The next day he woke up and decided he would mow the lawn, just so his dad wouldn't give him shit when they got home. The day was hot and sunny, and the lawn was pretty big, so by the time he was finished, he was shirtless, tan, and sweaty as hell. Putting the mower back in the garage, he hadn't noticed there was someone in the doorway until he heard her voice.
"Thanks for waking me, jerk."
Looking up, he saw Danielle, the girl who lived next door to him. Slightly older than Dan, but in the same grade, she had medium height, with short blond hair and slightly chubby features, she was very cute, but very annoying. She was wearing a pair of red cotton gym shorts and a rather small wife beater, underneath which he could see an aqua colored bikini top. He assumed that under those shorts were the other half. Around her neck was a necklace of large black beads, fairly tight around the throat. She was, for all intents and purposes, looking very good.
She was also Casey's best friend, having gone to school together all their lives and having birthdays only two days apart, something Dan was very much so aware.
"You're welcome," he said, flashing her a big smile. She smiled back sarcastically, flipping him the bird. Standing up from the lawn mower he had been crouched over, he was now before her in his physical glory, with a well defined chest, muscled arms, and firm six pack glistening with sweat. She bit her lower lip speculatively.
"Something I can help you with, Dani?" he asked.
"First, you can stop calling me 'Dani'. It's bad enough our names are so close, you don't need to completely blur the line."
"Whatever. Dani."
"Ass. Second, though, I thought you could use a cold drink. We have some beers left over from the party last week, and I was wondering if you'd want one."
"Sounds good to me," he said. "Lead on, MacDuff."
"What?"
"Never mind. Let's go." Closing the garage door, he followed Danielle towards her own garage, which happened to be two stories. On the second floor her father had built her a sort of hang out room, complete with sofa, t.v., radio, pool table, refrigerator and bar (although the bar wasn't supposed to have alcohol. Oh well). Walking behind her, he could appreciate the way the cotton shorts conformed to her ass, providing clear definition of each cheek. He didn't know how girls did it, but the way they walked could make the most impotent of men at least notice. And Dan was far from impotent.
When the got up to the second floor, Dan could appreciate the air conditioning as much as the cold beer Danielle placed in his hand. Nodding in appreciation, he sat down on the couch and took a deep pull from the glass bottle. Danielle sat down next to him, sipping on hers.
"Thanks."
"No problem." She smiled a little bit, taking in the good looking senior.
"What?" he asked, noticing her smile.
"Nothing." She smiled a little more.
"What?" he insisted.
