As her head lolled to the side, Bridget jolted, making Loren jump.

"Whoa", she said gently, putting a hand on Bridget's shoulder.

"How long was I asleep?" Bridget rubbed her eyes, stifling a yawn.

"Long enough for me to realise no matter how hard I study, I am not going to pass this maths test". Loren sighed heavily, before closing her textbook. "Probably no more than twenty minutes".

"At least you didn't fall asleep trying to finish an essay", Bridget sighed even heavier, looking at the open Microsoft Word document on her laptop and knowing that it wouldn't be finished in the morning.

(Loren didn't even try to tell her that the assignment wasn't compulsary- again.)

"That's because I know when to give up. What a ridiculous time for the half yearlies, right when we've got a big surfing comp". Loren pushed her book aside, before stretching. "It's just gone midnight, I'm going to turn in. we've got to be up in five hours".

Bridget just yawned again, as Loren crawled off her bed and made her way across the room, pulling her own blankets over herself. "Night Lozzy".

Loren rolled over to face the wall, the glow of Bridget' laptop enveloping the room in comforting warmth. Her eyes closed, and she felt her eyes growing heavy, when her deep breathing began to echo.

Snapping her eyes open, she found Bridget leaning up against the wall, her laptop still open, her eyes shut. Out like a light, Loren just chuckled, as she got up from her bed.

Removing the laptop from her grasp, she scanned the document on the screen and tried to work out the best way to wrap it up (their maximum was one thousand, five hundred words and Bridget was pushing it with thirteen hundred and nowhere even near her point), all the while trying to manoeuvre the sleeping girl under her blankets.

After typing out another six hundred and eight words (managing to draw the original point out and wrap the whole thing up), she saved it, before pulling out a pad of Post It notes. Sticking one labelled 'PRINT ME' to the closed laptop lid; she pressed one to Bridget's alarm clock. 'U O ME ½ ESSAY. OR MATHS TUTE XX LOZ'.

And when they sleepily shuffled downstairs for training, four and a half hour later, Bridget threw her arms around her roommate spontaneously, throwing the other blonde off balance, before smacking a kiss to her cheek.

"I'll help you study when we get home from school, alright? I owe you!"

Loren just grinned. "What are sisters for?"