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didn’t.”
“So, what are you telling me?”
“Well, I couldn’t sleep because your girlfriend is loud as hell,” he rolled his eyes.
“Anyway,” I moved him along.
“So, I was sitting on the porch, and I saw her come out of the house. She looked lost and sad. I felt bad, and I went over there. I mean nothing happened, but when she asked me to stay over,” he stopped.
“You wanted to.” I finished his sentence for him.
“Plus, I almost kissed her.”
“Almost? Why didn’t you?”
“I truly don’t know.” He laid his head back, closing his eyes again.
“Well, then ask her out. I mean, if you like her that much, what are you waiting for?”
“Come on, Dart.” Dash shook his head again.
“No, I’m serious. If you like her that much, date her.”
“And if it doesn’t work out?”
“Then you can at least say you tried.”
“I guess.”
I didn’t say anymore, because I was trying to process how Dash was acting. Never in his life had he not been blunt with the girls. To see Dash nervous, or whatever this was, wasn’t something I was used to.
Maybe he really did want something more with Garnet.
Chapter 14 – Dash
Dart and I didn’t wake up until the early afternoon. My body was still sore from the game, but it was Sunday, and I needed to cook.
After a very hot shower to nurse my sore muscles, I slipped into a pair of basketball shorts. I jogged down the stairs to prep the ham. I didn’t feel like breakfast, even if we were just waking up. Once I had it in the oven, I started on the potatoes and other items. Cooking was almost therapeutic for me. It reminded me of my mom.
I was eight when she started teaching me how to cook. I thought it was stupid. I was a boy and cooking was a girl’s job. After Mom slapped me upside the head for my comment, she explained that it wasn’t a girl’s job, and if I kept thinking that way I would have to learn how to cook because no girl would ever cook for me.
From that moment on, she taught me everything about cooking. While I hated it at first, soon it was our time together. I confessed everything to her over preparing food. I told her my dream of being in the NFL while snapping green beans. I told her about my crushes at school when making homemade bread. It didn't matter what it was, I would tell Mom.
I’m sure I sounded like a mama’s boy, but it wasn’t like that. My dad taught me a lot. He would throw the football around with Dart and me. All three of us would work on the cars in the yard. Dad was always piddling around the house and outside. Even though he worked hard at his job as a coal miner, he never said no if we asked him to play with us.
“Dash?” Dart’s soft voice brought me out of my childhood memories. “Are you okay?”
“Yep.” I turned back to cutting the green peppers.
“Okay.” Dart never pushed me to tell him everything I was feeling. He would always wait for me to go to him when I was ready.
Dart finished helping me with the food, when the girls walked in. Garnet’s light brown eyes were the first thing I saw, and my heart raced. I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I really liked Garnet. The other night I wanted to kiss her. Her naturally pouty lips seemed to haunt me since the night in her kitchen.
“Hello ladies,” Dart was overly excited to see them. I’m sure that was more for Daisy, because he hadn’t seen her since Friday.
“Dash, that smells amazing.” Garnet stood by me as I finished mashing the potatoes.
I nodded. “Thanks, let’s eat.” I scraped the contents into the bowl and walked over to the table. The smell of cherries and honey filled me again, and I felt myself growing hard, so I quickly sat down.
The conversation was light between the four of us. My eyes wandered to Garnet more than they should. Her hair seemed redder than the last time I’d seen her. She had on another one of her tight tank tops. This one had a picture of one of those Walking Dead characters on it.
As always, we cleaned up together, but I was having trouble concentrating on the dishes because Garnet was so close to me.
Maybe Dart was right; I should ask her out. I haven’t really dated anyone.