Sam heard Brooke in her room. It sounded like she was crying.
"What's up?" she asked, sitting next to red-eyed girl.
"We broke up."
"Sorry." Sam took Brooke's hand.
"I didn't love him," Brooke said. "He knew it."
"So... why are you crying?" Sam leaned into the other girl.
Brooke wiped her eyes again and sighed. "Because nobody's ever going to love me."
"I love you," Sam answered, smiling. "Does that cheer you up?"
Brooke didn't answer. Her expression was almost vacant as she looked at Sam.
"What's the matter?" Turning to face Brooke, Sam put her hand on her shoulder.
"I love you too, Sam. I wish I didn't."
For once Sam couldn't think of anything to say, so she leaned forward and kissed the other girl.