Foster."
"Foooooster."
"Foster."
"What?!"
"Yeesh. Sorry. There's no need to snap a t me."
"Sorry. What do you want?"
"I was just wondering why your still up."
There was a click, and the room was flooded with light, revealing Sophie, in her pajamas, and Keefe, sitting on the bed they shared.
"I could ask you the same question." Sophie said.
"You woke me up."
"Whatever. I'm doing schoolwork."
"Go to bed. It's late."
"Keefe, its due tomorrow."
"So? You need to sleep."
"Keefe!"
"Please? I won't sleep if you don't."
"Really?"
"Yes. Probably. Maybe. No."
"That's what I thought. Go back to bed, I'll be there soon."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Really?"
"Probably. Maybe. Okay, no. I've barely started."
"Because your tired and you need your sleep."
"Keefe Sencen! Go to bed, goddammit!"
He could see tears in her eyes.
"Okay, fine."
There was another click, and darkness filled the room.
Silence.
"Keefe?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you massaging my back?"
"So you feel better."
"Go to sleep."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"I need to work, Keefe!"
"On what?!"
"The damn school work, you—"
"Okay, OKAY!"
Silence.
"I'm sorry I yelled."
"I'm sorry I tried to help you and massaged your back and tried to help your health and well being. I'm a terrible person."
"Keefe Sencen!"
And then the light was on again and pillows were flying as the couple giggled and hit each other with the fluffy pillows.
In the morning, the schoolwork was finished, half of it Sophie's neat, round, handwriting, and the other half a messy, spiky scrawl. The professor couldn't figure out why Keefe Sencen's handwriting was on Sophie Fosters paper, but he let it go.