Date Submitted: 4/9/00
Title of Story: "Because There is Someone Like You Ch. 3"
Author: PiNaYrAcH1434@aol.com

"YOU!" they both call out at the same time. Ethan so shocked that when he tried to approach her, he slipped and fell headfirst to the ground. He tried to get up as soon as possible trying to cover up his pain.

Theresa ran for cover because she was half-naked. She was only wearing her underwear, which was quite revealing for her young age.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Ethan still holding his towel tightly which was about to slip at any moment.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing," Theresa replied. Pilar heard the noise and reacted to it immediately. She ran upstairs and saw the two arguing.

"Your not Ethan Crane!" yelled Theresa.

"Yes, I am."

"You said that your name was 'Andrew Winthrop.'"

Pilar interrupted, "That isn't his real name. You see Theresa, Ethan give out his fake names to strangers because, well, he might've thought that you were some kind of stalker or something else."

"I still don't understand mama."

"It means I'm Ethan Crane!" yelled Ethan.

"I REALLY don't have to take this from you, right now."

"Oh, you bet that you have to take this from me. You're at my house now, and you will show respect."

Theresa would've said something in return but it would just make things more complicated. If she would've said something, she could've lost her job at he Crane Mansion and embarrassed her mother. This means that her dream of becoming a fashion designer won't come true. "I think I should leave now," replied Theresa.

"Forgive me, Pilar for saying this, but yes, I think you should." Ethan looked at Pilar. She was like a mother to him. She thought of her as a parent rather than a housekeeper. Right after, Ethan stopped being sarcastic towards Theresa. "Theresa, you know that's not possible. Mrs. Crane asked you to accompany Ethan at the charity ball tonight and you agreed. Please. Just get along for tonight."

Theresa and Ethan's eyes were locked into each other. It felt like hours that they've been staring at one other. They were amazed by how deep they can look onto them. Finally Ethan gave in, "Okay Pilar. Just for tonight," still looking at Theresa. "Thank you Ethan. I knew I could count on you." In the mean time she looked at Theresa and asked her, "Theresa, what about you?"

"I still don't know about this mama," she said while staring at Ethan like he's the most important thing in the world to her. She felt like crying, as her stomach was being ripped apart. "Please Theresa. This would mean so much to Ivy. And maybe if you go tonight you'll meet designers there that can help you launch your fashion career."

Theresa thought about what her mother had uttered. It's true what she had said. The people there might help her get on the right track of becoming her dream as a famous designer, and she wasn't about to let Ethan Crane get in the way. "All right mama, I'll do it." She finally agreed. "Just for tonight." "Thank you Theresa. You won't regret this." Pilar left running to get the phone.

"I'm sure I will," Theresa whispered to herself.

"Theresa!" called Ethan. Theresa's heart sprung. He grabbed her arm before she could go, "This till doesn't explain the other run-in's we've had earlier."

"Oh-umm…uh…" jumbled Theresa. She tried to be calm and not embarrass her family and especially herself.

"Well, for example the car incident."

"Oh, that. Well, you see I was having a really bad day. I couldn't get my car to open or start," she gestured, " and I was unbelievably running late for my other job. It was like another BAD, BAD day. And I'm sure that you've experienced it too," she said with a sincere voice.

Ethan nodded. "Okay, but what about the time you followed me into the men's restroom?"

"Umm, temporarily insanity?" replied Theresa. Ethan gave a little chuckle by this answer. "I hope you understand and except my forgiveness. I mean I-I-I'd do anything," she stuttered, "pedicure, manicure, free dinner, breakfast, lunch, anything!"

"I except," replied Ethan.

Theresa gave in a sigh. She didn't know what to say or how to react. "I don't know what to say."

"How about 'Thank you'!"

"Thank you!"

They looked at each other the way did they did earlier, but this time it was longer. It was like looking at yourself in the mirror, but instead of seeing yourself, you see the most beautiful and elegant person in the whole wide world. "You better get ready or we'll be late," Ethan broke out.

"Oh, yea, definitely! Have you seen my things in your room Ethan?" asked Theresa.

"If your things are in a Victoria Secret bag, then yeah, I believe that they're over there, somewhere."

Theresa grabbed her things and ran to Ivy's room to change. She couldn't believe what she saw, what she heard, and the way she acted. It was like a nightmare that you're not able to wake up from. Theresa's heart was beating loud and clamorous. She just put on her dress and make up carelessly. She was thinking what would happen tonight with Ethan rather than her future as a designer.

