meeting in my dreams.
@chxsera
lana is beyond sick of this concussion. it’s been three days so far — three miserable, boring days of her lying in bed, switching between reading, watching various things on netflix, and sleeping. she’s still on pain medicine for the headaches, and though not as much as she was the first couple of days, it still makes her sleepier than usual. she knows that sleep is what she needs for her mind to repair itself, but she’s just so tired of sleeping. she wants to go out and have fun, to join her friends and meet new campers, do all the dumb activities that she can’t even pretend to hate anymore,
the text came a little while ago — an offer of a free cookie delivery from sera, and lana accepted immediately. ever since she’s been planning her strategy for getting sera to stay and hang out. while lana knows she can’t keep sera away from her duties as a counselor, she also knows that she’s dying for a little bit of company, even if it is her ex.
besides, though they’re technically exes, lana and sera’s friendship was never really affected by their breakup. they’re still good friends who listen to each other’s gay panics or, when the situation requires, bring snickerdoodles to a poor, lonely, concussed soul. when a knock sounds on the cabin door, lana immediately pauses the episode of brooklyn 99 she’s got on her tablet and sits up a little. “come in!” she calls, a grin alreeady growing on her face as her friend walks in.
“sera! you’re just in time for the special halloween episode, and you brought cookies!” she babbles, pushing herself fully into a sitting position. “will you stay and share them with me?” she asks, looking pleadingly up at the other as she accepts the tin of cookies.