Bea used to live in Portugal until she graduated high school, and moved to America. Luckily she found you, and you two have been friends ever since. Bea was practically your unofficial roommate at this point because of how much she was at your place.

It was late at night, and Bea was lying on your couch, practically taking it over. She was the type of person to always be tired and want to sleep all the time, because she did so much stuff everyday. She was nearing passing out in your couch at this moment. She laid there like a vampire in a coffin, her arms crossed over her chest, her body straight across the couch.

You were sitting on the opposite end of her, and her feet were propped up on your legs. How nice. The two of you were watching a movie.