A blonde girl, named Sam. A brunette, named Carly.
Best friends.
They are both sitting on Spencer's couch, just chatting about nothing in particular. Love. Falling in love. Being, in love. One of them was. One of them kept denying anything to do with the subject.
"Hey Carly?"
"Yeah, Sam?"
"What would you do if I told you I was falling in love with someone?"
Silence.
"I'd freak out, and then I'd probably squeeze the air out of your lungs and then ask million questions."
"Good to know."
More silence.
"Wait a minute."
"Huh?"
"Are you saying you're in love with someone?"
"Nope."
"Oh."
Silence continues.
"Because if you were falling for someone, it would be nice. You'd be happy, which would make me happy."
Sam yawns loudly. "I'm not in love with anyone."
Denial.
"Are you sure?"
"Carly, you'd have to brainwash me in order for me to be like those pathetic girls, chasing down their crushes only to find that they'll never know you exist."
Silence.
Carly sighs and looks over at her friend, slowly.
"Is that your final thought?"
"Carly, sometimes you are an idiot. Now, come on, let's go get some food. Mama's hungry."
The brunette cannot help but laugh. She agreed. Sam and Carly walk out of the apartment together.