Rein smiled, plucking a blanket off her previously made bed. Her body hung precariously off the side of her chair, and she scooted up further. From down the hall she heard the toilet flush, one of her friends must be done using the restroom. A moment after the tap for the water shut off, Rein heard the microwave go off from downstairs. Is the popcorn ready? The scent wafted to her, her question was answered.<br/>She curled up a little more, flipping through the movies channels that she actually received. Finding a good comedy, she settled in, waiting for the popcorn and her two best friends to come back up to her bedroom.<br/>Rein peered over to one of the room's corners; all the sleeping bags were set up perfectly, her green and black one slipped snuggly in the middle. Ah, no siblings to deal with, not that she had any, but she had friends who had to deal with the little monsters, and no parents to pester her. What a perfect Saturday night.