"Why?"

"I want to talk to Sam."

"What do you mean. Come on, we haven’t spent much time
together
lately. I just wanted to hang out with you for more than thirty
seconds."

"Harrison!" Brooke was starting to get a little peeved with
him and
the fact that he was whining didn`t help him. If he couldn’t
see how
important this was to her then why was she still with him. She had
been wondering that a lot lately. It was a comfortable relationship,
and she didn’t want to hurt him.

"Fine, go play with Sam," he spat.

She watched his retreating back and rolled her eyes. He was such a
drama queen sometimes. She could see Sam still leaning against the
island through the door. She was staring at the floor like it was
going to jump up at her if she looked away. There was definitely
something wrong with her. Brooke was so glad that she had gotten to
know who Sam really was after the accident that wasn’t really
accidental. There was so much about Sam that made Brooke sorry that
it had taken them this long to really connect.

The way she could find the humor in almost anything. Sam even had a
name for it, inappropriate humor. She had gone back and reread all
of the school articles that Sam had written. She really was
talented. There was such a clarity in her writing that made it easy
to understand and yet complex enough to tease the mind. You could
always see Sam’s soul, what she was thinking, and what she
wanted.
It was written in her features, every expression. You just had to
pay attention. It wasn’t really that hard to figure the girl out
once you got passed your own prejudices.

So yes, if there was something wrong with Sam, Brooke was a little
more than concerned. The reason behind this she didn’t even
question. It was just what she felt. So she did what came naturally.
Sam finally looked up to see if Harrison had finally left. She could
feel Brooke’s eyes on her and when she met them she seemed to
lock
onto them. Could there really be so much in a single glance. It was
simplicity wrapped in an enigma.

It was as if she was looking past everything physical and they
understood each other on another level that no one else could enter.
There was the connection and there was no defining it. Why ask
questions like that. So Sam decided to do what came naturally. She
smiled for the first time in days. It was a slow grin that spread
across her face and infused the feelings it carried with it, into
her body. Her mind had no more bearing on what she was doing. She
was simply being herself in this moment.

Brooke answered the smile with one of her own. It wasn’t as big,
but
it contained an understated message that told Sam what it really
said. They were on the same plane. They were centered. Brooke walked
back into the house and closed the door slowly, then rested directly
across from Sam against the counter.

"So what’s going on Sammy."

Sam’s grin widened with the use of the nick name.

"Nothing, I was just writing and well, decided that I needed some
air."

Neither girl wanted to move, but Sam felt like she had to or she
would burst.

"I am going to take a walk."

"I’ll go with you."