Dart and Dash - Mary Smith Page 0,1

never even met her. And three, stop being an ass. You’re going to help.” I opened my car door and headed across the street, where Daisy lived.

Daisy and I have been together since our freshman year. On Dash and my first night on campus, he forced me to go to a party with him. I spent most of the night in the corner, while Dash mingled with every girl there. I was about to leave when I heard her laugh.

The soft giggles traveled to me through the bass of the loud music, and I spun around to see her back to me. My mouth dropped at her hourglass figure and long blonde hair. I had to meet her. I wanted to run up to her, but I calmed myself, trying to play it cool. I tapped her shoulder, and when she looked at me with her golden brown eyes, I was hooked.

“Will you go out with me?” It was the first thing I ever said to her.

“Don’t you at least want to know my name?” she raised one eyebrow up at me.

“I guess I should know the name of my future wife.” I grinned at her.

“Wow,” she threw her head back and laughed. “Laying it on thick there, partner.” Her thick southern accent made me smile. When her laughter died out, there was still a smile on her face, as she looked me up and down. “I’m Daisy.” She stuck her hand out to me.

And from that moment on, we’ve been together.

I first saw Mr. Bowlings, Daisy’s father, in the driveway.

“Dart,” he smiled, and shook my hand. “How the hell are you?”

“I’m good, sir.”

“How’s the house?” he pointed across the street at our two story brick home. Actually, the house belonged to Mr. Bowlings. He was big into real estate and bought houses and apartments. He thought of them as investments and the closer they were colleges the better. At least, that was his motto.

Dash and I had been living there for three years now, and Daisy had just moved into this house. Before, she was living at her sorority house, but now that her little sister, Garnet, was an incoming freshman, they had talked their dad into purchasing this house.

“Well, Dash,” Mr. Bowlings looked over my shoulder at him. “I haven’t seen you since last year when I visited.”

“It’s been a while, sir,” he confirmed.

“What do you need help with?” I asked.

Mr. Bowlings looked in the back of the truck. “Nothing left to bring in, although, if you two could help the girls set up the furniture, that would be a big help to me. I have to get back to Charlotte for a meeting.”

“Not a problem.” I told him.

“Great.” He shut the tailgate of the truck and we headed into the house. I heard Dash mumble under his breath, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to call him out if Mr. Bowlings hadn’t heard him.

I hadn’t been in the house since it was first purchased. I’d been busy the last month at football camp, and then had films to watch with our coaching staff to ensure I was ready for the next couple games. I could tell from the smell it was freshly painted, the colors were bright. Then again, Daisy’s personality was very lively.

Walking in the front door, the living room was on the left. The walls were a light purple, with a lime green couch in the middle of the room. The entertainment stand was as yellow as an Easter Peep, and there were large pink flowers on the wall.

On the right was the dining room. It was the deepest of red that I’d ever seen. The table looked like something out of a gothic movie. The plates on the table were the purest of white. I looked at the room in confusion, because that was nothing that Daisy would have done.

“Girls,” their father hollered out. “Come down here.”

I could hear them giggling, as the raced down the stairs. Daisy was first, and my heart stopped. It happened every time I saw her. She had on a pair of denim short and a green tank top. Her blonde hair was in a high, messy ponytail.

“Dart,” she squealed, running into my arms.

I kissed the top of her head. “Hi, baby,” I smiled down at her. “Hi, Garnet.” I looked up to see the small petite girl. Garnet couldn’t be any taller than five feet five inches, unlike Daisy who was about four inches taller than her