“Oh my god Alice, what on earth are you wearing and more to the point, what the hell are you doing?” Dana half giggled as she watched the display before her eyes. Alice was waving her arms around frantically, wiggling her hips, dressed in hot pants and vest top that looked like they literally had a few cans of paint threw on them.

“I’m……dancer….cising……its the …….new craze……hey what……what do……you mean……what am I wearing?”

“Alice your wearing more colours than the rainbow, I’m going to go blind trying to focus on one colour.”

“Oh ssshhhhh…….just enjoy.”

“Whatever, Al.”

No matter how she protested, Dana had to admit the sight of Alice dancing, however erratically was very hot. She watched her hips move, her head tilt back exposing a beautiful and very kissable neck and damn it she was not supposed to be thinking stuff like this. Alice was her best friend of 6 years, but lately, like a bolt out of the blue, she’d started to feel more towards Alice, and it was scary. She could never tell Alice what she was feeling, what if she wanted nothing more to do with her, or teased her, or could it be the thought of Alice returning those feelings that scared her the most. Whatever the case she was never going to find out, no that resolution she made when she first started having these feelings. It was just how it had to be.

“Heeelllloooo, earth to Dana, is anyone there.” Alice drolled, while making the action of knocking on Danas forehead.

“Humm, what, oh sorry must have drifted of in an attempt to drown out those hideous colours and save my brain turning to mush”.

“Ok, whatever loser. You know if your going to have a fantasy about me, at least be upfront about it, instead of trying to deny it”.

“I was not having a fantasy about you, your so full of yourself Al, I mean why would you think I was having a fantasy about you, not that I was even fantasising”.

“Ok Dana, jeessee chill out I was only kidding, but you do know what they say about those who protest to much”. If only that were true in this case Alice thought. What was it about her goofy best friend that made her go weak at the knees, her heart to race and her body to tingle at just the thought of the sexy tennis player. I mean its not like Dana is remotely like the type of woman she goes for, in fact she couldn’t be further from it. Maybe it was that exact reason this sudden attraction had developed, was she only just realising her usual type, was in fact the wrong type. Oh well, it didn’t matter really, Dana would never want to be more than friends with her, she was always destined to be the best friend and that would have to do.