Chris walked into his apartment, sighing. He'd spent the day driving around trying to find something to do, and ended up wasting gas and coming home even more bored.

He took his shoes off and looked over to the couch, spotting Claire's head over the top. "Oh, I see you're here again," he said.

"Yep," said Claire. She was focused on the TV.

"Seriously...what's wrong with your apartment this time?" he asked, taking his coat off.

"Cable's out."

"So why don't you do something other than watch TV?" he said, walking over to the fridge to get a drink. All he had was a full case of beer and a nearly empty pitcher of juice.

"Raining out."

Chris grabbed two beers and walked over to the couch. "How'd you get here?" he asked.

"Bike."

He put one of the beers on the table in front of her and sighed. "So, you won't do anything but watch TV when it's raining, yet you don't mind riding your bike IN the rain to come crash my apartment?" he asked.

"Nope."

"I won't be getting more than two-word sentences, am I?" asked Chris.

"Probably not."

He looked down to the couch and sighed again. She was taking up the whole thing. "Mind making a spot?" he asked. He didn't move, and he sighed. "Seriously, I wanna sit, Claire."

Claire simply shrugged.

"What's wrong with you today? Move your feet, or I'll seriously just sit on you," Chris said, putting his beer on the table.

"No you won't."

"Fine, have it your way!" Chris leaped over and sat on top her legs. She squirmed, which made him laugh.

"GET OFF! YOU'RE SO HEAVY!" Claire yelled, attempting to push him off.

Chris kept laughing. "Oh come on, you're a tough girl, you can take it," he said. He leaned forward just a bit to reach his beer.

"CHRIS GET OFF ME!"

"Shh...I'm trying to watch TV," he said.

Claire tried pulling her legs out but failed. "Okay! You win! I'll move, just get off!" she said.

Chris stood up and she pulled her legs out quickly, sitting upright. "You could've done that from the start, you know," he said.

She rubbed her leg, glaring at him. "Such an ass," she said. She reached over and took his beer, grinning as she sipped it.

"Hey! I swear, someday I'll crash your apartment and we'll see what happens then..." he said. He took the second beer and opened it.

"Yeah? Well I'll be the one to sit on YOU, and we'll see how much YOU like it," said Claire.

"...You weigh what, a hundred? Pretty sure I wouldn't even notice," said Chris.

Claire tossed a couch cushion at him and leaned back, putting her feet up on his table. "Yeah, well, I'm crashing here tonight by the way," she said.

"Why?"
"Can't drink and drive, bro," she held the bottle up and smiled.

Chris sighed, smiled back and tapped his bottle against hers. "Sounds like a plan," he said. After wasting a day driving around, he'd finally found something he loved doing; spending time with Claire.

He made a mental note to call her before getting in the car next time; save cash on gas.