Something About You – Part 3 by ShellyLynn

Republisher’s Note: Danny is a single parent raising a darling little boy named Mickey. Michelle is a fellow college student. Can she help when he loses his scholarship.

Author’s Note: I’m glad you guys seem to like this. :)

Something About You – Part 3 by ShellyLynn

“No, I don’t have a college degree, that’s why I need this job, to pay for the rest of my schooling….Hello? Hello? Damn it!” Danny said as he slammed the phone down. He reached for the pad of paper on the table in front of him and crossed off the tenth place on the list before dialing the next number.

“Yes, my name is Danny Santos and I am inquiring about the position available in your sales department….yes I’ll hold,” he says as he twirled the phone cord around on his index finger. Every call had begun this way and every preceding call had been a dead end. The ones that offered the kind of money he needed wanted a degree and the ones he was qualified for didn’t pay enough. Maybe he wasn’t meant to go to Law school after all.”

“No, thanks for your help,” he sighed as he puts down the phone. He leaned back against the back of the couch. What he wouldn’t give for a drink right now. He ran his fingers through his hair as his mind recalls his encounter with Michelle Bauer earlier that afternoon. How could he have treated her so rudely? It wasn’t as if she had done anything to him.

He decided to find her and apologize when he got the chance. Actually, if he let himself be honest, he wanted more that to just apologize. He wanted to get to know her. It had been so long since he had even talked to such a beautiful woman and he couldn’t get this particular one off his mind.

He sighed and looked up at the clock, ten minutes to seven. He had been at this for almost three hours and hadn’t found even one opportunity that seemed promising.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts and he stood to go answer it. He couldn’t come up with anyone who would be coming to visit him. He hadn’t exactly had time to make many friends. He unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. Who he saw on the other side, was definitely a surprise, but a very welcomed one.

“Michelle? What are you doing here?” he asked in shock.

“Well, I thought we got off on the wrong foot earlier, so I wanted to set things right. Besides, my last class got canceled and I thought you might be hungry,” she says rapidly. Why was it, she wondered, that just getting within ten feet of this guy gave put her stomach in knots and her tongue seemed tied. “Besides, I couldn’t resist the possibility of seeing Mikey again.” That wasn’t a complete lie, she told herself, she did want to see the adorable little boy again, but it was the man before her that she couldn’t get off her mind. “Is that okay? I’m not being over presumptuous am I?” she asked slowly.

“No, it’s fine. Come on in,” he says, snapping back to reality as he stepped back and allowed her entrance.

“I brought Chinese,” she said nervously, “I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s great,” he responded skeptically as he took the food and placed them on a small table nearby. “We love it.”

“Where is the little guy?” she asked, looking around at the small apartment. For a single guy raising a five-year-old, it looked great. She couldn’t believe how clean it was.

“Ichelle!” she heard from behind her, turning to see Mikey running toward her excitedly. He wrapped his chubby little arms around her legs as he looked up at her innocently, “You not crying any more?”

“No,” she said as she sent Danny a confused glance. “I’m all better now,” she finished as she knelt down to his level.

“Did Uncle Danny apowize?” he asked with a hopeful smile. “He’s sorry he was a meanie.”

“He is, is he?” she grinned as she looked over his head at a blushing Danny.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about earlier,” Danny covered as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants nervously.

“How about we eat?” Michelle asked, realizing Danny wanted to change the subject.

“Yippee!” Mikey grinned as he ran over to the table with the bags of food on it. “Chinese?” he asked happily.

“Well, aren’t you a smart one?” she asked in jest as she walked over to take the food out of the container.

“Uh huh,” he said, nodding his head up and down as he shoved part of a fortune cookie into his mouth. “Uncle Danny said I can be walyer like him going to be.”

“A walyer huh?” she smiled, knowing what the little boy meant.

“Uh huh,” he replied, “That’s why he’s always reading really big books.”

“Oh,” she smiled, watching in delight as Danny squirmed with every word out of the child’s mouth.

She finished dispensing food onto the plates Danny retrieved from the kitchen and they moved to the living room to sit down. “Sorry about this,” Danny said embarrassed. “We don’t exactly have room for a dinner table.”

“It’s not a big deal,” she smiled. “It’s more relaxed this way.”

Danny nodded, relieved that she didn’t see him as some sort of bum, at least not yet.

“Ouch,” she said as she sat down. “Something just bit me.”

“Uh,” Danny groaned in frustration, “that was the couch. I forgot to warn you that some of the springs pop through.” Danny sat his plate down on one of the TV trays that he set out for them to eat on and fan his hands over his face. He wondered silently if things could get much worse.

He quickly heard the answer to that when Mikey spoke again. “Danny said you’re a wolf, or a fox or something like that,” he says unabashedly, “but I don’t think so. I think you’re really pretty.”

This time both Danny and Michelle felt their faces growing red as they refused to make eye contact with each other.

Michelle reached out and grabbed her fork, intending to concentrate on eating until her face returned to its natural shade.

“Wait!” Mikey yelled as she starts to take her first bite. He jumps a little, but then notices that Danny and Mikey have their hands joined together. “We have to pray before we eat or well get belly aches.”

“Oh,” she smiled graciously as she looked at the darling little boy. “I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me.”

“You’re welcome,” Mikey said simply. He reached out to place his tiny hand in hers and looked expectantly at both Danny and Michelle, waiting for them to join hands as well.

Timidly, they reach out and loosely join their hands, each of them feeling the sparks of electricity that seem to fly from one of them to the other.

“Thank you,” Mikey begins to pray when he’s satisfied they are ready.

The rest of dinner went fine and Danny and Michelle began to feel more comfortable, actually finding themselves in a normal conversation.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Danny said, looking at his watch. “You have school tomorrow.”

“But I don’t want to go to bed. I want to stay out here with Ichelle,” the little boy pouted as he rubbed his tired eyes.

“How about I tell you a bedtime story,” she said as she looked at Danny for his approval.

“Really?” Mikey’s face lit up as he too looked at Danny.

“It’s fine with me,” he agreed.

“Good night, Danny,” Mikey said as he walked over to the sofa and gave him a big hug.

“Night munchkin,” Danny replied as he watched Mikey lead Michelle to his room. “Why can’t things always be so simple?” he wondered.

A few minutes later, Michelle returned and sat next to Danny on the couch. “He’s a wonderful little boy. You’ve done a great job raising him,” she said with admiration.

“Thanks,” Danny replied, “but I think its time you tell me why you really stopped by.”

“Um,” she said, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt nervously.

Danny groaned inwardly at the sight of her smooth, flat stomach, but stayed firm to his question.

“Okay,” she said. “I think I might be able to help you out.”

“How do you expect to do that?” Danny asked, his temper beginning to flare. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him as some sort of pity case.

“Well,” she continued, well aware of his growing anger, she tried to choose her words carefully. Finally, she just decided to come out with it. “I found you a job.”

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