Part Sixteen
"What is it?" Brooke asked feeling a slight shudder run through Sam's body. It was now just past three in the morning and the hustle and bustle of the day was beginning to catch up with both of them. Brooke was leaned propped up against the door and a shelving unit and Sam was sitting in-between her legs. "Don't tell me your uncomfortable."
"I'm very comfortable," Sam responded, "in fact you're better than a futon."
"That's lovely," Brooke responded glaring at the top of Sam's head. "Are you cold?" she asked feeling another shiver run through Sam's body.
"No, just thinking about how much shit we're going to be in when they find us in the morning," Sam said shuddering once again.
"I hadn't thought of that, but now I am, and…" Brooke shuddered too. "They're going to call our parents. You are going to be in so much trouble," Brooke continued.
"What do you mean `me'?" Sam asked. "As far as I'm aware I'm not the only one is this room. What about you?"
"I'll probably get an award for being such a concerned bus buddy and following you into doom and misfortune," Brooke responded. "The school will probably create a new award just for me, the McQueen Medallion or something more grandiose."
Sam paused for a second then said, "Now that you've had time to rejoin me on the planet earth, what do you think is really going to happen?" Sam asked a moment later.
"I'd prefer not to think about it if it's all the same to you," Brooke replied as she ran her hands up and down Sam's arm lightly.
Sam smirked then shifted up a little so that her lips were hovering by Brooke's neck where she planted the gentlest of kisses. Brooke leaned her head down, capturing Sam's lips in an equally tender embrace.
"Sam," she said when they separated and Sam's head was once again resting on her shoulder.
"Ummm," Sam mumbled.
"I sleepy," Brooke related blinking rapidly in an attempt to keep her eyes open.
"Me too," Sam admitted with a sigh. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Hmph," Brooke emoted, surprisingly able to make even her grunts carry a touch of amusement. "I wonder why?"
"Shut up," Sam muttered knowing exactly what Brooke was thinking.
"Don't be grouchy, I'm sure that it was good for both of us," Brooke continued smiling as she rested her head against Sam's. The brunette's response was merely to focus though brown orbs at her and place an expression on her face that clearly said `you're really gonna wanna shut up now'. Brooke smiled, she would shut up…but only because Sam was her girl.
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