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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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(32 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5)
great start to what could become a super story….looking forward to read more from you…
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. -:)
Welcome with your new Danish Story. Nice fresh beginning. I loved it.