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    Just Friends…?

     BRINNNNG!

    Fuck…

     Who the hell it as the door at 8AM?? Don’t they know who I am?!

    Turning over, I ignore it and try to re-connect to my dreams…

    Brrrinnnggggggg 

    ‘Okkkaaay… I’m coming!’

    Someone best be dying I thought…

     I get up out of my cosy bed and stumble over towards the door. 

    "Dane…?"

    "Hey sleepy head", she replies with a goofy grin.

     Somehow I can never be mad at her…

    "I was just wondering if you fancied getting some breakfast?" 

    I glance at my alarm clock then back at her and note that if it were anyone else I would fake a busy schedule, however, as it’s her…

    "Sure, Dane let me just get ready."

    The athlete nods in agreement before taking up her usual space in front of the television. I begin

    to get ready, taking particular care over the outfit I choose. 

    "Cool it Piezecki, Dana doesn’t care what you are wearing.."

    After several minutes of deliberation I decide on skinny jeans and a shirt that clings on in some places and falls off in others and exit the comfort of my bedroom.

     

    Silence…

     

     I look at Dana who is no longer focused on the television.

    She checks me out rather obviously, head to toe, before meeting my eyes and turning a dark shade of red. 

    "Ready?" She asks, with a tad more nervousness than usuall.

    "Sure" I reply. She really needs to stop turning up at my flat after a morning workout…

    I follow Dana out of the door. 

    "So, hows Lara?" I ask, making polite conversation.

    "Fine", she replies looking everywhere except at me. I try to keep the grin off of my face before looking back at her and replying, "good".

     

    Walking through the Planet doors I notice that Dana Fairbanks is being uncharacteristically quiet. I head over to the counter with the athlete in tow and ordrer myself a coffee. She orders herself a de-caff version of the same before following me to a table. 

    "Is everything okay?" I ask her? "You seem reaaaly quiet."

    "I’m sorry, I just have a lot going on, what with Lara and my upcoming tour and everything."

    "I know", I reply, trying to make the athlete feel at ease. 

    "How about we have a movie night on Wednesday before your big game?"

    "Definately", she replied. "That would be great."

    I smile at her before replying, "Great, I’ll see you Wednesday then."

    Fuck. Why do I feel nervous?

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    1. i am glad the Danish beginning stories are back. I miss that couple whether they are friends or lovers! But hey who am I kidding, i so enjoy the lovers part. -:)

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