Dart and Dash - Mary Smith Page 0,3

of me, unsure if this was considered art or décor.

“Well, Daisy would only let me decorate the dining room, so I went a bit overboard in here.” Garnet explained.

“Hey,” Daisy whined. “I think I did a good job.”

“Oh, please,” Garnet scoffed. “It looks like the Easter Bunny had too much candy and then threw up in the living room and the bathroom.”

Dash busted out laughing, and Daisy narrowed her eyes at her sister.

“Dash come over here and help me.” I guided him over to the bed, and started to arrange it.

Garnet and Daisy started on the clothes and boxes. Surprisingly, after we found some tools, everything seemed to move smoothly. There were even a few laughs. Garnet told us where to place all her items, and soon we were done, except for a large red tote in the corner of the room.

“What’s in here?” Daisy opened it. “Oh, look,” she pulled out a trophy.

“No,” Garnet screamed. She jerked it from her hand, and slammed in back inside, sealing it shut. “This is trash.”

“It’s not,” Daisy said softly. “They’re your dancing awards. You should display them.”

Garnet remained quiet as she tossed the tote into the closet and shut the door.

None of us said anything for a moment. I could see the pain in Garnet’s eyes. I knew that look, and I glanced at Dash. He and I had carried that look when our parents died, our freshmen year in college.

Dash and I almost didn’t return to football that next season because of the heartache. It’s how I knew Garnet was processing her pain through rebellion, because Dash was still doing the same thing. Dash’s drinking and sleeping around wasn’t something he’d done in the past, but it was part of him now.

Daisy had told me that Garnet hadn’t danced since their mother died. I had seen Garnet dance a few times. Ballet, tap, hip-hop, it didn’t matter what it was, Garnet was extremely talented at all of them.

“Let’s take a break and order some pizza.” Daisy’s over joyous voice broke the silence and sadness in the room.

Dash pushed off the doorframe. I reached for Daisy’s hand and moved toward the stairs, leaving Garnet alone.

Chapter 2 – Dash

“Are you fucking serious?” I grumbled, standing in the girl’s kitchen. “This looks like something from a 1950’s movie.”

Garnet giggled behind me. “I said it was just like out of Back to the Future.”

The whole area was black and white complete with swivel stools at the breakfast bar, and a small vinyl dining table. All that was missing was an old fashion malt machine.

“I like it, and it looks just like the Pinterest pin that I copied it from.” Daisy defended.

“Well, if it was on Pinterest, then say no more.” I tossed my hands in the air, taking a seat at the bar.

“Enough, Dash,” Dart whispered a warning to me.

I clamped my mouth shut even though I wanted to continue ragging on Daisy. I knew I got under her skin, and I loved it— mainly because she was easy to rattle.

“So, Dash,” Garnet hopped on the stool next to me. “Why is that we’ve never met?” She batted her brown eyes at me.

Before I could say anything, her sister jumped in answering the question. “Because I don’t want you to get the clap, crabs, or pregnant from him.”

“Oh,” I faked gasped. “I’m hurt by that, Daisy.”

“Yeah, right.” She turned away and sat on Dart’s lap at the table.

I chuckled at her and turned back to Garnet. “In truth, I’m not sure why. In the summer, I’m busy with work and camps. I could never get to North Carolina to see Dart when he stayed with your family.”

Garnet nodded. “I understand. We never made it up here either.” Her voice was a little sad, and I knew she was thinking about her mom.

I had tried to make it to their mother’s funeral, but I was in Cleveland at a football camp. I wasn’t able to catch a flight out in time. As much as Daisy and I didn’t get along, I knew how much she had been there for Dart when our parents died in an accident, and I wanted to pay my condolences. I hated that I’d missed it.

“I need a beer.” Garnet jumped off her seat, strutting over to the fridge.

Not a bad ass, I thought staring at her swaying hips. I would totally fuck her. Even if she was Daisy’s little sister, but I really shouldn’t, because I know that it would cause