The soft beats of the jazz hummed from the scavenged an old vinyl, the flickering of tealights which sat on little plates giving the cozy room an overall ambiance. There was a slight patter of rain on the windows, the gentle bellowing of the wind and sway of trees giving sleepover even more of a spooky feeling.

An assortment of treats in bowls strewn across the coffee table, a collection of board games stacked along the walls and forgotten as you and Abed laid on the floor looking at the ceiling, hands on your chest in a peaceful silence, enjoying the music.

"Let's make butter noodles" Abed's warm voice brought you out of your daydream as you turned your head to meet his gaze.