Date Submitted: 4/26/00
Title of Story: "Because There is Someone Like You Ch. 4"
Author: PiNaYrAcH1434@aol.com

"Why, I never knew you had such a nice voice, Theresa," he said with a sarcastic remark.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Ethan."

"Take it however you like, but this still doesn't explain why we keep running in to each other lately."

"You're telling me! I thought that I saw the last of you already."

"Well, it's obviously not happening," replied Ethan. "It really doesn't matter anyway because mother made it clear that you and I are to be working together on a project she believes you're good at."

"What's that," asked Theresa.

"Sketching. You know, designing dresses, stuff like that."

"Oh, I see. And who am I supposed to sketch these 'designs' for?"

"My fiancée," replied Ethan.

Somewhere in Theresa's heart ached. She had never felt this way before. She has never felt this kind of anger and love at the same time for one man. "I guess I can do it. But you'll have to forgive me if it'll take a while. I have school and two other jobs that I have to handle so I have to work on it at home. Won't I be working with your fiancée on this, or at least your mom?"

"Well, my fiancée is really busy with her other work, and well, you won't be working with my mom yet because she obviously she won't be back next month. And she told me that I have you as my assistant while the wedding is being planned. I actually need you more as my assistant because there are just too many things that are needed to be taken care of. " Ethan gave a little smirk to this. He couldn't possibly be in the same room with Theresa for more than a minute without tantalizing her. It was the only way he knew how to keep his mind focus on one thing. He dawdled for a while since Theresa didn't seem to have had paid attention to a word he said. "What are you doing here? Don't tell me that you're the nurse that they sent me?"

"Well, I'm actually here for Aida and a new patient who seemed to have a broken ankle. Have you seen him?"

Ethan sighed when he heard this. "So you get to be my assistant and my nurse. That's an unlikely combination."

"Tell me about it," replied Theresa. "This is just great! I get to be a mom to this kid and still go to school. I can't take care of him in the hospital. He won't allow it, I won't allow it! This is not what I meant by interesting," Theresa thought to herself. "Umm, okay," changing the subject, "when do I start this sketching thing for your wife?"

"Well, how about now?"

"Can't I do it later on? I mean I have to take care of Aida and you at the same time."

"You are taking care of me by handling what I had just asked you to do."

A month passed during this mishap. She had been taking care of Ethan for two weeks when he was in the hospital. Theresa hadn't heard from Ethan after he was released because he went back to New York right after. Theresa knew he was bound for home around this time so she went to get her paycheck as quietly as possible. As she was about to leave, her car breaks down on her. She needed to get under the hood to check what the problem was. While she was doing this, Ethan came down to go to his car. Turns out that another car had already blocked his way so he won't be able to get out. Luckily, he sees Theresa's car. She didn't notice him approaching her, but once she did, she closed the hood and sneaked around the car so Ethan won't see her.

"Theresa," he called out. "I haven't seen you for a while. I thought we were supposed to work on the wedding. Gwen gave me some of the ideas she wants to use, and well she's just sad to be missing out on this."

"Umm, yea, me too," she said.

"Are you going or doing anything later on?"

"No…why?"

"I was actually wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me. I don't like to eat alone except when I'm in my office."

"I don't think that would be possible, I mean look at me, I haven't even gotten the chance to get cleaned. It wouldn't be appropriate," she was reluctant to say. "And I have to warn you that the air condition doesn't work," she had said because maybe he would back away. It was surely a hot day for Harmony, and her ac didn't work whatsoever.

"You have ac in your car?"

"Of course! It's just doesn't work right now," she said with an unusual posture.

"Oh, well who cares? I just want to get out of here and eat. I'm starving, and I've had a terrible day today. So, let's go, let's go, let's go!" Theresa rushed to open the door for Ethan.

She was a little self-conscious about her car. She drove Ethan to "Picianos." She assured him that it was a great pace to be and fun. It was an Italian restaurant that served buffets. They enter the restaurant that seemed to be filled with kids running around. As soon as they sat down, everything was smooth sailing. They got along so well that you could see the spark between them from miles away. "You're a great sister, aren't you? I mean you have two jobs and school to support your family," said Ethan.

