"What are you reading?" Tom asked Lauren. He'd picked her up after class and was now driving her back to his house. "It's this book we have to read for Literature class," she said. She then went back to reading. "Why'd you want me to pick you up?" "I let Mellisa borrow my car to get something to eat." "What's wrong with her car?" Lauren laughed, "You ask a lot of questions." "Meow," Tom said laughing. "Why'd you meow?" He continued to laugh, "A cat's curious." "Ohh," she said. "You should be blonde." Lauren closed her book and placed it on the floorboard. She hit him in the arm and Tom fake-swerved. "Stop!" Tom laughed, "Okay," and he hit the brakes, sending their heads flying back into the seat. "You can't drive!" "You're the one who said to fucking stop," Tom said. "You are such a smartass," she said. "That I am." She rolled her eyes, "And you say you're not cocky." "When did I say that?" Tom asked. "I don't know but I know you have." "Well, I take it back then." She laughed.

When Lauren and Tom arrived at his house, they got out of his car and went inside. Tom got them both an energy drink and then they sat on the couch. "I'm choosing what we watch," Lauren said, grabbing the remote. "It's if it's some gay ass shit, I'm turning." "We'll see about that. I've got a good grip." Tom laughed and grabbed for the remote from her hand. She didn't give it up and he hit her arm. "Ow!" He laughed and hit at her hand. "Stop it!" "What?" "Hitting me!" He hit her again and she dropped the remote. "You obviously have that great of a grip," he smirked. "I'm going to hit you and you'll see how it feels." She started hitting his arm as hard as she could. "Shit! Stop it!" he said laughing. She laughed and said, "See how it feels?" "I didn't even fucking hit you that hard. I barely hit you at all." "It still hurt!" "Fine, I'm sorry. Just stop hitting me."