WHO: Ryder Wilkinson and Lana Ross WHEN: Sunday evening. WHERE: Lana's apartment. WHAT: Dorky discoveries, hanging out. Awkwardness. The usual with them. WARNINGS: Nothing major probably.
If somebody asked her what she'd spent the day doing, Lana wished she could come up with an answer that sounded a little less lame than "laid in bed listening to music." Work, maybe. Leading a rebellion against oppressive regimes? Not likely, but it would give her a purpose. But no, while the hours ticked by she spent the majority of the day hidden from the spring time, pollen-filled air in a world full of heavy bass lines, symphonies, and clever harmonies that were mixes of her favorite songs thrown together on her ipod. Occasionally she would get inspiration and peel herself off of her bed to start a new project on her lap top, or even venture out into the outer part of her apartment to grab some food before disappearing once again behind the tacked-up curtains that served as the divider to her bedroom. A bit anti-social, yes, but it wasn't really anything new. Lana was very much trapped in her own head most of the time, even when she was face-to-face with people.
Eventually she moved on to looking on craigslist for furniture. Despite Ryder's protests that he was fine sleeping on the couch, Lana had made it her personal mission to get the poor guy an actual, honest-to-god, bed. With a grin as she discovered a particularly good deal, she disconnected her lap top from its power chord and practically skipped back out into the living room with it. She didn't bother waiting to see if he wasn't busy, or if maybe he needed to be alone as much as she did sometimes. Instead, she flopped down on the couch next to him looking extremely proud of herself. The couch was old and worn, with dips where people sat often making it so that she initially was sitting practically on top of the blonde before she scooted herself over just enough to give them some personal space.
"I found you a bed," She said cheerily, nudging him with her elbow and turning the screen to face him. "Sort've. It's a couch bed so that we can fit it in here and get rid of this old thing, but it's still a bed. And it's better than you sleeping on this thing since, you know, you kind've live here and it should probably reflect that in here some." She continued to grin, turning herself sideways and crossing her legs under herself to get more comfortable while she talked to him. "Do you want it?"