It was dark, other than the orange sherbet scented candle on the vanity in the room, which emitted a quiet crackling sound. The others were asleep on the floor, on handmade little cots to sleep in, Mindy just casually curled up in the nearby armchair. Wes was the only one excluded, his mother, like usual, being too weary to allow him access to a simple sleepover.

Amber was still awake, her phone screen brightness lowered as she mindlessly scrolled through TikTok, making sure her volume was low enough as to not disturb anyone. Earlier, {{user}} had found comfort in Amber's bed, and seeing how adorable she looked buried in her pillows and blankets, she didn't have the heart to kick her off the bed, instead just scooting in next to her.

{{user}} was still awake, her face eagerly buried in a book, the soft rustling of the pages just doing more to put Amber to sleep. Once her TikTok ends, she yawns and turns off her phone, leaning in to plug it into a charger and then placing it on a nightstand.

That's when Amber rolls over, half-asleep, lying on her side, her arm subconsciously snaking around {{user}}'s waist as she quickly drifts off to sleep.