The laptop sat in front of her with the cursor blinking mockingly
back at her. She was starting at a sentence as if it was going to
burn into the tissue of her brain. It was making her chew on her
lip. She quickly twirled the chair around to face the opposite side
of the room staring momentarily at the bathroom door, and grabbed
her jacket off her bed. She was on to something and it was scaring
her. The story she was writing was about a girl who is describing
someone she is attracted to.

It had all just flowed out of her. When had written the last
sentence on the screen something had become clear. Until that very
last sentence she could have been talking about anyone, but she
didn’t usually guys usually didn’t have smooth skin, long
blonde
hair, and beautiful hazel eyes. She wasn’t talking about a guy.
It
had all turned out a little too weird for her.

She bolted out of the chair and rushed downstairs. Unfortunately she
met Brooke at the kitchen door with Harrison in tow. Brooke noticed
the pained look on Sam’s face. Great, all she had wanted was to
get
out of here and go for a walk, and who should she meet, the happy
couple.

"Sam, what’s wrong," Brooke asked, concerned.

Sam tried to control the expression on her face, but failed
miserably. She looked even more distressed.

"Nothing, I was just going for a walk. I need some air."

She tried to push past the couple, but was stopped by Brooke’s
arms
shooting out to stop her.

"Something’s wrong, Sam. Come on tell me."

Brooke put a beseeching look on her face. When she saw Sam glare at
Harrison she took the cue. She took her hand off of Sam’s arm and
placed it on his hand.

"Hey, thanks for walking me in, but I think I am gonna call it a
night."

Harrison looked at her in confusion. They had planned on watching
the latest movie they had gotten from Carm, who was working at
Blockbuster for the summer.

"But, Brooke," he started.

Before he could finish Brooke pulled him outside. She popped her
head back inside and glared at Sam in an obvious warning.

"Don’t go anywhere."

Sam shrugged and leaned against the kitchen island. Brooke popped
back outside and set to convincing Harrison to go home.

"I’m sorry but I need you to go, Harrison."