"You're... okay with this idea – the three of us?" Sam(uel) asked.

"It's just the prom hotshot," Sam(antha) snapped, "turn off the porno fantasies."

"I know, I know," he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I just don't see why either of you would be willing to do this."

Brooke shrugged. "We both want to go to Prom, and neither of us wants to deprive the other."

"So, you care about each other?" he asked.

"Well, yeah. She's my s..." she paused. "She's my friend."

Sam(antha) scowled at Brooke's verbal stumble.

"And after Prom?" Sam(uel) asked, standing directly in front of the blonde.

"I don't know," she said.

"So," Becket continued, looking at the dark-haired girl, "whatever happens, someone I care about gets hurt."

He turned away from them to look out the window.

"And how close will you two be after that?" he asked, pressing his forehead against the window.

"I don't know," Brooke repeated.

"Look Harrison," Sam(antha) interrupted, "We don't know what's going to happen after Prom, or next summer, or next year, we just want to have the night, ok? You think you can manage that?"

'Harrison' turned back towards the girls, smiling.

"Absolutely. It's just one night, what harm could it do?"

As soon as he said the words, he took a deep breath. He knew how much harm it was going to do – if he didn't stop it.