lauren and brandon! =]

brandon and lauren walked into his apartment. lauren had been worried about things being weird maybe, but they hadn't been so far. brandon walked to the couch and lauren looked around. there was nothing different. she almost expected there would be. something allyssa had suggested he buy. "hey, come sit down. let's watch tv," brandon said. "alright," lauren said walking over to the plump brown couch. "what is this?" she scowled at the show on the television. two guys were blowing something up. "hey, it's a good show," brandon defended. "let me see the remote," lauren said reaching over him to get the remote from beside him. "no," he said picking it up and cradling it like a baby. "just let me see it!" she said. "what are you going to turn to?" brandon asked. "i don't know yet. i just want to look for something," she turned to the tv, "better than this." "whatever," brandon said forking over the remote, "but it won't be better than this." "anything would be better than this," lauren snarkily said as she snatched away the remote. "you just don't have good taste," brandon told her. "oh really? what's that say for you then?" she asked. brandon laughed, "it says you made one good choice. it's like liking all this shitty music and liking staind. it's only one choice. it doesn't mean you have good taste." lauren rolled her eyes, "you're so crazy. that has nothing to do with me." "it has everything to do with you." "nothing." "everything." "it's like fighting with a child," lauren said flipping through the channels. she finally stopped on a music video. "tell me about it," brandon said.