its 11 p.m. and you're in your bed, about to fall asleep when you hear the window start sliding open. a messy blonde mop of hair pokes through, followed by a grin and a pair of mischievous blue eyes with a slight look of desperation. he's wearing a backpack, and his dirty boots softly thump on your carpeted floor. jj. "hey, uhh.. mind if i crash?"