"Theresa?" Ethan called out. He came down with his black suit looking as sharp as ever.

"Yea? I'll be down in a sec." Theresa had just finished putting on her shoes. She came down the stairs looking as bright as ever. Her blue gown drifted in the back. It had just fit perfectly well for her comely figure. Ethan's heart skipped a beat when he saw her. He felt like the wind had just been knocked out of him.

"Why, Theresa you look absolutely gorgeous!" exclaimed Pilar.

"Yea, I agree. You actually look like a woman for once," he teased.

Theresa gave a venomous look at Ethan. Once he saw this, he realized that he should back off for the night.

They arrived at the banquet an hour later. The traffic had caused them to be late, and be the center of the attention once they got there. The paparazzi were all around them once they arrived. Everyone kept asking question about Theresa. She was obviously the center of the attention for she had the most elegant dress and she attended with a Crane. Ethan explained that she was her mother's personal secretary whom is attending as him as his date. Once they heard that they grew wild and demanded answers. They all believe that she was having an affair with Ethan Crane. They thought that she was the new woman in his life.

The next morning, Whitney had visited Theresa and required giving her the gossip of yesterday's news. "Good morning, Mrs. Fitzgerald, is Theresa awake yet? She's supposed to go with me to the country club."

"Umm, I'm not sure Whitney, but I think she is. She came home quite early than I expected last night," replied Pilar.

"Oh really?" Pilar nodded, "Okay, thank you."

Theresa just got out of the shower and started to fix her hair right when Whitney came in. "So what really happened last night. I heard that you and that Ethan guy really hit it off last night."

"Oh, we hit it off all right. The guy was a jerk! Remember the guy I told you about?-That 'Andrew guy'…"

"Hmm…Yea! Why what happened?"

"Well, it just turned out that his real name is Ethan Crane. You know Ivy's son whom I was supposed to be happy to show around the town. Well, last night he insulted me in front of my own mother."

"Oh, my gosh! This is what you think for trying to be so tough." "Don't start with me. I don't even know how I can get around him for a day. We're supposed to work together. I won't be able to handle this, Whitney! We practically hate each other's guts."

"Boy, you're in a tough spot."

"Tell me about it," replied Theresa sadly.

"Oh, Theresa I'm so sorry that you had a bad time last night." She hugged Theresa comforting her, as a friend should. "That's all right now. At least I won't have to stand and listen to him jabber about all day."

Theresa got ready to help Whitney with her lessons at the country club for only a little while. She was frightful to go at first because of the event that happened last night. Everyone who attends at the country club was sure to be there last night. "I don't know what to do Whitney. I don't know how long he'll be staying here in Harmony."

"Well, don't worry about this Theresa." She pulled Theresa beside her. "See, no one's looking at you differently." "Theresa!" called out a man. Theresa turned around and was shocked. "Theresa!" he called out again.

"Yes," she replied calmly.

"Since you've been here in Harmony longer, I'm sure you know people here very well."

"Yes, that's true."

"Well, I'm looking for a tennis instructor," he takes out a paper, "Whitney Russell."

"Right here!" Whitney called out. "What is it exactly you're looking for?"

"My mother told me that I can get lessons from you. You see my fiancée's father plays tennis quite well, and I promised him a game and-"

Whitney interrupts, "You need my help to at least kick butt." "Something like that. Yea, I guess."

"I think I should go now, I really need to go and see your mom," said Theresa.

"Well, tell her that I have a new student and that I might be home late."

"Okay, Whitney. Bye. Ethan." With that, Theresa left looking for Mrs. Russell. She wanted to ask her if she could get a ride from her to the hospital.

"Mrs. Russell!" called out Theresa.

"Theresa, so glad to see you. Will you be at work today?"

"That's what I wanted to discuss to you about. I wanted to know if I can get a ride to work."

"No problem, I was just on my way there, come on I'll take you!"

Ethan is getting a tennis lesson from Whitney. She teaches him how to do an accurate backhand and forehand.

"I want you to end your hand here after you strike the ball," informed Whitney.

"Okay, like this?"

"Perfect!" replied Whitney. "Here comes a ball!"

Ethan ran after the ball, "OW!!!" he screamed out.

"Oh, no! Ethan, are you okay?" Whitney ran towards him checking if he was all right.

"Ah! No, please don't try t move it. I think I broke it." "Umm…Well, we have to get you to the hospital. They can help you there because I don't have my first aid kit with me. Here, let me help you up."

