DISCLAIMER: Alas, I don't own the characters of Popular. They belong to Ryan Murphy, but hopefully he won't mind if I borrow them for a little while.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Based on the prompt "E is for Entourage." Written for boomwizard.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
It's Not Him
"Earth to Brooke... What are you looking at?"
Brooke snapped out of her sudden daze, eyes finally centering back on Sam. The brunette twisted around in her seat, trying to catch sight of what had captured Brooke's attention.
"Hey, isn't that the guy from that show Entourage?" Sam asked as she turned back to face Brooke.
"Um, yeah, I think so," Brooke murmured, flushing red at having been caught in a stare, and choosing to focus on the plate in front of her, instead of the group a few tables away from theirs.
Sam couldn't hold back a smirk. "You like him, huh? He sure is dreamy, under that big mop of hair. Though not a blond, which is shocking for you!" Sam teased.
"I don't like him, Sam. Just drop it, ok?"
"Yeah right," Sam scoffed, "You were practically drooling."
Sam kept up the teasing for the remainder of their meal, until Brooke just couldn't stand it anymore.
"I wasn't even looking at him," Brooke finally exclaimed. "I was more interested in the girl sitting next to him."
"Ooh. Really?" was all Sam could manage, before whipping back around to stare shamelessly at the group. Brooke could only drop her head into her hand in embarrassment.
She heard the scrape of Sam's chair as the brunette faced forward once again, but the expected continuance of Sam's teasing never came. Curious, Brooke looked up to find Sam staring at her with a strange expression on her face. A combination of confusion, surprise, and... Was that hope?
"What? Why do you look so surprised?" Brooke asked. "You already know that I like girls sometimes." Something about Sam's stare caused Brooke's heart rate to climb.
"It's just..." Sam paused. "She kind of looks like me."
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