One in the Same

Ch 4: Danielle

It had been two weeks since I had met Jakes' neighbor, Blake. All those stories that Jake would come up with, somehow made more sense when the man was right in front of me. Jake had mentioned that his neighbor was good looking, but I didn't think he was going to be that good looking. I had seen him all two other times I visited Jake. But ever since the first meet, he was different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was off about him.

    There was a moment I took the chance to say hello, a woman who I assumed was his girlfriend, walked through the parking lot entry. She was a brunette and her hair was pin straight. She wore scrubs and tennis shoes, as she scurried after Blake to their car. And holy shit did she look pissed. And then his demeanor was all about her. Which as it should be. It wasn't my business, and even though I wanted to be nosey; I kept my head low and took off inside to Jake's apartment.

    Medium brown hair, even darker eyes to match. He was tall, lean, looked fit, but could also have another plate here and there. The dimples he had on his cheeks when he would smirk or smile -- and don't even get me started on the panty dropping smile he had. Perfect teeth, and white as could be. But as much as it was nice to meet someone that beautiful. He was taken, and that was another unfortunate event I didn't want to get involved in.

    "I think I'm in love..." Jake sighed, tossing his bag in his locker. My head snapped to his after adjusting my eyeliner.

    "You got in touch with Michael Gray Gubbler? When's the wedding?" I snorted, a smirk spread on my face. Jake scolded me and flipped the bird.

    "Bitch." He sneered.

    "You love me anyway." I winked. "Now who are we in love with?"

    Sighing dramatically, this man dropped to the bench and a blush creed on his cheeks.

    "My neighbor, Blake." Now it was my turn to dramatically sigh, and Jake swatted my thigh.

    "Again? What did he do this time? Take out the trash? Break down a box? Save a kitten stuck in a tree?" I snorted at the last one. Jake waved me off.

    "Bitch." Jake hissed. "Anyway, dark green sure as hell is his color. I caught him with his shirt half buttoned, and his tie was all over the place, the sleeves were rolled up, his hair was tossed around from rushing and..." Jake shivered, "Girl, if only you lived near me. The sight was to die for. Your pussy would have been purring so loud he would probably hear her cat calling."

    "Oh my god, Jake shit the fuck up." I laughed.

    Rolling my eyes I smiled adjusting my shoe laces. Not making contact, but damn right picturing his face in my head right now. The smile he gave when we shook hands. The slight curiosity on his face when we had the conversation in the hall.

    Douse me with pills and send me off to the psych ward, cause I am fucking delusional over a guy I barely know.

    "Hello?" Jake's voice rang out, his hand waving in front of my face. "Are you in there or should I leave a message?"

    Shaking my head, I swatted his hand away from my face.

    "We need to get to work. " I groaned, changing the subject. Jake snorted.

    "Sure, go ahead and finish your delulu dream about my neighbor that I said I had dibs on."

    This time I spinned on my heel and smacked his upper arm with my notepad, making him squeal.

    "Yeah, and he's taken. Just like you said...And it only means I can look and not touch. Now move bitch, a girls gotta make a bag." I huffed, shoving my way out of the locker room, and woking my ass off to death that night.