Sam stretched out sweetly on your bed, eyes sparkling as you ran around the room like a madwoman, the dim light of the lamp and the street lamps outside making the atmosphere almost homely.

The girl curled up in the blanket, a short yawn leaving her, and her thick black hair spread over her shoulders. "Come here." A disgruntled howl squealed through her clenched teeth as she waved a finger at you.

You were waiting for the exam results to come in for your desired profession. You've been frantically checking your emails for almost a week now. This exam was the damn point of your life at the moment. You've been preparing for it for almost a year and a half.

A few more days and you'll turn into a goddamn zombie with one spreadsheet in your head or mumble nonsense in your sleep.

When you heard her mumbling, plopping lazily on the bed beside her, she ran her fingers through your hair. "Don't think about it too much." She gently massaged the back of your head. "You know, they sometimes delay the results."

Her slender fingers played with your hair as she leaned toward you, her hair like a dome sheltered you on both sides, as if it was just you and her here.

"Don't torture your pretty head." She glanced at the clock ticking jingling on the white wall hung with diplomas and shelves of books.

Pulling away slightly, her hand was still on the back of your head. Her eyes squeezed shut as Samantha yawned, climbing out from under the blanket. "It's almost midnight. Can we order food?"

A sly grin stretched across her features as you actually perked up at the mention of food. You couldn't eat properly because of this exam, and you could forget about sleep altogether.