"Thank, you," said Ethan.

"I'll make sure that my mother takes good care of you!" she smiled.

Ethan and Whitney arrived in the hospital an hour later. "Oh, Theresa, I need your help with a brand new patient," inquired Mrs. Russell.

"Sure, who's the next victim?" Theresa teased.

"Oh, Theresa, you know that your patients' always love you. There's a new patient in," she looks at her clipboard, "305, in the west wing."

"Okay, that's in Aida's room, I'll go and check him out later." "Thank you Theresa. I really appreciate this. Tell him that I'll be back. I'm too busy to keep up with all these patients'!" "You're welcome Mrs. Russell." Dr. Russell just left for an operation that she was obligated to go to.

"Theresa!" one of the nurses called out.

"Oh, hey, Margarita," exclaimed Theresa.

"Have you seen the new patient today at room 305?"

"No, why?"

"Well, you should see him. He's a God!"

"Marg! I never heard you talk about any guy like this before." "Well, he's different. He's so…handsome, and oh, what bulging biceps!"

Theresa was in laughing shock. She didn't know how to react to her friends comment. "Well, I'm sure he's like any ordinary guy, once he's tired of you, he'll leave you."

"That's all right. I don't mind having him for one-second," turning her focus on the ceiling. "Those eyes, well, you could just look at them forever. He looks a bit older but I can see him with you."

"Uh-huh, well, you should stop talking about this guy as if he were a saint."

"I'm telling you Theresa, you will like the guy. I mean, who wouldn't?" With that, Theresa left to see her last patient. She was just too tired to argue any longer. "Theresa, my friend, one day, HE will show up and sweep you off your feet," she said not Theresa being able to hear it.

Theresa left to see her next patient in the west wing. Theresa was about to see her last patient, Aida. She liked visiting her last because she would always make her laugh after a bad day. "Aida! How are you?"

"Oh, Theresa! It's always so good to see you. I've been trying to reach the other nurses, but they won't reply."

"Well, what's the matter?" asked Theresa worriedly.

"The television won't work. I'm trying to watch 'State Fair'. And I can't get the new patient to help. He's been sleeping longer than I have in my life."

"Oh, Aida, you're too much of a musical fan. Well, don't you worry, I'm right here," she said while fixing her pillow. "It's just good that you didn't wake the new patient. I hear he's been making quite a fuss here in the hospital." Aida laughed when she heard this. She remembered her love that died ten years ago. She knew what Theresa was talking. She had to agree that the patient was quite handsome. Throughout this laughter, Aida still kept this deep sadness in her heart. She didn't want to show anyone that she's hurt for she's always have been known as a strong, and an independent woman.

"Theresa, can you sing 'It Might As Well Be Spring' for me?"

"You know very well Aida that I can't sing."

"Oh, you fibber. I remember the school play you were in. You were so adorable, and, oh, your voice was majestic."

"I can't believe you still remember that," replied Theresa.

"Oh, honey I remember a lot of things that happened in Harmony and things that shouldn't have happened. And a little warning child, people here in Harmony aren't as innocent as they look." "Oh," Theresa tried to keep an interested look in her face. She knew that the old woman was just jabbering about past lives in Harmony. She's old and her memory isn't as well as it used to be. All she could do was smile and play along.

"Please Theresa, just sing a song for me before I go to sleep. I'm basically missing the good part in the movie because the television won't work!"

"All right Aida, just this once." Aida had a great smile in her face, which also made Theresa smile even greater. She had not seen Aida smile for a long time since her son died five years after her husband. "Now how does it go," she thought. And she sung, 'I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm.

I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string. I'd say that I have spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I am starry eyed & vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever when it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street, Hearing words that I have
never heard from a boy I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a croaker or a rose bud or a robin on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a melon Colin way that it might as well be spring
It might as well be spring.'

Theresa kept singing like an angel while tucking Aida in. Ethan woke up and watched from a far listening to her divine, magnificent voice. He didn't know how to keep his feelings from others. He especially couldn't handle what he's feeling now. He tries to impair his feelings towards others because he doesn't want to get hurt. More importantly, he doesn't want to be embarrassed. 'CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!' That's all Theresa heard in the room. She couldn't see the person clapping because there was a curtain that separated the patients from each other. She tried to see who it was by pulling the curtain apart. "Who's there?" She gasped when she saw who it was. She held her stomach in before she can collapse. "Oh, no. Tell me this isn't happening," she whispered to herself.

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