One in the Same

Ch. 13: Blake/Danielle

It had been a week since Danielle called me and asked me to come over after she got home. And I couldn't be happier for her calling me. Cole was on some tangent about some prices of clothing he was being fitted for his best friend's wedding. It wasn't like he had other business clothes that he could wear. We were accountants, we always wore suits.

"Why do you need my help? You're so full of yourself - like right now; not paying attention to me and worrying about your baby hairs - you are so full of yourself. What good is it going to do to ask me for help?"

My eyes diverted to my text conversation with Danielle. She was getting around for work, and flirtatiously sexting me at the same time. But somehow her mood changed within a matter of minutes. Flirting one second, and then the next it was like we weren't being cute at all.

My attention gravitated to a text that came through. Although, something about the message that came through rubbed a nerve the wrong way, causing my heart rate to spike a few beats.

Danielle: Have a good day yourself. Talk soon. Miss you endlessly. Xo

My brow furrowed reading her message over and over. Her shift started ten minutes ago, and by the norm, she would text more often than not within the first hour. Ever since I had gone over to her house the other day, she had seemed more reserved than usual. My ability to read people and the rooms they are in never fails me. Neither did my gut instincts.

Me: Is everything alright? I get a sense there's something going on. Want me to stop by later tonight, and we can talk? I miss you, Sweet Pea.

My heart dropped reading the next thing: Read: 9:46PM

I started to type out another message when my brother strolled thorough computer in hand.

"Because Blake, one of us here is single and I need to look my very best in order to snag a kitten on my way home." Cole huffed searching his laptop, eyebrows stitched together.

"By kitten you mean a woman with a kitten or... an actual kitten?" I smirked. Cole flipped me off, chucking a throw pillow at me. "Ooooh, this kitty has claws. Someones mad."

Grumbling under his breath, Cole stood and took off to this room.

"This is why I should have been an only child. You are no help at all."

"Older siblings are designed to be the ones who are the wisest-"

"Wisest?" Cole barked. "More like ravenous and being a pain in my ass all the time!"

"And talking to a wall would be more suffice than talking to a human being? Should I call the psych ward now, or later?" I snorted.

"No, call the adoption agency, they forgot to pick you up when mom didn't want you at the hospital."

"All good. Let me give the acting agency while we are at it. Apparently they lost their main character from Supernatural to the accounting department." I grinned.

"Fuck. You. Harrington." Standing, Cole shook his head. "I'm out of here." His retreating steps only made me laugh harder.

"Didn't you miss living with me?" I called. The only response that was given, the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut.

I'm such a good big brother.

Grinning, I tossed my phone, stretching my arms above my head. Popping and cracking joints. It was a Saturday, and they were really meant for being lazy. Father somehow acknowledged I was going through a tough time, which even then, striked me as odd. Father was someone who was not interested in my or my brother's feelings. Well, I shouldn't say isn't interested, more or less as if he has a hard time discussing feelings or emotions of the sort.