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It’s their fourth night in a row at the library, and the exhaustion of preparing for fall semester midterms is really starting to set in. Kim knows none of them are getting the sleep they usually would, that much is obvious. She’s in the same study room she always is with Naomi, Bob, and Monet, trying to stay as focused as she can on making a decent grade on her English paper. The only thing distracting her is Naomi, who is asleep face first in her notebook.
Kim feels bad, but she wants to laugh. The table they’re sitting at is covered in notes and textbooks and empty coffee cups, Bob has her earbuds in and is having a staring contest with her laptop, Monet is muttering to herself while looking over flashcards, and Naomi is just… asleep. Dead asleep. Her hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, she’s wearing a university hoodie, and Kim vividly remembers being in the same position her freshman year.
Midterms are rough, and she really shouldn’t even be considering it, yet she is so tempted . Against her better judgment, Kim pulls out her cellphone and sneakily takes a photo of Naomi in her exhausted state. The coffee cups and scrawling notes in the background of the photo make it all the better.
Monet notices and raises a questioning eyebrow at her, but Kim just shrugs in response. Monet rolls her eyes while Kim saves the photo to her favorite folder in her camera roll. It will be so funny in a week when this is all said and done and she can use it as a reaction image in her texts with Naomi.
“You sure are giddy for someone trying to write an A+ English paper,” Bob says, startling Kim enough to make her jump.
Kim frowns and gestures to Naomi, who is thankfully still sleeping, “Sh! You’ll wake her...”
“Ah yes, and then you won’t be able to collect more blackmail,” Bob smirks.
“I’m not going to share it with anyone,” Kim says in an attempt to defend herself, “I’m just going to tease her with it until it gets old.”
Monet chuckles, “Damn, how thoughtful.”
Kim giggles, though she tries to stay as quiet as possible, she really doesn’t want to wake up her friend. If she fell asleep studying then she definitely needs the rest.
“It’s fun,” Kim offers, smiling at the exasperated expressions on her friends’ faces.
“You are evil, Kimberly,” Bob grins at her.
“Thank you,” Kim replies proudly.
A week later, Naomi texts her complaining about how tired she is. Kim sends the picture with the caption, ‘This tired?’
Naomi: im going to kill you.
Kim sends back a winky face.