"You make it sound like some kind of porn," Allison pointed out as she eventually dropped down onto the bed next to her friend where he'd patted the mattress, the soda on the floor on his other side so it wouldn't be too hard for him to just lean over and reach for it. She tilted her head at the desktop picture before she shrugged, "thanks," her lower lip was snagged between her teeth, "I drew it about a year ago."
She took the DVD case and popped the DVD into the CD slot, waiting for the whirring of the laptop to tell her that it was ready to go. Once it was auto playing, the sound (not as tinny as she'd been expecting) coming almost at full volume out of the small speakers hidden somewhere in the computer, she settled back against the headboard, her arm pressed against Brady's, fingers laced together as she resisted the urge to fiddle with her top or her hair, or... something.
"For the record," she said, as the opening credits started, showing the images of the production companies that had been responsible for bringing the film to life, "being your room-mate would be cool too. We'd have a lot of fun. Like I- well, you can always stay here when it gets too much with your parents."