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by
Danielle
(Daniella1224@aol.com)
Fran sighed as she watched Grace head out the front door. It seemed as though everyone had plans that night- everyone except for Fran. Maggie had a date, Brighton was going to the mall in Jersey to 'shop for school clothes' (aka pick up girls), Grace had a play date, Niles had a Butlers' Association meeting, and Maxwell was planning on being at the theater all night preparing for the new show.
"Oh well," thought Fran. "I've been waiting for some alone time. I'll just rent a movie or two, buy a carton of Ben and Jerry's and relax." Fran smiled at the thought of a quiet household, but frowned when she realized she couldn't share it with Maxwell. Not that he thought of her as anything more than the children's nanny, but maybe a night alone was what they needed.
"Some day maybe," thought Fran with a frustrated sigh, "some day." Just as Fran was sitting down to watch the first of the three movies she had rented, 'The Bodyguard,' she heard the door open and close from behind her seat on the couch. Fran turned around, and much to her surprise and delight, she saw a very exhausted Mr. Sheffield hanging his coat in the closet.
"Mr. Sheffield?" asked Fran. "What are you doing home so soon? I thought you were going to be at the theater until late tonight."
"That was the plan, but I was feeling a bit tired this evening, so I asked C.C. to finish up for me. The play is coming along splendidly, and soon it will be opening night. You will accompany me, won't you?" asked Mr. Sheffield with a hint of worry in his voice. The man at the deli had been flirting with Fran a lot lately, and while it flattered Fran, it infuriated Maxwell.
"Oy, I wouldn't miss it for the world Mr. Sheffield!" answered Fran with her usual enthusiasm. What Maxwell didn't know was that Fran was not excited at the thought of sitting through another three act show, but at the thought of sitting through it next to him. "I even bought a new outfit for the occasion!" seeing Mr. Sheffield's pained expression when she mentioned a 'new outfit', Fran quickly changed the subject.
"So Mr. Sheffield, would ya care to join me? I was just gonna sit down and watch 'The Bodyguard' when ya walked in. I'll tell ya, that Whitney Houston is somethin' else. I mean, who-ah, what a voice!" Maxwell took one look at Fran's shining eyes, and smiled warmly.
"I'd love to join you Miss Fine," said Maxwell, settling himself on the couch beside her after grabbing a spare spoon from the kitchen. The two of them settled down as the movie began, and by the time Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner were dancing in the club, Maxwell had his right arm around Fran's shoulders, the other hand tightly entwined with hers. Maxwell looked down at Fran's face with love, but quickly looked away when she turned her head up towards his face, the exact same expression in her eyes as was in his. Maxwell wiped away Fran's tears at the end of the movie, and gave her a light kiss on the lips, to which she responded with eagerness. After several seconds, Maxwell pulled away, clearly uncomfortable.
"Uh, um, Miss Fine, I uh, had a wonderful evening. Um, well, uh-huh, goodnight then see you in the morning." Mr. Sheffield stumbled to get his words out, and silently cursed himself when he saw the pain in Fran's eyes. He didn't mean to hurt her, but who knew what would have happened if the kiss had gone on much longer? Maxwell quickly turned and went up the staircase towards his room, to escape not only the heat of the moment, but also the unbearable look of hurt in Fran's eyes.
"Surprise, surprise," Fran mumbled to herself. "Just when things start to look up. Oh well, at least I know he still cares, right? And who knows? There's always tomorrow." With that, Fran gave the sigh that Mr. Sheffield's advances and retreats had now made common, turned off the TV, and headed up the stairs towards her room.
The End
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