Colby's POV:
I just came to Sam's house and went up to his room after his parents answered the door and I entered his room as he sat up on his bed.
"Hey Sam?"
Sam: "What's up dude?"
I went over and sat down on his bed, looking over at Sam.
"I-I like Y/n."
Sam: "So?" He asked, confused.
"But she thinks i don't love her. And we are moving to L.A. next week."
Sam: "Tell her the truth."
"Tell her the truth so that she will watch the stars through tears instead of missing me even more once i am gone if she truly does feel the same? No.....no...I think i'll let her think i never loved her."
Sam: "Ok dude. That actually might be for the best."
"Thanks dude. I hope it's the right decision though."
Sam patted my back and we smiled a little at each other.
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