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Casey
(SingC25@aol.com)
One Day, Fran was walking around the Sheffield mansion randomly picking up things she saw were her's. "Oy. What are the odds of this? I wind up working here as a nanny, and falling in love with my boss, who tells me he loves me but the takes it back..." She thought to herself with one evebrow raised. "I've lived here for 4 years already! When is he gonna pop the question?!" She couldn't help it. These thoughts ran through her head daily. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't think about her relatonship with Max. She was so terribly in love with him, and so hurt that he would take such powerful words back.
After she picked up a jacket from a chair in the dining room, she noticed that a drawer in the buffet was slightly open. Naturally, she went over to close it, until she noticed a small black book inside of it. "Hmmm...what is this?" She thought as she fingered through the pages of the dainty black leather book. "Oh my God!" She noticed each page had the same heading. 'Dear Diary'. "Oh, it must be Maggie's or Gracies. Who else in this house would keep a diary?" she said with a nod as she stuffed it into her shirt for safe keeping.
Later, she sat on her bed with a pile of clothes next to her. She closed her door, and gently pulled the book from beneath her opillows. She had put it there earlier so no one would find it. Her question from earlier was answered. There was another person in the house who would keep a diary. "Mr. Sheffield!?" She was puzzled now. Carefully she turned to the first page, looking up every once in a while to see if anyone was going to enter through her door. She read the pages to herself.
Dear Diary,
I read a really terrible play today. I think it was called Cats. I don't know who in the right mind would actually publish that, let alone try to sell tickets to it! What rubbish. I mean come on! Dancing Cats?
Fran laughed at this entry. She knew that he thought passing on Cats was the biggest mistake of his life. "What does he know." She smiled to herself remembering the flight home from paris. She continued to read the next page.
Dear Diary,
I haven't written in a while.I've been busy. Passing on Cats was the biggest mistake of my life!
Fran looked up and smirked but then returned her eyes to the page.He had beautiful writing, she thought. It matched him.
Well, I couldn't be more angry right now. Dumb Andrew Lloyd Webber. He published Cats, and it's been sold out for months!!!! I cannot believe how incredibly stupid I was.
she flipped the page.
Dear Diary,
I really haven't written in a long time. A lot of things have happened in my life since I wrote last. Including the death of my wife Sara. I have been too sad to write, and every time I think of her I cry. I miss her so much. So I better move on to another subject before I stain these pages with my tears. I wanted to tell you how interesting my day has been. We were trying to find a new nanny, and a beautiful woman came to the door with a resume written in lipstick.
"He thinks I'm beautiful?" Fran smiled at this thought.
Well, I hired her, but then I fired her.
"Great he has to mention that part." She raied an eyebrow, and looked back down at the page.
She let Maggie get her first kiss without punishing her! My daughter is only 14! He was practically attacking her! Well the dinner party was going great up until that part. And I have to say, Miss Fine looked ravishing! I was speechless.
"Awww! He thought I was gorgeous! Yes! I thought that dress might turn a few heads!" Fran couldn't help smiling at these compliments Max didn't quite know he was giving her.
I probably shouldn't be having these thoughts. I mean, I really miss Sara, but I think I like Miss Fine.
"He thinks he likes me?" Fran was sad that Max felt he shouldn't like her because his wife had died. She understood though. "Oy, He already thought he liked me the first night I started to work here and he still hasn't popped the question?!" Fran sighed.
I think I would've been really sad without Miss Fine bouncing around the house, so I re- hired her. Besides, the kids missed her. I missed her.
"Awww." she cooed. "And yet he still hasn't done anything about it!" There were more entries, but suddenly, Brighton barged into the room. Fran was startled and tossed the book into the air. Brighton stared at it and watched the bok plop back onto the bed. "Ooh! Someone's being bad!" Brighton taunted. "I am not!" Fran yelled. "Then why are you so jumpy?" He inquired. Fran raised her eyebrow at him angrily. "Brighton, who's in charge here? I'm the nanny, and as long as I'm living under your roof, you'll do as I say!" Brighton laughed. "Well well well.Did we steel Maggie's diary again?" He said holding up the book. "No we didn't, and give me that back you little yenta!" "If it's not her's then who's is it?" Brighton asked. Fran thought for a second. "Uh... Gracie's." She nodded in approval of her answer. "And you actually understand what she writes?" He teased. Fran actually knew he was right. Gracie was extremley smart, and to be quite honest, she probably wouldn't understand what Gracie was writing. "Hey, I went to school. I understand stuff." Fran retorted. "Yeah, you went to beauty school. You understand stuff like color coordinating your outfits, and no white shoes after labor day." He was being a smart alec, and it bugged Fran. "Just because I didn't go to real college doesn't make me stupid. And see? I teach you things. Before I started to work here would you have known to color coordinate your outfits or not wear white shoes after labor day?"Fran Brightonm knew she was right. "No, but I'm not supposed to know that stuff anyway." He tried to shake off the thought that he had said those things on his own and handed the book back. "Hey why are you in here anyway?" Fran asked. "Because." Brighton looked down at his feet. Fran looked down and realized that she was only wearing a skirt and her bra. She quickly threw the covers around her. "BRIGHTON GET OUT!!!" she screamed. He exited. "Oy. What a perv." She gazed at the book that lay in front of her. She put it back underneath her pillow and put her night gown on to avoid anymore surprise free shows.
She sat back down on her bed and pulled the diary out. She turned to the page she had been on before she was so rudley interrupted. She glanced at the page.
Dear Diary,
What have I gotten myself into? I proposed to Miss Fine all to spite my mother, and when I broke the news to her, she handed me a bag and told me to return it because it was what she was planning to wear on our honey moon. DUMB mistake. All it was was lipgloss!
Fran's jaw dropped. He really had been bummed when she told him "Suffer!" She giggled at this entry and moved on to thwe next.
Dear Diary,
Well, I have really done it this time.
"Oh no you haven't." Fran laughed to herself. "You haven't done anything. That's the problem."
Miss Fine and I accidentally wound up in Paris together, and we hit turbulence. I told her I loved her, I didn't mean to hurt her! I'm just not readyto commit, but I really do love her!
"HE LOVES ME!!!!!" She shouted. Then, she realized how loud she'd just screamed, and had to think fast.She shoved the book under her cover,and pretended to sleep. She was completley relieved. She had been just in time because Max entered in the moment her head hit the pillow.
"Miss Fine?" He shook her lightly.
"Miss Fine?" She rolled over and looked up at him and smiled sexily. "Oh Mr. Sheffield!" He laughed. "Miss Fine, are you alright? You were screaming."
"I am now." She smiled at him. "Are you scared? Were you having a bad dream?" He held out his arms to her. "Uh....Yeah." She knew she could get away with it this time. She loved it when he held her in his arms. She leaned into him and held tight. She was warm in his strong arms. She closed her eyes sweetly as he rested his head on hers. Niles walked by and peered into the room. He smiled, flicked the lights off, and closed the dor gently.
Max and Fran were so perfect for eachother. Why couldn't they see that?"
The End
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