Sketchyshorts: ya snooze, ya lose.

Hey, uh…
Y’all ever heard the so called: ‘first rule of a sleepover’? Which is to never fall asleep first?
Well, that one rule, gave me and my friends such a traumatic experience, that even the word sleepover reminds us of it. So, here ya go.

It started previous year, in the summer vacation.
Mike had us all invited to a sleepover, at his house. And tell you something, his house is B I G.
The entire attic was enough to fit all of us 9 in it.
If there wasn’t any stuff in it, that is. It all started off fine, having chats, watching a movie, having ice cream, all of the regular stuff. But when we had to sleep, THEN came the madness. Jay had this image dropboxed to all of us, a meme with a grinning face and the text: rule nr 1: don’t be the first one asleep. We all looked at each with sudden suspicions, cause we weren’t sure who would lit the fire.

We were all split in groups of 3, in mikes room, the attic and the guest room. I was with ivy and Liam, in the attic. Somehow, we did not like it when we had to sleep together, because the suspense of sleeping first remained. So we all went in a corner, and looked all at each other. Like that Spider-Man meme, you could say. Suddenly, the door opens, and the rest walks in, eyes in each other aswell.

And so we sat there, all in suspicion of the rest. When you look at me, I though jay was going ham when someone slept. He is the prankster of the group, and I do not want to have pen stripes on my face when I woke up that morning. 2 AM. Then, the madness kicked in.
It began with Jordy saying:’ so, joy, where are you hiding your pencils, Hm?’ Where joy replies:’ I could as the same to you.’ And then came the shouting. It began with small arguments all around, I was shouting against ivy and Mike, because they thought I would do it, then jay and Liam joined because Ivy was the main suspect for them, and so on.
This went on so long, that the parent of Mike woke up, and came to us saying what was wrong. They got a hurricane of words and accusers to them, and they were going to check everyone’s bags. No one eventually had stuff to do it with, so we all were a bit ashamed.
But we did not check one important thing: time. It was at that moment 5 AM where we finally stopped.

The next morning we were so tired, we had to pick each other up when we tried not to stumble off the stairs. Eventually we were all picked up, and the mother of ivy brought me and Liam home, where I immediately slept 6 more hours. Next day, we were al cooled off, and made the decision, to always check bags when we were planning stuff together again.