"Please?" Seb asked me, curling his lips into a pout.

I sighed, something I did over a dozen times in the past minute. "Seb, I told you, I have a paper that I have to write for history."

"But it's Friday," Seb pointed out. "You have all weekend to work on it."

"I can't hold it off any longer," I said. "I got the assignment on Monday and I didn't even start."

"Please, Artie?" Seb asked again. "I promise it will be the last time I beg of you to do anything with me. Please?"

I sighed once again, knowing he wasn't going to give up. "Fine, I'll come over...