Elysian

[11] - impulsive thoughts

XANDER
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Strawberries and an angel's kiss in the spring.

The familiar scent that has grown to be my favourite of all time. A soft, delicate smell but in so many ways incredibly addictive. Mika's.

Stretching out my back muscles, I take a long breath wanting to be shower in that gentle fragrance. Then, I slowly open my eyes with a smile plastered on my lips without me even realising.

Bright sunlight blinds me, minimalist with red touches furniture embraces me. Smooth white sheets wrapped around my body and shiny water in a glass by the nightstand.

Definitely not my room.

Rubbing my eyes with both hands, I look down at my bare chest and try to put the pieces together of how I ended up here. Meanwhile I also grab the water and the pill on the side, swallowing it down to help with the slight headache.

My gaze analyses the rest of the room slowly, cringing when I curse myself for invading her privacy. Stop looking. But that warning from my conscience is pointless when I'm already taking in every inch.

She barely allows me inside her house, this place feels like forbidden area. Fuck, did I force myself in here? Wasted little me always knows how to finish the night in chaotic ways.

Then I catch sight of my shoes in the middle of the floor, as well as my shirt. Those are only two things out of place in this room. Everything else is perfectly organised to the millimetre, exactly how little Roosevelt likes it.

Finally getting on my feet, I try to fix the bed so it doesn't look to bad. Each step feels like I'm committing a thousand crimes, but my curiosity wins and I walk towards her desk.

Her computer is right on the center, not a inch to the left. On the side, her favourite pen that she's been using for years. But it's the small pouch with skincare items and perfumes that catches my attention.

I reach for the only one I've seen in her purse before and allow myself to inhale the smell. I think I get the whole obsession with male colognes that girls have now. Putting that one back, I study the others before choosing another to-

"Please, don't touch that" my whole body freezes and I snatch my hand back like I've been caught red handed.

I glance towards the door, only to frown when I see that it's still closed and no one is there. Am I going crazy?! Great now I'm being haunted by a Mika ghost. I mean, I'm not complaining but I'd prefer the real one ya know.

"Sometimes I forget how alike we are" a chuckle is head and my eyes widen significantly at the recognition of Mrs Roosevelt's voice, "You've always liked your things in place like me"

"And me and your brother always loved to mess it all just for fun" her dad joins in, making me even more frozen in place.

I glance around, somehow believing an idea will be written in the thin air. Newsflash, doesn't happen. So my mind starts running with options, but it's not like I can just walk there right?!

Moving towards the bathroom, I make sure I'm quiet at turning on the lights. Then I peek into the mirror, checking my back as well. I fix my messy hair and check my breath. Not too bad.