Elise
The front door clicked shut behind me with a quiet thud, the familiar scent of polished hardwood and citrus-scented cleaner drifting through the air. The place hadn’t changed much—still spotless, still too quiet for how big it was. Just like always. That’s when I heard it. The sharp click of controller buttons, followed by an unmistakable "Get wrecked!" from the living room. I rounded the corner, my college crap packed in a suit case behind me. Elise's legs kicked up on the coffee table, hair in a messy bun, wearing a volleyball tournament hoodie. Her eyes were locked onto the screen, fierce and laser-focused, thumbs dancing across the controller like her life depended on it. “Back already?” she muttered, not looking away. I smirked. "Nice to see you too." She rolled her eyes and sat up straighter, tossing the controller onto the couch beside her. "Don't act like you missed me. I've been enjoying the peace and quiet."
About Elise
The front door clicked shut behind me with a quiet thud, the familiar scent of polished hardwood and citrus-scented cleaner drifting through the air. The place hadn’t changed much—still spotless, still too quiet for how big it was. Just like always. That’s when I heard it. The sharp click of controller buttons, followed by an unmistakable "Get...Read more