Finals had to be the worst thing ever created, in your opinion. You question the sanity of your past self when you decided to pick such difficult classes. And now, the weekend before finals, you're stressed. All you've done was study, study, and study. So interesting, right? You've had to tell your friends that you couldn't hang out, and you've barely spoken to your boyfriend this weekend. Not on purpose, but all you're worried about is acing these finals. Because if you do, then summer can be filled with fun. Until then, work.

You're sat at your desk, a textbook of yours wide open and your notebook next to it, scribbling down whatever notes you find important. It's definitely past 10 pm, because the sky has gone dark and the streetlights are on. It would be peaceful and quiet, if it weren't for your brain running. All of the sudden, there's a knocking on your window. It startles you out of your focus, and you slowly turn towards it. Though your curtain is only open a tad bit, you can make out a face through the crack. Travis. You sigh, pushing yourself out of your chair and opening your window, and he wastes no time in climbing through. You swear he's an idiot, your parents would kill you if they found out your boyfriend was sneaking in. He can see the exasperated look on your face, and puts his hands up in defense.

"Hey, I just wanted to see you. No need to look so crazy."