Something About You – Part 5 by ShellyLynn

Republisher’s Note: Things turn a little happier today. We have a couple more bumps in the road coming though. It is a Manny story.
Author’s Note: Wow! My ideas are flowing today.

Something About You – Part 5 by ShellyLynn

“Come on, Mikey. I told Michelle we’d be at the park right after class. What’s taking you so long?” Danny asks to the bathroom door. Five-year-old boys were not supposed to spend twenty minutes in the bathroom getting ready.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he hears and he groans emphatically, leaning up against the wall. He wasn’t sure how he did it, but he managed to make it through all of his classes this morning. He looked at his watch every five minutes; anxious for it to be three o’clock so he could see Michelle again. She said she’d see him, or rather that she might see him, but he was sure she’d come. He was counting on it and definitely looking forward to it. For the first time in years, he actually felt his age. He was an just an average guy who liked an average girl. I wouldn’t exactly classify her as average the voice in his head tells him. Okay, so she’s above average he thinks as her visage swims through his head yet again. Far above average.“Mikey,” Danny says once more, exasperated by the little boy’s antics. He opens the door and walks out, causing Danny to put his hand over his mouth to stop from choking. Mikey had used his cologne and judging by the smell, had used the whole bottle. His curly hair was slicked back with Danny’s gel, but a few stray curls were still popping free.”What did you do?” Danny asks, finally finding his voice.”I fixed up for Ichelle. I want to look nice,” he says indignantly.

So that’s it. Apparently, I’m not the only Santos who has a thing for the lovely Miss Bauer.

“Well, we better get going or we won’t get to see her,” he reasons as he grabs his jacket and bag, walking to the door with Mikey following close behind.

“I don’t want her to think we stood her up,” Mikey says maturely.

Danny looks back at him, taking his hand as they exit the apartment building, wondering when Mikey went from five to fifteen.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

They arrive at the park ten minutes later and Danny opens up his bag, extracting two baseball gloves and a ball. Danny takes off his jacket and lays it on the ground beside his bag while Mikey takes his glove and runs a few yards away. Danny throws him the ball and they begin to play catch. After about an hour, Danny decides Michelle isnt coming and that they should probably get home.

“He’s got a pretty good arm for a kindergartner,” a voice says. Danny turns to see the lovely source and the ball hits him right in the face.

“Damn it,” he says as he reaches up and feels blood.

“Oh my God,” Michelle says running to his side. “Are you okay?”

“I sorry,” Mikey says, running over to try and help, his eyes filling with tears.

“It’s not your fault,” Danny says embarrassed, sitting on the ground and taking a handkerchief out of his bag to dab up the blood.

“Let me look at that,” she says as she kneels down in front of him.

“That’s okay,” he says, trying to find some way to get out of this awkward situation.

“Please Danny. I’m Pre-med. I know what I’m doing,” she pleads, her hand moving to rest on the side of his face.

“All right,” he concedes, turning to face her. “How’s it look?” he asks as she leans in close to examine it.

“Well, you won’t need to dress up for Halloween,” she laughs.


“You can go as a boxer,” she laughs even harder.

“Thanks,” he says, not moved by her humor.

“Come on, Danny. You have to admit that a guy like you getting a black eye from a five-year old is pretty funny,” she says, trying to control her giggles.

“Okay, maybe a little,” he concedes, smiling for the first time.

“Are you okay?” Mikey asks from behind Michelle.

Danny looks up at the little boy. His eyes are red and his face is wet and puffy from crying. “Come here buddy,” Danny says, patting his lap for the boy to come sit down. “Uncle Danny is fine. It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

Michelle looks at them with adoring eyes. How could one man be such a dichotomy? One moment he is being gentle and caring, the next angry and infuriating. The weird thing was, she couldn’t decide which part attracted her more.

“Really?” Mikey asks skeptically.

“Really,” Michelle answers, taking a good look at the cute little boy. She looks up at Danny with questioning eyes, not sure what to make of the strong cologne and hair goo.

“I’ll explain later,” he says over Mikey’s head.

“Stay here,” she says with a smile. “I’ll be right back.”

She returns a few minutes later with a small first aid kit and sits down. “Okay, this might burn,” she says as she takes out the antiseptic to put on the cut presiding over Danny’s left eye.

“Oww, what the hell was that?” Danny says harshly, pulling her hand away from his face.

“It was peroxide, Danny,” she laughs. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“Danny’s a baby, Danny’s a baby,” Mikey sings happily, his somber mood long gone.

“No,” Danny says indignantly, “I just wasn’t ready for it. That’s all.”

Michelle smiles knowingly and puts the bottle away. “All done,” she says, “but you should probably put some ice on it to keep down the swelling.”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, “I’ll do that as soon as I get home….Mikey has a crush on you. That’s what the deal is with the gel and cologne. He raided my bathroom so he could impress you,” he tells her, his face breaking into a huge smile.

“He does?” she says with a slight blush. “He’s a cute kid, but I think he’s a little young for me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll break it to him gently,” Danny laughs, enjoying the light moment. “I, I thought about your offer,” he says after a few minutes of silence.


“I decided you were right. It’s something that I should look into,” he says as he watches Mikey run in circles a few feet away on the lawn.

“That’s great,” she says happily. “There’s a party tomorrow night for all my dad’s business associates. You should come. It would give you the perfect opportunity to meet the people you’d be working with and get yourself a head-start in the interview department.”

“A party?” he asks reluctantly. “I don’t know.”

“Come on. I have to go and I’d love to have someone there to keep me sane,” she asks. “Don’t make me beg,” she laughs.

“So I’d be your date?” he asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“You’d be my escort. I can’t show up alone, I wouldn’t hear the end of it, and I’d love to have a friend to keep me company,” she says.

He sighs, hiding his disappointment. Looking up into her big brown eyes, he knows he can’t refuse her. “Okay, I’ll go, but only if I can find a sitter at this late notice.”

“I know the perfect person,” she says excitedly.

“Then I guess I’ll be your date, I mean escort,” he says.

“Great. I have to be going, but I’ll call you later with the details. Thanks a bunch. You’re a life saver,” she says, kissing him on the cheek and then walking over and doing the same for Mikey before walking off across the courtyard.

“Why did you do that?” he asks himself. “You’re only going to make a fool of yourself.”

He knew that answer to that though, it was her. Despite his best intentions, he was falling for the little blonde, and falling hard.

You’re only friends, he reminds himself as he stands and gathers their things. She’s out of your league. It could never happen.

His head knew that to be the truth, but his heart wasn’t ready to give up hope just yet.




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