Fireflies (Brooke/Sam, PG)

[carlyinrome]

They lay on their backs in the warmwet grass, watching the dark sky, marred by unnatural stars.

Brooke’s comments are punctuated by the crunch of popcorn: “Isn’t it weird how in LA you can see the fireflies so well because the sky’s too polluted for the stars to show?”

Sam’s just glad she’s eating, and thinks that weirder things happen in LA, that beautiful girls starve themselves pretty when in other places in the world people are literally dying for something to eat. She can’t think of anything to say that won’t earn her a derisive snort or a “God, Sam,” so she turns to her side and busies her mouth kissing Brooke’s neck.