Dansby
"James Dansby Swanson, get your ass out of bed and clean this shit up!"
I sat up groggily as I rubbed my eyes.
"Must you be so loud, Blakelynn? I have a killer headache."
"Oh, I bet you do with that absolutely outrageous party you threw, but now, our apartment is a mess."
"Anything else?" I knew she had something else to say. I could tell by the look on her face.
"Yes. Could you please tell the girls that you sleep with every night to not raid my pantry. It's annoying and the food isn't theirs."
"I don't sleep with girls every night."
She looked at me like I was stupid before walking out and saying, "I mean it. Clean this shit up."
I met Blakelynn when I was 21 at a bar in Alabama. We went back to a hotel and talked all night before deciding to check out and head to Atlanta again. After that, we hung out as much as we could with baseball season.
Everyone thought we were dating, and for a while there, I wanted to, but I knew it would compromise our friendship because really, she's the best friend I have ever had.
My mother loves her. She even considers her another daughter. We decided to buy an apartment together because we were already with each other everyday and it just seemed right.
Our friendship is strictly platonic. Nothing ever has happened, and nothing will happen in the future. I mean, don't get me wrong, Blakelynn is beautiful, but we just don't think of each other like that.
I decided to get up and start cleaning.
"Blakeyyyyyyy," I said in a sing-song voice.
"What?"
"Aren't you just looking pretty today."
"What do you want, Dans?"
"Help me please?" I knew she couldn't say no, she never could.
"Fine, but you owe me and don't forget, your parents are coming over for dinner tonight."
"Are you cooking? Please tell me you're cooking."
"I am and it's your favorite."
"Chicken Spaghetti?"
"Yes.
That's another thing about Blakelynn. She is an amazing cook. I have never seen anyone as skilled in the kitchen as her.
"God, I love you."
"As you should." She said with a playful glint in her eyes. Her eyes were naturally sparkly. They were a beautiful green color with specs of yellow here and there.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?"
"Dansby, we don't have time for your flirting today."
"Platonic flirting." I told her. That's what we always called it. Platonic flirting. She does it too, in fact, she started it. She's naturally flirtatious. Anytime she has a conversation with anyone, she can't help but do it. It's just her personality.
"Yeah. Whatever. Just start in the living room and I'll start in the kitchen. We should be done in a couple hours."
"Yes ma'am."
*******
"Dansby, answer the door. You're parents are here."
"Got it." I said before opening the door to greet my parents.
"Hey momma." I said as I hugged her.
"Dansby, you just get more and more handsome every time I see you." She pinched my cheeks as she talked.
"Have you made that girl your girlfriend yet?" My dad asked this every time he came over.
"No sir and I don't plan on it. We're just friends."
"Just friends my rear end," He mumbled before we walked to the kitchen.
"How is everything going here, Blakelynn?" My mother asked her.
"As good as it can when your living with Dansby. He's a handful to say the least," she said with a giggle. Her laugh is adorable.
"I am not a handful." I crossed my arms over my chest and pretended to be mad.
"Awe. Is Dansby mad that he got called out?" She knew I wasn't.
"Yes he is," I said as I broke out in a grin.
"Y'all are just the cutest." Blakelynn whipped her head around and looked at my mother with wide eyes.
"Yeah. The cutest besties."
