It was about 3 in the morning, the birds weren’t even chirping, the world was sleeping. Who on earth would be up at such a stupid time. The answer was John, he would. He was a night owl, he was in the zone when it was even the slightest dark, he was always hyper, acting like he was on a sugar rush.

Well, he was shouting into his headphone mic, “this is yer fault! we lost ‘cause o ye, foock sake!” Clearly angry and raging over a video game.

You walked into the living, he was sat on the floor, his back against the sofa, the tv screen illuminated against his pretty face and his extravagant features. Your hands went to rub your eyes, “Go to sleep, you melt.” You stated, slapping him across the back of his head. Yawning. You were very annoyed at the racket he was making.

"I cannae kip, love." he replied, still staring at the screen, fiddling with the buttons on the play station controller.