”
“Hey, I’m just trying to save myself from going insane. Please, don’t make it harder.”
Sarah pushed him away from the trashcan. When she found her notes ‘unsaveable’ she went over to the shelf to get a new note-pad. Guy sighed and shoved her away. “Could you stop being such a good-girl all the time?”
“Could you stop ordering me around?” she answered. “I’m giving the vent another try.”
“This is not a spy-movie. You can’t get out through there.”
“Watch me,” she smirked and climbed up towards the little door by the ceiling. Guy put his hands into his pockets.
“How’s it going?” he grinned.
“Shut up,” she hissed. “It’s going fine, thank you very... Whoa!”
Sarah lost grip of the shelf and fell. Guy rushed to catch her, with the result that he got knocked over. They both groaned. “Ouch,” Sarah whined.
“Don’t whine,” Guy complained. “You weren’t the one being landed on. God, you’re heavy!”
That would’ve been an insult if it had been Connie instead of Sarah he’d talked to, but Sarah just shrugged. “I bet you’re not so light either.” She went over to the wall and looked at the vent.
“You’re not going up there again are you?” Guy said.
“How else are we getting out?”
“I got a good suggestion.”
He went over to the door and banged at it, while shouting for help. Sarah joined him.
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Notes: From Sarah’s point of view.
They were still trapped in the storage room. Why was no one searching for them? They’d been gone for several hours now!
Sarah took a bite of her chocolate-bar. Guy was sitting in the other end of the room, glaring at her. She’d offer him some, but he’d refused. He had to be hungry by now. She decided to ask him one more time, even though he didn’t really deserve it.
“You sure you don’t want the last bite?”
“No,” he muttered.
“Fine.”
More silence. Nothing else but the whining sound from the air-condition. Thank God for that sound, it meant there was still air left in the room. Sarah ate the last bit of chocolate and listened to Guy sighing. They’d tried every possible way to get out, from screaming to calling. Sadly, Guy’s cell-phone didn’t work in there. They just had to wait for someone to open it up for them.
Obviously, that could take a while.
“You know, I’m really not as bad as you think I am,” she told him. Guy quickly eyed her.
“I’m not saying you’re bad.”
“You act like I’m your worst enemy.”
“No, I have other targets for that,” he smiled briefly. “I guess we’re not getting along very well without the others around. I mean, I can stand you in small dozes, but not like this.”
“We’re not good enough friends for something like this, you mean,” she concluded.
“Right,” he agreed. “Some people just can’t get along, no matter how hard they try. You’re a nice girl and all, it’s not that. I guess we’re too different.”
Sarah nodded. “You think I’m too annoying to be around with, and I think you’re not trying hard enough to make an effort.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is. We just can’t work together, or be as close friends as the others want us to be.”
“That’s fine with me,” Sarah sighed. “It’s just too bad. It really sucks, actually.”
“Yeah, well, watcha gonna do?” Guy shrugged. They both looked up at each other.
“Call the Ghostbusters?” Sarah giggled.
“I was thinking that too!” Guy exclaimed.
Sarah got up from the floor. “Let’s get outta here. If you help me up, I can get out through the vent.”
Guy rolled his eyes. “You’re not giving that another try, are you?”
“Let’s stick together just this once, okay? Push me!”
Sarah climbed up on the lower shelf and waited for Guy to help her up. “Guy, c’mon!”
“Fine,” Guy sighed. “If you fall, I can’t promise you I’ll catch you. I’m still soar from my last broken rib you caused.”
Sarah put her foot on Guy’s shoulder and leaned up towards the grind. Guy was complaining a lot, but she refused to give up just like that. She put her fingers around the bars and pulled to get it off. Guy lost his balance and nearly dropped her.
“What are you doing up there? Causing an earthquake?”
“Don’t drop me!” she shouted back. She had nearly been able to get the vent gate off, when Guy accidentally twitched. They both fell over with a loud crash.
“Damnit!” Sarah winced. “I was so close to get it off!”
“Hello! I’m hurt here! Could you please move?” Guy complained.
Just as they were trying to get up from the floor, the door swung open and someone walked in. Sarah cheered happily and shoved Guy away from her legs.
“I knew we’d get out of here at some point!”
Guy rubbed his temples, while moaning painfully. “I’m going to kill myself now. See ya later, Cuthbertson.”
“Yeah, see ya.”
Guy left the room and walked towards the elevator. Sarah followed him from a distance. Guy didn’t react until she was right behind him.
“I thought you were going to write that essay now,” he mumbled.
“I have to get up to the computers to do that, right?”
“What happened to that reliable notepad?” he asked.
“You ripped it apart. I have to save my work somewhere you can’t get to it,” she smiled. “And for the record, my name’s still Sarah.”
“Whatever, Cuthbertson.”
Guy pushed the button to the elevator and the doors closed.
“No hard feelings?” Guy said.
“None whatsoever,” she smiled back.
Just as she’d said that, the lights went out and the elevator stopped abruptly. The noise of Guy banging his head against the wall was heard, along with a lot of cussing. Sarah just stared into the darkness, wishing she could be anywhere but there at that very moment. A quiet buzzing sound was heard, and Guy looked up.
“What the hell...?”
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