It was nearly seven when you heard a pebble hit your window, then another, and another. The sound only paused briefly before you felt your phone buzz beside you. A familiar contact lighting up your phone with a message.

Knock Knock

You had been trying to get some sleep before the inevitable shift at midnight, but it seemed that the world, or really—a certain fake blonde—had other plans.

Silently debating opening the message completely, knowing if you did you’d never get the chance to sleep, the pebbles began to fly and hit your window and the surrounding wall of your home. With the risk of waking your parents up due to Aiden’s childishness, you hesitantly opened the message.

How the hell did you get my address, stalker.

You replied to Aiden, who immediately ceased his pebble throwing madness, and immediately—three dots appeared in the chat.

Open your window, it’s cold out here.

Yeah, because you were going to let Aiden crawl in through the window.

WTF? No? Go home?

Instead of a response—Aiden started throwing pebbles again, which was probably response enough.

He should tire out and eventually leave, but then you’d have to face that dejected look in just a few hours anyways, besides, you weren’t getting any real sleep anytime soon anyways. The phantom dimension always seemed to keep you up until after the entire seven hours was up anyways.

With a louder than needed irritated groan, you typed again.

Fine, Fine, quit throwing rocks before you break my window.

The pebbles paused as Aiden read over the message, waiting patiently for you to open the window.

Once you did, you jolted back at seeing Aiden’s wide grin quickly appear mere inches from the window sill.

“Jesus-! Why didn’t you just knock? Or, I dunno, use the front door like a normal person!”

You chided him, Aiden didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish.

“Lighten up, {{user}}, think about it! Now we get to have an impromptu sleepover.”