Lauren and Tom are sitting on his couch. They have a beer out of the six pack Tom bought and Tom's smoking, for once, one of his own cigarettes. "You should thank me, you know?" Lauren rolled her eyes, "Thank you, King." She pretended to bow. Tom laughed at her, "Well, if I'm the king, I guess that makes you a queen." "Exactly!" Lauren said laughing. Tom took the beer from her hand and sat his down too. He put out the cigarette and then pushed Lauren back onto the couch. "I love you," he told her smiling. She watched him, looking at her body, and smiled, "I love you too." He held out his hand, "Let's go to my room before Steve comes in wanting some shit or something." Lauren took his hand and they walked to his room. Tom immediately fell onto the bed. Lauren picked something up from the desk. It was a joint. "Tom!" "What?" he asked, then he noticed what she was holding. "Steve just gave it to me. I haven't used it or anything," Tom said. "Well, I know, but is this the first one Steve's given you?" Tom pulled off his shirt. "Are you trying to distract me?" she asked. "Is it working?" "God, Tom, seriously, was the other day the first time you did drugs with Steve?" Tom laughed, "No, alright?" "Ugh," Lauren said. Tom finally got up. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, "I love you, baby. I'm not going to do that shit around you, unless you know--never mind. I mean, have you ever seen me high?" "No," Lauren said. "Then, just kiss me, and forget about this shit, okay?" Tom, however, kissed her before she had the chance, but Lauren showed no signs of fighting. He walked her over to the bed and he laid her down and pulled himself on top of her. She smiled at him, "You are so good at distracting me." "That's a good thing," Tom said. "What if you cheat on me and then you distract me like that?" Lauren asked. Tom rolled off of her. "I guess that'd be good for me, but I'm not going to cheat on you to have to worry about that." "Yeah, but what if you flirt with some girl and then you distract me like that?" "Lauren, flirting doesn't mean shit to me. Honestly, it means nothing. I don't even know I'm doing it," Tom said. "I know, but the girl you do it with, does think it means something," Lauren said. "Fuck her. I'm with you and that's the only person I want to be with." Lauren smiled and kissed him. He rubbed his hands up her shirt and eventually pulled it off. "Damn, you're good," she said sighing. "What?" "I was just pissed off a second ago and now you've already gotten me to not be mad at you and to take off my shirt." "And bra," Tom said, undoing it. Lauren smiled and kissed his chest. He rubbed his hands through her hair and she continued to kiss downward. She undid his belt and tossed it onto the floor and then started working on the button and zipper to his pants. She took off his shoes and then pulled of his jeans.

Later, Lauren was bringing herself up from his waist and Tom took a deep breath. "You're amazing," he told her. "I think we both know why you're saying that," she said and Tom laughed. He kissed her, "Can't a guy just think his girlfriend is amazing?" "Yes, but not right after she gives him a blow job," Lauren said. Tom just laughed and pulled off her jeans.