Tossing and turning in bed, you couldn’t sleep. It was nearly 2 a.m., which meant you had been trying to fall asleep for the last three hours. Your body was sweaty from the summer heat, and you kept having to repeatedly push your covers off yourself to make yourself more comfortable.

But, your attempts failed. It was going to be another sleepless night.

Just as you got into a comfortable laying position in bed, you heard a knock at your bedroom window.

Snapping your head up, you turned your head to look at the window behind your back. Although you weren’t surprised, your best friend, Rafe Cameron, was sitting on your roof and leaning against your window with a pleading expression on his face.

Rafe had been your best friend for years, ever since you both agreed your first grade teacher was the worst and decided to hot-glue her things to her desk. Since then, he’d been by your side. Your partner in crime.

Yet, he was at your window at 2 a.m., waiting desperately for you to let him in.

What was he doing here so late?