First I want to let you all know that I do not own any of the characters used in this story (except maybe Sara Keith). They belong to Fran Drescher, Peter Marc Jacobson, and I don't know who else. Please don't sue me for using these wonderful characters. Please don't pay any attention if my english is bad, because I'm just a 15 years old Nanny fan from Holland. This is the fourth part of a five-part series.  It started in Heaven for everyone, Trouble Holiday and Wherever I go trouble keeps following me, and it's followed by Future Fantastic. Please read the other stories first, to understand who everybody is and where they stand. It may have not so many to do with the Nanny, but I felt I needed to write this story. The songs are How will I know (who you are) by Jessica, Whenever you call by Mariah Carey and Brian McKnight and Without you by Nicole. Send any comments, tips or whatever to this address: sara_van_bussel@yahoo.com Enjoy!

Personal Things

by

Sara van Bussel
(sara_van_bussel@yahoo.com)

It was a few weeks later. Brighton and Sara sat on her room. Sara was changing the CD they were listening to.

"D?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you like music so much? I mean I like it too, but to you it seems to mean much more."
"Well it does. When I'm listening to music I don't think about anything. It takes my mind of things. I can shut the whole world out. But there's another reason why I like music."

"What is it? Come on. You're not gonna leave me here in the dark are you?"

"It's kind of silly."

"I promise I won't laugh."

"Ok. When I listen to lyrics I make up scenes and stories."

"What do you mean?"

"Ok listen to this song." She put on a song. First Brighton thought it was nice. But then he listened to words.

"Yes?" Brighton thought he understood, but he wasn't sure.

"What do think about when you hear this song?"

"I don't know."

"Come on, you have to try."

"Ok, ok. A woman and a man who are breaking up."

"Ok, it's a good start. Here's what I think about. A woman and a man are in a relationship. But the woman thinks they're growing apart because the man won't let her close to him. He denies it but the woman is right. The woman loves him very much and won't let him go."

"Wow, all that from one little song?"

"Just listen to the lyrics."

"Ok, do you have another song?"

"Sure."

Brighton recognized the song. It was the poem he wrote. He knew it was a song but never thought he would hear it again.

"B. What do you think about when you hear this song?"

"Two lovers. One needs help from the other. He sings this song to let her know she can count on him. Whenever, where ever."

"Something tells me that ain't all."

"No it isn't. When you were in the hospital this song got me through it. In my mind I would sing it to you. Wait." He went through his drawers and got out a paper.

"I wrote it down the night you had your heart attack."

"Oh B. Do you mean everything that is on this paper?"

"Yes I do."

"Well I could sing the same to you."

"Thank you."

"There's another song I want you to hear. It's a something that made, and still makes me think about us."

"Wow. I think I understand why you love music."

"Yeah. You know, the songs that make me think of you are increasing."

"Yeah?"

"Like I love you by Celine Dion."
 
 

Sara was getting her coat. Brighton came down stairs.

"Hey baby, where are you going?"

"Into town."

"Wait, I'll come with you."

"You know B, I'd rather go alone."

"Sure, may I ask why?"

"I read in a brochure, that there are some Dutch shops in town. I'd like to visit them. And I am not comfortable when we speak Dutch and you are around. It feels not right, cause you can't understand it. I'm sorry."

"No that's okay. I understand."
 
 

Sara took a cab to the first store. It was a Dutch market. It all kinds of Dutch things like liquorice. She bought some typical Dutch things, and had a long conversation with the lady who ran the store. Sara told her that she'd be returning very often.

The next store was a bookstore. She bought some books by her favorite Dutch writers, and asked for some learning books. She wanted Brighton to learn Dutch. The man said that they didn't have them, but they could be ordered.

Then, tired of all the shopping she had done in between visiting the stores, she went to a Dutch cafe. She ordered some Dutch food, and met a group of Dutch people, about her age. They were from Rotterdam, and were making a world trip only they had ran out of money so they crashed in New York.

They had a long conversation, until Sara realized it was time to go home. She invited them over for drinks the next afternoon.
 
 

The group had arrived. They all sat around the kitchen table, playing cards and laughing. Brighton had entered the kitchen and was a little jealous. They all had their hands all over Sara. They seemed to have much fun without him.

"Hey babe." He went over to Sara and gave her kiss.

"Hey Brighton, I want you to meet my friends, Henk, Jan, Piet, and Dennis. Jongens, dit is mijn vriend Brighton. We were just playing a card game named pesten. I would ask you to join us, but you don't know the rules I'm sorry."

"That's ok. I have some things to do any way. Bye guys, see ya later." Brighton went back up stairs.
Sara went back to her game, having the time of her life.
 
 

She said good bye to the boys and went up stairs.

"B? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be." He said it very snappish.

"Come on."

"Just because my girl lets other men touch her, and has a good time with them, doing god knows what, that doesn't mean there's something wrong."

"Brighton. Please listen to me. You have to understand something about me, and my life. I know that it looked like they had their hands all over me, but that's just the way we are in Holland. In America you are so prudish."

"I saw them kiss you." Sara started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Do you know how we greet each other in Holland?"

"Saying hey, I imagine?"

"No. We give each other a hand and then give each other, watch this, three kisses. Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek. That's what you saw. Please understand that our worlds seem the same, but are indeed very different. I would never ever cheat on you. I love you."

"I'm sorry. But it still doesn't feel right. I love you too."

"Do you mind if I see them again?"

"No. If you don't dump me."

"Off course not silly."
 
 

It was the nineteenth of December. Brighton's birthday. The books Sara had ordered had arrived.
Everybody sat at the breakfast table singing happy birthday. Maggie gave him after-shave, Gracie gave him a computer game, and Fran and Maxwell gave him a car. It was Sara's turn to give him his present.
"I don't know if you'll like it, but I think it's perfect." He opened  the box and took out the books. He studied them.

"It are books to learn Dutch. I just thought you would like it."

"I do. I'd love to learn Dutch, if you'll teach me."

"Off course. I love you. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you. Let's take my new car for a spin." They tested the car.
 
 

It was a lesson Dutch. Sara found that it was hard being a teacher. The books were a good help. And Brighton was really trying to learn.

They practiced through excersises, and off course they talked a lot. After half a year Brighton and Sara felt that he could speak a basic word of Dutch. Sara took him to the Dutch cafe, to her Dutch friends who were still in New York. They had a great time, and Brighton felt very proud of himself, that he could follow the conversation, and participate.

"So babe, do you think I can speak enough Dutch?"

"Yeah, you can keep up with us. I'm proud of you. Dutch is almost the hardest language to learn as a foreigner."

"Thank you."

"But we are not finished."

"No?"

"No, we have to learn you some Dutch manners. Like that card game, and Dutch ways."

"Ok. I wanna keep up with you."

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