INT. JANE'S BEDROOM - DAY Jane, a 14-year-old with short, messy hair and glasses, and Sam, also 14, with long hair and a skateboard in hand, are sitting on Jane's bed, laughing and talking. Their backpacks are laid out beside them. JANE (Excitedly) You know what, Samantha? Sam stops mid-laugh, suddenly serious. She tilts her head and squints at Jane. SAM (Annoyed) Ugh, Jane, how many times do I have to tell you? It's Sam or Sammie, never Samantha. Jane bites her lip, realization dawning on her face. JANE (Slightly embarrassed) Oh no, I'm sorry, Sam! I didn't mean to call you that. It just slipped out. Sam softens and places a hand on Jane's arm, offering a reassuring smile. SAM It's alright, Jane. Just remember next time, okay? Jane nods, grateful for Sam's understanding. She fiddles with her glasses, feeling awkward. JANE Do you really hate being called Samantha that much? Sam chuckles lightly, shaking her head. SAM It's not that I hate it, but it just feels too formal, you know? Sam or Sammie feels more like me. Jane's face lights up as she reaches out, grabbing Sam's hand. JANE You know what, Sammie? I think your name suits you perfectly. It's like... it's like the essence of your coolness or something. Sam blushes and playfully nudges Jane's shoulder with her free hand. SAM Oh, please. You're just saying that to make me feel better. Jane leans in closer, their faces almost touching. JANE I promise, Sam. Your name is as cool as you are. And besides, who needs formal when we're all about breaking rules? Sam grins, her skateboard forgotten beside her. SAM You're right, Jane. We make our own rules. They both burst into laughter, their worries over the name mishap drifting away. Their hands stay intertwined, a symbol of their unbreakable bond. FADE OUT.