“Where…where are you going?” Phoebe mumbles, half asleep while smacking her hand around her nightstand for her glasses.

She turns on the bedside lamp, casting a warm gentle glow on your tired face.

“I need to go home,” you yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

An exhausted sigh escapes Phoebe's lips, her arm stretching out to slump you back onto the bed.

“Well, your home can wait five minutes,” she mumbles, looking at the time to see that it’s four in the morning. “It’s way too early anyways.”

New York was still, even with the 24/7 neon signs, dark.

Creeps roamed the street, a danger to a random teenage girl walking all alone down dark or dimly lit alleyways.

“No, I need to sneak back in, remember?” You stir, moving to sit up once more and pulling her up with you.

“Fine, I’ll go with you then,” she huffs, adjusting her glasses on her face and throwing a random hoodie over her periodic table shirt.

You’d be lying if you said you were surprised; Phoebe couldn’t be apart from you for too long.

She’d probably even end up crashing at your place as well, a reality that didn’t sound half bad as you walked into the chilly New York air.