"I guess you can say that. I mean I love my family. They've been there for me through thick and thin." Ethan had a face of admiration towards Theresa. He was esteemed about her love for her family.

"How has it like living in a small town like Harmony," asked Ethan.

"It's great. I love it because you know the people here. I mean that it's good that it's a small town because we know who the people are. The name itself says it all, 'Harmony.' I mean I know that Harmony has its contrast. First of all, the people. I mean, I've seen they're faces all my life and sometimes it isn't as exciting as it was before. You live the same life you've lived for so long. I guess the better word for it BORING, you know? I'm a girl who loves adventure. I like to be where the wind takes me. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, actually I do. And I admire your thinking."

"Why thank you, Ethan. I think that's the first real compliment I'll be getting from you for a while," they both laughed. "How about your life? How is like living in a big city? It must be exciting. I mean seeing people of different back rounds everyday. Hearing what they have to say about life."

"Let's just say that my life is not as colorful like yours is. And, the city, well, by looking at me says it all I guess." He looks at Theresa for a moment. He was memorizing her face. It was the way her cheekbones were lined, and the way her eyes would blink ever so delicately. Theresa ate very quickly and plentiful. As soon as she got out of the restaurant she belched as loud as she can.

"Ethan," she gasped for air, "you drive." She gave a sickening look, which also made Ethan feel a little nauseous.

"This is what you get for eating too much." Ethan had opened the door for Theresa to daydream in the car. She dreamt about Ethan inside the car bending down to kiss her. She was still in her kissing position while Ethan watches her curiously. "Theresa? Theresa?" Theresa opened her eyes quickly and sat properly. She took her hand to touch her lips. It felt so real, yet imaginative. She couldn't believe herself that she would dream about Ethan Crane.

"Huh?" she finally answered.

"Well, you looked like you were out of it for a while."

"Oh, well, I didn't notice."

"Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me another time?"

"Why?"

"I don't know, why?"

"Okay, sure why not," not looking at Ethan. He gave a little chuckle to this.

"So just call me anytime if you ever want to go out."

"Yea, okay."

Ethan was waiting for Theresa to call but he gets a call from his fiancée instead. "Ethan, how are you honey?" asked Gwen.

"Gwen?" He said it slowly.

"Hello, honey. I just called to ask you when you'll be back."

"You know that I have an important job I have to take care of. I promise it won't take any longer. I just really have to finish this."

"Okay, honey. It's just that I miss you already, and we still haven't even gone through the wedding rehearsals yet. Just be home as soon as you can. I miss you so much already!" she exclaimed.

"Yea, yea, me too," he sighed.

"Okay, I'll talk to you again, bye."

"Bye," he said quietly. When Gwen hung up the phone, she knew something was wrong. Ethan's tone of voice had definitely changed, but she didn't pay as much attention to it as she should have.

The next morning, Ethan walked around in his front yard without any shoes on. He was walking on grass carrying a phone. He was deciding whether to wait for Theresa's call or should he make the first move.

'RING! RING! RING!' Theresa ran to the phone and had left it ringing three times. She didn't want to seem desperate even though she was almost wrestling the phone out of her sister's hand.

"Hello," she said with a quiet and calm voice.

"Theresa!" he finally blurted out.

"Yes, who's this?" Theresa tried to keep her cool when she knew perfectly well who was on the line.

"It's Ethan," he said.

"Oh, Ethan, how are you?"

"Fine, fine. Umm, I was wondering if you were doing anything later on. That's if you're not doing anything."

"Umm, not really," she exaggerated.

"Okay, so do you want to go out? I know a real great place where we can go. I think you might like it."

"Okay, sure, why not!" Theresa exclaimed. She ran upstairs looking for a dress to wear. She decided to go in jeans since she didn't want to look too frenzied over him. He came over to pick her up at 7. They ate at Tony Roma's. Somehow, Ethan knew that it was one of her favorite places, which also happened to be his also. After the large feast they had, they went straight to a bar. I t was a karaoke bar. Theresa had insisted Ethan to go. They entered the bar. Everyone was looking at Ethan because he was dressed in a suit for an unproper place.

