NSB Oneshots Part 2

Rεנυƨтıп: Bıɢ Eхαм

Trust me, I know the feeling.

Regie sat cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by crumpled notes and an array of textbooks that seemed to multiply with every hour. The faint glow of a desk lamp illuminated the chaos, casting soft shadows on the walls adorned with posters of his favorite bands and motivational quotes. Outside, night draped itself over the quiet neighborhood, but inside, the air buzzed with the exciting, if daunting, energy that came with the promise of an all-night study session.

"Okay, so if I'm integrating this correctly," Justin said, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pointed to a complicated calculus problem on Regie's whiteboard, "the area under the curve from point A to point B is... wait, hold on." He ran a hand through his tousled hair, his expression a mix of determination and confusion.

"Just breathe!" Regie replied, fighting back a yawn as he leaned over halfway to peer at the problem. "Remember what Mr. Sanders said? You can't just keep looking at the problem. Break it down into chunks."

"You're right," Justin said, nodding as he straightened up, taking a sip from the rapidly diminishing energy drink can beside him. "It's just... we're going to fail this test if we don't get this right."

Regie felt a surge of camaraderie. Justin had always been the confident, easy-going one in their duo, but here, crammed together in his cozy room, he could see the cracks in his facade. They had always been there for each other through tests and trials, both in academics and in life. If anybody had to face their senior year of high school together, it was them.

"Come on, think about it this way," he said, shifting her laundry pile aside to give him room on the floor. "After tomorrow, it's summer! No more calculus, no more finals!"

"Good point," he chuckled, the stress momentarily lifting off his shoulders. "And we can finally celebrate graduation."

Regie raised his eyebrows. "You mean, we can finally go to that pizza place with the arcade games? I'm so ready for those nachos!"

"Don't get distracted!" he said, smirking but playfully wagging a finger at him. "Okay, let's conquer this! What about the limit theories?"

For the next few hours, they alternated between intense studying and light-hearted banter, breaking the tension that grew with each passing minute. They quizzed each other with flashcards and had a small competition over who could solve problems faster. Laughter filled the room, making the anxiety of the upcoming test seem a little more bearable.

As sleep began to cast its tempting spell on them, the two glanced at the clock. It was nearly 2 AM, and they still had at least three chapters of material left to review. Justin lay back against the bed, running a hand over his face, and sighed, "This is epic torture. Why didn't we start studying earlier?"

Regie smirked, twirling a pencil between his fingers. "Because we had to perfect our procrastination techniques. It's an art form."

He laughed again, but as the laughter faded, the room fell into a comfortable silence, filled only with the hum of the fan and the slight rustle of papers. For a moment, everything felt perfect—just the two of them, best friends, facing the world together.

"So, what's the first thing you're going to do after the test?" Regie asked, breaking the stillness as he sprawled out beside him.

Justin grinned, rolling onto his side to face his, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I'm going to finally play that new game that just came out. My brother's been hogging the console all week."

"Game on, then!" Regie said, punching the air in mock celebration. "And I think I'll treat myself to an entire chocolate cake, just for getting through finals."

They made plans for what felt like a vast horizon of carefree summer days ahead, brainstorming escapades that danced through their imaginations like fireflies in the night.

Eventually, exhaustion seeped in, and Regie felt himself beginning to drift. Before he could succumb to the call of sleep, though, he turned to Justin. "Hey, do you still think we're going to be okay? I mean, after high school and everything?"

Justin looked thoughtful for a moment, the weight of their uncertainty settling in the air around them. "Look, whatever happens, we've always got each other's backs, right? So I think we'll be just fine."

Regie smiled, warmth flooding through him. "You're right, as always."

With that, they both let their eyes flutter shut. The books and notes faded into the background, their minds free to roam as they drifted into sleep, ready to face whatever tomorrow would bring, together.