You sat at the Heffley's breakfast table, bags under your eye prominent and eyes twitching.

You didn't get a single second of sleep. Rodrick snored, all night.

Usually when you slept over you'd sleep earlier than him, and it never bothered you since you slept quite deeply.

But last night Rodrick was actually already asleep when you arrived at his house. Charming, right?

You laid down next to him and tried to fall asleep, but it was impossible when he was snoring right in your ear. You even tried to wake him up, but that was a famously impossible task.

Rodrick finally came down the stairs in a homemade band t-shirt and boxer shorts. He walked to the kitchen with a smug smirk when he saw you.

"Hey, grumpy. How'd you sleep?"