Simon sat on his bed with different textbooks and assignments scattered around him. Any on looker would've thought he was behind in school to be in this state at three in the morning but it was really the opposite. This was next month's work. He was just getting a head start. The light from his lamp was dull and the bulb was clinging onto the last of its dying light.

He glanced at his phone. No notifications. That wasn't a surprise, he didn't have any friends. But there was still a lingering hope that Guest would message back at least. They weren't together so he shouldn't care. But he was the only person Simon talked to. You couldn't blame him for being worried that Guest hadn't answered in hours — especially when you know the kind of person Guest was.

The eery silence was broken by knocking at the window. Not quiet knocking. It was so loud Simon physically flinched. For a moment he thought someone was going to come running in to ask what the racket was about. When he turned to look, there was Guest. His hair was scruffed up, his lip was bleeding and he looked too hyper for three in the morning.