There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl

Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl

Sha la la la la la
My oh my
Look like the boy too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame?
Too bad, he gonna miss the girl

Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don't say a word
And she won't say a word
Until you kiss the girl

Sha la la la la la
Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it how
You want to kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Float along
And listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha la la la la
The music play
Do what the music say
You got to kiss the girl
You've got to kiss the girl
You wanna kiss the girl
You've gotta kiss the girl
Go on and kiss the girl

Halloween was coming, and for Sam, that was the greatest news ever. Safely ensconced in her room, Sam surreptitiously looked both ways, then did a small dance reminiscent of her time as an eight-year-old.

“I knew you were odd, but this is just weirder than normal” Sam looked up in surprise, nearly falling over as she saw her blonde housemate giving her a brilliant smile from the door way.

“Jeez, knock much?” Sam pretended annoyance trying desperately to curb the automatic impulse to hug and kiss Brooke on sight. The slight smile she had on her face from thoughts of aforementioned naught deed showed Brooke she was only kidding around.

How cute Brooke immediately thought, her mind playing the little dance scene on repeat with flashes of that small smirk in-between.

“And miss the floor show? Not on your life” Brooke gave Sam a genuine smile, relaxed now that she wasn’t constantly on the look out for Nic’s latest backstabbing plan, or Mary Cherry’s newest hair-brained scheme. Sam and Brooke’s relationship took a much needed turn as the forced close quarters showed them they actually could get along. First to not get grounded, and then, because they actually liked each other.