Dart and Dash - Mary Smith Page 0,15

was truly the love of my life, and there would be no one else.

After I gently rolled out of the bed, so as not to disturb her, I showered, and headed downstairs to help start breakfast.

“Well, someone got laid last night,” Dash teased me as I walked into the kitchen.

“Your lady friend still in your bed?” I began cleaning up the potatoes for the hash browns.

“I guess you could say that,” he mumbled.

“Why didn’t you tell me about you and Garnet?” Usually, my brother told me all about the girls he was with. “Is it because she’s Daisy’s sister?”

“Actually,” he turned to me. “I didn’t sleep with her.”

I stopped what I was doing, too shocked by his words. “But, I heard her last night.”

“I know. I did, too, but I promise you, I didn’t. Not that I didn’t want to, though.”

“So, what did happen? I mean, I saw her the next day.”

“She was drunk off her ass and fell down. I brought her home, cleaned her up, and she passed out in my bed,” he explained.

“Seriously?”

“Yep,” he went back to the stove.

“Then, why did she explode on Daisy?”

“No fucking clue, but you can ask her when she comes down.”

“What?” I practically shouted. “Garnet’s here, again?”

“That girl likes to drink. A lot. And, yes, she is.”

I rolled my eyes. “So, did you,” I stopped, not finishing,

“Nope, I swear. She only passed out. That was it.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t believe Dash had a girl in his bed two nights in a row, and nothing happened between them. I knew my brother wouldn’t if she was passed out, but I thought Garnet would be a willing participant.

I didn’t ask anything else, and we went about finishing the meal together. Sundays were special to Dash and me. Our dad always had the day off, and Mom would prepare a large meal of all our favorites. It didn’t matter what was going on, we would all sit down and spend time together on Sunday.

When we came to Marshall, our parents still came up on Sundays to have a meal with us. They did it until the day they died.

Dash kept it up, without me even asking. He’d been the closest to our Mom, and she’d taught him to cook. I knew not many people knew his secret talent, but he loved it. Almost, as much as he loved Edgar Allan Poe. Another secret he kept from others.

“I smell bacon.” Daisy’s groggy voice entered the kitchen.

“Yep, have a seat.” I told her, getting the food onto the table while Dash grabbed plates.

“Oh, I should text Garnet.” Daisy reached for her phone.

“Don’t bother, I’m already here.” Garnet’s tiny, very hung over body came into the kitchen.

“You look like shit, still.” Dash teased her, handing her a plate.

“You would too if you drink that whole bottle of vodka.” She dropped her head into her hands.

I looked at Daisy, and I wasn’t sure if she was mad or hurt at Garnet’s antics. I sat next to her, and squeezed her hand, letting her know it would be fine. Daisy nodded, and we all began to eat.

Luckily, breakfast went well, and there was no fighting, or arguments. The four of us cleaned up, and Daisy asked if we were going running.

“Yes. Dash, Garnet, would you like to join us?”

“Are there zombies chasing me?” Garnet asked.

“No,” I chuckled.

“Then, no.” She shook her head.

“Come on, Garnet.” Daisy begged. “It’ll be fun.”

“I’m still hung over; I don’t think running is the cure.”

“Actually,” Dash jumped in. “It helps. I work out with Dart a lot when I’m in that condition and I do feel a little better afterwards.”

Garnet rolled her eyes. “Is this one of those interventions? Are you trying to tell me I am fat or something?”

“No,” all three of us said.

“We’re trying to get you out of the house,” Daisy added.

“Ugh, fine.” Garnet through her hands in the air. “I’ll go change.”

“I’m coming, too.” Daisy said, giving me a quick kiss, and then following her sister out of the house.

After the girls left, Dash turned on the Xbox and started up Call of Duty: Ghost game.

“Aren’t you going with us?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “I have company coming over.”

“All right.” I knew exactly what that meant. Dash was going to have a girl over, doing…well, whatever he does with them.

After I changed, I picked up the girls, and we headed to Ritter Park. The large trees lined the running track and shaded most of it. As we got out of