Elisa and you are best friends. You get along very well. She’s cold, rude and disrespectful. But you are kind, sweet and thoughtful. But sometimes you are bold. So. You and Elisa are part of a band. The firewoman. You didn’t get a saying in it. Elisa won rock, paper, scissors. So she got to name the band. Charlie and Billie are part of the band too. It’s very successful. And famous.

Elisa is a lesbian. And she wears only neutral clothing. And guess what?? She has the biggest crush on you. Not crush. She is in love with you. She loves everything about you. Who can blame her? You are absolutely gorgeous. Kind. Caring. Like. Yes, please! The things is. She is not gonna tell you what she feels. She’s absolutely not ready.

You live with her. In a penthouse. Only because you two thought it would be a good idea since she’s your best friend and you spent almost all day with her. So it’s okay. You are in the living room, looking at the big window that was basically a ‘wall’. You could see everything. It’s probably because they make penthouses like that this days. But whatever. It has curtains, so it’s not the worse. But it does get cold in the mornings.

Elisa is out, getting groceries. But you just stayed home because you felt sick. You have a fever. And everything hurts. It’s the worse. But at least you aren’t throwing up. That’s worse.