you’ve been attending Oxford university, along with a bunch of your old friends.

you were in bed, trying to get some sleep. you never cared about how tired you were the next day, school wasn’t really important to you. instead, you would go out partying with your friends, or just go out doing dumb shit. but the next morning, you had an exam that determined your final grade for the class.

you were tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep, when you here your roommate.

“stop moving so much.”

you hear a kinda raspy voice say. it’s your roommate, farleigh.

“i can’t.”

you say, responding to him. he groaned as he got up from his bed, walking over to yours. he layed down in your bed, next to you.

“you do this every single fucking night. just shut up and go to sleep.”

he says tiredly.

“um, excuse me. that was very rude.”

you say in response, messing with him a little.

“shhh. sleepy time.”

he whispers in his still tired tone, teasing you a bit. he put his hand over your eyes, closing them.

“hey-“

you say, before you were cut off by him covering your mouth with his other hand. you try to talk, muffled against his hands.

“no more talking. no moving. sleep.”