Carly got up from the couch and answered the door.
She knew Sam had only come over to brag about Pete and how awesome their date was. She didn't feel like pretending to care.
"Hey, what's up," she unenthusiastically asked.
Sam was standing in front of her wearing her normal jeans, her normal curly hair, her normal sneakers and her normal t-shirt. "Can I come in? Please?"
Carly let her in and they both sat on the couch. "So, why the change of clothes?" She fidgeted with her hands. "Pete didn't like your new look?"
"It's not that. It's just- I'm not who Pete wants. He's into frilly, weak girls like you. I'm not frilly or weak." She sighed and crossed her arms. "I might not even like guys."
"Well," Carly said while avoiding Sam's gaze, "I might not like guys either," she whispered quietly.
Sam scooted over closer to her and brushed hair out of Carly's face. "Oh? Then what kind of girls do you like, Carly?"
With her bottom lip almost trembling, Carly rested her hand on Sam's thigh and leaned in. "You."
The blonde smiled and gave in to the kiss. When both girls pulled away, Sam blushed. "Good. Because I like you too."