BLAKELYNN
Shit faced in a bar. That was how I was spending my night. Alone and shit faced in a bar.
I couldn't believe that I spilled my guts to Dansby. I told him how I felt and our friendship was ruined.
I sighed as I downed another shot, slamming it on the table.
"Should I call Dansby?" The bartender asked. We were pretty close. We have been since my college days.
"No! I'll uber," I said quickly before he could dial.
"I'm not letting you get into an uber while you're drunk and alone. Just sight tight for a bit, Blakelynn."
I laid my head down on the bar for a few minutes.
"You're kidding, Blake."
I groaned as I lifted my head.
"I said not to call Dansby," I said while looking at the bartender.
"Sorry," he said with a shrug.
"Just come on, Blakelynn," Dansby said, clearly frustrated.
"No. Go home. I'll uber to somewhere else."
"Jesus Christ, Blakelynn, get in the damn car," he said.
I grumbled before standing up, only to stumble back into my chair.
"Of course," Dansby said as he helped me up and into the car.
"I don't want to go back to the apartment, Dansby," I said.
"Sounds like you shouldn't have got drunk because maybe then you could drive to where ever else."
"Can you lose your attitude?"
"No, Blakelynn, I can't. You make everything so damn difficult."
"Sorry that I am such an inconvenience to you, Dansby."
"That's not what I was saying, but if the shoe fits," he growled.
"Then what were you saying?"
"I'm saying that you make every choice I make so difficult. You make everything I do so difficult because you are constantly invading my thoughts. You are like a virus that has taken over my whole body. No matter how hard I try I can't seem to shake the thought of you. You're in my head all of time. I've tried everything to rid my thoughts of you, but nothing works. Hell, I even got a girlfriend to get my mind off of you, Blakelynn, and still, you are in my head. I don't know what you are doing to me, but I was trying to make it stop because I thought that you would never think of me that way. I thought that you would only see me as a friend, and now when I have a very, very nice girlfriend, you say that you have feelings for me. I was just starting to get everything figured out with Taylor. I was just starting to see myself with someone who wasn't you, and you ruined it with that confession. What am I supposed to do? Taylor doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve me thinking of another girl. She doesn't deserve me breaking it off with her because I like you. She doesn't deserve any of it, so tell me what am I supposed to do, Blakelynn."
"I don't know, Dansby," she says, her voice sad. "I'm sorry that I complicate your life," she said as she got out of the car and walked away from me, yet again.
"Get your ass back in here, Blake," he yelled, jumping up and getting out of the car as I ignored him. "Blakelynn!" he yelled again, continuing to chase me down.
As soon as he caught up he grabbed my arm and spun me around.
"Let go of me, Dansby," I seethed.
He grabbed my legs as he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.
"Blakelynn, stop kicking me."
He laughed as I struggled against his grasp.
"Let. Me. Go." I said between kicks. "It's not funny, Dansby."
I let out a scream as it suddenly began pouring, making him laugh harder.
Gradually, my screaming and yelling turned into laughter too. I was laughing so hard as I threw her head back. I would never get that sweet sound of Dansby laughing out of my head either.
"Why are we even arguing?" he asked through my laughs.
"Because I love you," I said, following it up by laughing hysterically.
He was shocked. His entire body froze. "You love me?" he asked, setting her down.
My laughter stopped, as I realized what I had said. "Yeah," I said, just above a whisper, "I guess I do."
