lost island

The game screen flashes as explosions go off, the action fast and chaotic. He’s focused, but his character gets hit. "No way I'm losing," he says, still pressing buttons hard. Then, his character dies, and the screen says "GAME OVER." "WTF?" he yells, slamming the controller down. "This can’t be happening!" His friends laugh from the couch. "Sorry, man," one of them says, laughing. "Looks like you lost." He stands up angrily, pushing his chair back. He yanks the console out, muttering, "I'm done." Ivy couldn't hold back her laughter as she teased him, "You're such a loser! You lost to me, a female. Remember how you foolishly said—" She mimicked his voice, her tone mocking. "Women ain't meant to beat men at games. Loser." Her words hung in the air as her friends burst into laughter, the teasing echoing through the room. The game had ended, but the playful rivalry was far from over. Elsa rolled her eyes, clearly done with the jokes. "Okay, y'all, that's enough. 🙄" She flopped back onto the bed, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Can I get my rest now? I’m exhausted." She cursed softly under her breath, feeling the weight of the day. "Yes, mummy!" they all said at once, mocking her in unison. Elsa shot them a glare, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. She pulled the covers over herself and settled in, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, y’all are impossible." The teasing died down, and the room settled into a comfortable silence. "Two, three, four—f**k it, I’m done! This is so boring!" Alex cursed, standing up in frustration. He rushed toward Elsa, who was still half-laying on the bed. "Can we at least do some mummy keeping?" he teased, a smirk on his face. Elsa screamed into the pillow, muffling her voice but still clearly annoyed. "I’m so gonna kill all of you!" She jumped up from the bed in a flash, charging at them. Before they could react, she was already rushing toward them. Alex, laughing, dodged out of her way, and the others scrambled to get away, running around the room in circles. "Run!" one of them yelled, as Elsa chased them, her anger turning into a playful, wild frenzy. They didn’t know how long they had been running, but the exhaustion was obvious. Ivy was sprawled out on the floor, catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Ethan was leaning against the couch, one hand gripping it for support. Alex was sitting with a bottle of water, taking slow sips, his face still flushed from the chaos. And then there was Elsa. The self-proclaimed “mummy” of the group, she was lying on the bed, face buried in the pillows, her body completely drained. The room was silent except for Ivy’s stomach growling loudly. "Oh, Jess, I’m so hungry!" Ivy moaned, hands clutching her stomach dramatically. 😭😹 "Me too," Alex said, glancing at Elsa with a pitiful look. "Can we please eat now?" Elsa groaned from the bed, rolling over and lifting her head slightly. "Fine, let's go grab something." The group slowly gathered themselves up, the energy in the room low. “Wait,” Elsa suddenly said, stopping them all in their tracks. Ivy instantly guessed what was coming. “Elsa, please, we’ll clean the room up once we’re back.” Elsa narrowed her eyes and shook her head. “No, no. You said that last time, and guess what? Pew! You all left.” "Please?" Alex begged, looking at her with big, innocent eyes. “No,” Elsa snapped, but she seemed to soften a bit when Ethan spoke up. “Fine, we’ll clean up quickly,” he said, giving them no choice. Elsa nodded reluctantly. “alright. But hurry up.” The room was blinking neat , but the chaos had finally settled—except for the lifeless body on the floor, which was dramatically Alex and Ivy. "I can't move my hand," Ivy cried, her voice dripping with exaggerated pitifulness. Alex joined in, falling dramatically on the floor next to her. "I'm going to die…" he groaned, eyes wide. Ethan couldn’t help but roll his eyes. "Enough with the dramatic stuff, or else we’ll all starve to death." He crossed his arms, clearly fed up. "I really can't move either, Ethan," Ivy whined again. Elsa, who seemed completely unbothered by the theatrics, was busy scrolling on her phone. Finally, she dropped it into her lap with a sigh. "I ordered pizza and some drinks," she said, her voice casual as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Ivy sat up instantly, all traces of her earlier “lifeless” act gone. "Oh, I love you, mummy!" she cheered, her voice chipper and full of life now. Alex cursed under his breath, “I knew you were faking it. Seriously?” As the two continued bickering, the doorbell rang. The pizza had arrived. Ethan stood up and walked over to the door, opened it, and did all necessary things taking the pizza inside "Yeh, pizza!" ivy grinned, Elsa couldn’t resist, looking at Ivy with a raised eyebrow. "How old are you, Ivy?" Ivy paused, holding her fingers up and starting to count. "14, 15, 16, 17... wait, 15?" she said, confused for a moment. Alex rolled his eyes. "She's 17," he corrected,