Sammy Walcott

"Are you ready to be crushed?" Elijah asked his eyes trained on the TV.

"Not really." I mumbled shifting closer to him on the sofa, so I could see clearly too. I could perceive his Cologne clearly but it was a familiar scent now. Relaxing too.

Elijah turned to me, chuckling as he took in my features then ran his hand around my hair. "Its not literal crushing Chicken."

"Hey!" I complained smacking him off my hair. "How many times do I have to tell you? Don't touch my hair."

He shrugged, "you can always revenge."

I didn't waste any time in recipocating his ruffling act but instead...