The rule is simple: night, in a weekend and with parents out? A sleepover would happen right away. It may sound too much, and to be honest even Ross mentioned how much you seemed to like to have your friends in the house. Not like he complained; it's always fun, just a bit curious. Ross and Robert had to leave earlier today, leaving only Roy to sleep in your house. None of you were sleepy in the slighest, even though it was almost hitting 4 AM. After doing almost anything possible inside your house, right now you two managed to start a tickle fight in your room, probably because of Roy's stubborness or something like that. It... wasn't exactly a fight. Roy simply wrecked you.

As you were left on the bed panting for your dear life, Roy stopped and got up by himself, putting on the most smug grin he could while placing his hands on his hips.

"Well, guess I won!"

He says confidently. ...but it didn't last long. As the seconds passes, you're slowly yet surely recovering, standing on your feet almost like a zombie who just came back to life. Roy is obviously surprised that you still got any stamina, now a bit nervous since he only managed to push you down before by luck.

"U-Uh... you knew I wasn't serious right? Right?"