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nodded. “And he made you laugh…so I guess I’ll let him slide.”
“Thanks for letting me hang out, Danielle,” Boston said. Vance’s amusing antics had lightened her heart and mind a bit—but she still felt guilty for being such a parasite on Danielle’s time and space.
“Don’t start that, Bost!” Danielle said, smiling. “You’re going to live here in a month. You might as well start spending the bulk of your free time here now…just to make sure you’re gonna like the apartment and everything.”
“Yeah,” Boston teased. “I might not like living in a nice apartment with a nice roommate.”
Danielle smiled. “Hey! Wanna watch a movie? I figure it’ll be couple of hours before you can go back, right? We never got to watch one last night.”
“Okay,” Boston giggled. She and Danielle loved watching movies late at night, especially romantic comedies or scary old black-and-whites. “What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Let’s make popcorn and then decide.” Danielle paused and looked at Boston with an almost timid expression. “Will it be okay with you if Vance watches it with us?”
Boston smiled. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Danielle shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought you might not want him around.”
“Danielle,” Boston began, “what woman in her right mind wouldn’t want Mr. I’m-so-ripped-I-need-a-Band-Aid around?”
“Come on then,” Danielle said. She hopped up off the couch and headed for the kitchen. “Let’s get the popcorn going, and then Vance can help us decide what movie to watch.”
Half an hour later, Boston found herself sitting on the sofa between Danielle and a freshly showered Vance, sharing a bowl of popcorn, and laughing at John Candy as he tried to flip a giant pancake with a snow shovel.
The movie was great— Uncle Buck was one of her favorite silly comedies. The company was even better! Boston was amazed at how comfortable she felt. Again she was reminded that she’d never felt like she could relax in her own apartment—not since the day she and Stephanie decided to share one. Even with Vance sitting next to her—the solid muscles of his forearm bumping her now and again as he plunged his hand into the bowl of popcorn sitting on her lap—she felt more at home. Certainly Vance’s presence spun the dynamic a little differently than had it just been her and Danielle there. Boston found she was constantly aware of him; warmth radiated from his muscular body. He smelled like Old Spice bodywash, mint toothpaste, and popcorn. He was quite the dominating presence—distracting—in a delightful, thrill-inducing kind of way. He chuckled at something John Candy said, and Boston smiled. It seemed Vance only added to her sense of comfort and welcome in Danielle’s apartment.
“Pause!” Danielle exclaimed suddenly. “I have to go to the bathroom!” Danielle fumbled with the remote, pausing the movie and fairly leaping off the sofa.
Boston smiled, and Vance shook his head. “She can never make it through a whole movie,” he said. “She never could.”
“I know,” Boston giggled. She loved that about Danielle—how she could go hours and hours and hours without having to go to the bathroom, until someone put on a movie.
“So…Boston,” Vance began.
Boston looked over to him. He was lounging back on the sofa, looking dangerously handsome and entirely comfortable.
“Yes?” she asked.
“You’re kind of like that little goldfish, I guess, huh?” he asked.
Boston giggled and frowned at the same time, perplexed.
“What little goldfish?” she asked.
“That little goldfish. There he was, swimming along, just enjoying life…then bam! He swims right into a solid wall of cement,” Vance said. “And do you know what that little goldfish said as he swam into the solid wall of cement?”
“No…” Boston admitted.
“Dam!” Vance said.
Boston laughed out loud, caught her breath, and asked, “And why am I like that
“Thanks for letting me hang out, Danielle,” Boston said. Vance’s amusing antics had lightened her heart and mind a bit—but she still felt guilty for being such a parasite on Danielle’s time and space.
“Don’t start that, Bost!” Danielle said, smiling. “You’re going to live here in a month. You might as well start spending the bulk of your free time here now…just to make sure you’re gonna like the apartment and everything.”
“Yeah,” Boston teased. “I might not like living in a nice apartment with a nice roommate.”
Danielle smiled. “Hey! Wanna watch a movie? I figure it’ll be couple of hours before you can go back, right? We never got to watch one last night.”
“Okay,” Boston giggled. She and Danielle loved watching movies late at night, especially romantic comedies or scary old black-and-whites. “What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Let’s make popcorn and then decide.” Danielle paused and looked at Boston with an almost timid expression. “Will it be okay with you if Vance watches it with us?”
Boston smiled. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Danielle shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought you might not want him around.”
“Danielle,” Boston began, “what woman in her right mind wouldn’t want Mr. I’m-so-ripped-I-need-a-Band-Aid around?”
“Come on then,” Danielle said. She hopped up off the couch and headed for the kitchen. “Let’s get the popcorn going, and then Vance can help us decide what movie to watch.”
Half an hour later, Boston found herself sitting on the sofa between Danielle and a freshly showered Vance, sharing a bowl of popcorn, and laughing at John Candy as he tried to flip a giant pancake with a snow shovel.
The movie was great— Uncle Buck was one of her favorite silly comedies. The company was even better! Boston was amazed at how comfortable she felt. Again she was reminded that she’d never felt like she could relax in her own apartment—not since the day she and Stephanie decided to share one. Even with Vance sitting next to her—the solid muscles of his forearm bumping her now and again as he plunged his hand into the bowl of popcorn sitting on her lap—she felt more at home. Certainly Vance’s presence spun the dynamic a little differently than had it just been her and Danielle there. Boston found she was constantly aware of him; warmth radiated from his muscular body. He smelled like Old Spice bodywash, mint toothpaste, and popcorn. He was quite the dominating presence—distracting—in a delightful, thrill-inducing kind of way. He chuckled at something John Candy said, and Boston smiled. It seemed Vance only added to her sense of comfort and welcome in Danielle’s apartment.
“Pause!” Danielle exclaimed suddenly. “I have to go to the bathroom!” Danielle fumbled with the remote, pausing the movie and fairly leaping off the sofa.
Boston smiled, and Vance shook his head. “She can never make it through a whole movie,” he said. “She never could.”
“I know,” Boston giggled. She loved that about Danielle—how she could go hours and hours and hours without having to go to the bathroom, until someone put on a movie.
“So…Boston,” Vance began.
Boston looked over to him. He was lounging back on the sofa, looking dangerously handsome and entirely comfortable.
“Yes?” she asked.
“You’re kind of like that little goldfish, I guess, huh?” he asked.
Boston giggled and frowned at the same time, perplexed.
“What little goldfish?” she asked.
“That little goldfish. There he was, swimming along, just enjoying life…then bam! He swims right into a solid wall of cement,” Vance said. “And do you know what that little goldfish said as he swam into the solid wall of cement?”
“No…” Boston admitted.
“Dam!” Vance said.
Boston laughed out loud, caught her breath, and asked, “And why am I like that
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