*Luna's POV*

I can't believe Sam kissed me. She actually kissed me. And it was the best thing ever. "Hey, Lunes?" Sam said. "Yeah, Sam?" I said. "Are things going to be awkward between us now?" Sam asked. "Nah, dude. Like I told you before, we're cool. Besides, you were basically pressured into it by that jerk, Damien." I said, taking a bite off my lunch. "I guess so. By the way, you should think about changing your hair." Sam said. "Huh? But, I like my hair. What's wrong with it?" I said. "Nothing. It's just something to think about. Maybe put a purple streak in it like my teal one. I'm not asking you to change entirely. You're awesome. But just think about it. Okay?" Sam said. "Sure, brah." I said.

By the time I got home, there was a purple streak in my hair like Sam's teal one. I guess it doesn't hurt to have a little change. When I walked into my house, everyone was in the kitchen for some reason. "Luna, what happened to your hair?" Lori asked. "I had a purple streak put in it." I said. "Why?" Lynn asked. "Yeah, Luna. You're fifteen. Why are having a mid life crisis?" Lincoln said. At that moment, Sam came in as if on cue and everyone said, "Oooooh." Well, except Leni. "Why are we 'oh'-ing just because she has a teal- Oooooh!" Leni said. "It's no big deal, dudes. Sam just told me to think about changing my hair a little." I said. "Yeah, guys. I think she looks nice." Sam said. Everyone stood there in silence with blank expressions. "I better go now. See ya, Lunes." Sam said. "Okay. Bye, Sam." I said.

I grabbed my axe before heading out to the garage. Sam was right. I do look kind of rad with this streak in my hair. My sibs are just jealous that they aren't cool like I am. "Luna? Can we talk?" Mom said. "Sure, Mom." I said. "Listen, honey. I know that you like Sam, but you don't have to change for her." Mom said. "But I didn't change. It's not like when those producers at America's Next Hit Maker forced me to become a character from Jem and the Holograms. Sam isn't that way. She's rad and pretty and a good kisser." I said. "You kissed her?" Mom asked. "Technically she kissed me. But it was only because this jerk named Damien wouldn't get off her back. I'm confused, Mom. Are Sam and I dating now? Should I tell her that I wrote the letter she found in her locker?" I said. "That's up to you. But, I think you should talk to her. See where she wants things to go from here." Mom said. "Yeah. I guess you're right." I said.