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 reciprocating his ruffling act but instead of it annoying him, he still had a faint smile on. I scoffed. "You don't mind this do you."
He smirked at me, "I really don't right now."
"Ah, no one gets to see your messed up hair. You're e
