I was instantly enraged and jumped onto the bed, raising my fists to give him a piece of my mind. But before I could land a punch, Elvis flipped over, and the next second, the blanket was thrown over my head, wrapping me up tightly.
I tried to struggle, but Elvis tightened his grip from outside the blanket.
"Alright, just go to sleep, Princess Maggie."
For some reason, that "Princess Maggie" from Elvis struck a chord in me.
Actually, Elvis and I didn't always have such a terrible relationship.
At least in kindergarten, we got along really well.
Back then, I made Elvis call me Princess Maggie, and he obediently did so.
I told him to be my little follower, and he happily complied.
But somewhere along the line, things took a turn for the worse between us.
I pressed my lips together, thinking about how Elvis had given up the blanket for me. I decided to let him off the hook this time.
The next morning, when I woke up, I found Elvis staring at me with wide eyes.
I was startled.
I thought to myself, could this guy possibly have a crush on me?
But then Elvis spoke up, and his tone was dripping with disdain.