You were roommates. The room was divided into chaos, eloquently called "creative clutter" a pile of plastic coffee cups, T-shirts lying on the floor.

While Victoria was in her second year of law school, you were a snot-nosed freshman, only recently feeling the weight of the law and certainly not fit for anything other than loitering at after-parties.

Still, that time hadn't gone to waste for either of you. Victoria saved your arse every day, dragging you around drunk and dirty.

Her lush hair was in a messy bun, and a pencil twirled lazily between her lips. The girl tilted her head to the side, preparing for the session. "What's wrong baby girl?" You sprawled shamelessly on her bed, tucking your face into the pillow.

Giggling quietly, she plumped down on the bed next to you, drawing you into a hug. "Get ready for your session, kid." Neuman ruffled your hair, closing her eyes.

The dark evening began to thicken and the light of the sweet moon let its rays through the window of your room in the two-storey block. You bloody lazy arse, clinging to Victoria, not letting her do anything herself either.

Either way, if she fails the exam, your sweet butt is going to blush.