Books were strewn across the bed, a few fallen on the floor, joined by scrap paper and scribbled notes. You laid on your bed, reading some boring passage about history for the tenth time over. The information just wouldn’t go in and you couldn’t concentrate but it was a wonder that you were at least trying given that Jake had put down his books over an hour ago, his feet now kicked up as he played on his nintendo.

“You should really give it a break, bro,”his eyes never left his screen, a little grumble escaping as his character died, “It’s late, just come play Mario with me!”