They drank and shot pool. They carried on conversations for so long. It really didn't matter what they were talking about; it was just the company that made them happy. Ethan, on the other hand, had never felt this way before because he'd only been with one woman almost all his life. He couldn't fight off this feeling. He had to know what it was that made him feel this way.

"Why don't we go sing, come on it'll be fun! I promise!" Theresa suggested.

"Okay, I want to hear you sing again. I really like it," said Ethan.

"Oh, well that's too bad. You won't be hearing me tonight cause I'll be hearing you," replied Theresa.

Ethan spat out his drink, "WHAT?"

"You're gonna sing for this lovely audience."

"Oh, no I'm not. No way, no how!!!"

"Okay ladies and gentlemen," said the bartender, "I was just informed that there is a new young man who is just dying to get up her and sing for us. His name is Ethan Crane! Let's give him around of applause ladies and gentlemen." The bartender halted for a moment. He just realized that he was standing next to Ethan Crane. "Wait a minute," he blurted out, "You're not ETHAN CRANE, are you?" He exaggerated on his name.

"Actually, I am."

"What are you doing I a crummy place like this?"

"Actually," he pointed at Theresa, "a friend of mine invited me to sing along in your little tavern."

"Oh, please, sir, sing away. Whatever you wish." Ethan and Theresa burst out laughing. They didn't know that he was going to be treated like a king in a joint like that. Besides, the bar wouldn't have anything that Ethan would want, except for one…Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald.

"Okay, I'd like to sing….what do you have?"

"We have Andy Williams, if that's what you prefer."

"Put it on!" Ethan demanded. He didn't know who the guy was exactly but he had an idea.

"Moon River is the song Mr. Crane."

"Good, I know that one, almost." He sounded drunk while he was carrying on this conversation with the bartender. He waited for the song to begin, and then he sung. "Moon river…" The audience cheered and booed. Ethan definitely didn't sound like a nightingale, which, of course, made Theresa laugh recklessly.

The night was over and Ethan drove Theresa home. She had invited him to stay for a while. They talked the night away in her dining room laughing, and crying all at the same time. Neither of them had ever felt this kind of emotion out of someone else.

The next day, Theresa was to work for Ethan. She had waited on his office for some important papers that needed to be signed. She waited impatiently because Ethan had an important meeting that his dad asked him to go. "Oh, Theresa, I didn't know that you were going to be in my office so early after last night," he teased.

"Well, this is what I do for a living. I can't very well be late for an important meeting that my boss still hasn't gone to," she hinted.

Ethan looked at Theresa curiously, "Oh, no! How long have they had the meeting?"

"Hmm, about 15 minutes ago," she said as she grabbed Ethan's coat. They rushed into the office like stampedes of elephants were after them.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Please forgive me for the little delay, I'm sure that everyone here has had their problems." Theresa sighed; it was to be a long meeting after all.

"How was that? I know I gave them what they wanted. The presentation went quite well than I expected."

"Oh, yes, quite well," she said sarcastically. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. It's just that I think that they would've loved you more if you weren't late and that if you were more persistent. You should've been more firm about what you were talking about."

"And who are you to tell me this?" he said as he approached her.

"You heard what I said," she replied firmly.

"Oh yea?"

"Yea. As a matter of fact-"

"Oh!" Ethan yelled out.

"Oh, no, Ethan."

"I think it's my ankle again."

She bent down to grab a hold of Ethan's ankle, "Hold on, don't move." Ethan looked at her. She was touching him gently just the way he liked it. "Is that okay, Ethan?"

"Umm," he broke out of his concentration, "yea, thanks!"

"Well, it is your ankle. It's still not stable so I suggest that you don't walk on it for a while."

"Wow. My assistant and nurse."

"Well, ain't that the truth," she laughed. They were once again caught in their little daydreams of each other. They were falling in love without even knowing it.

He cleared his throat, "Umm, where are the designs that you did so far?"

"Oh, they're right here." She pulled them out of her portfolio that contained sketches of Ethan's wedding.

"Thanks," he said. He was looking at the sketches with amazement.

"So what? Do you like?" she asked worriedly.

"Uh, this is amazing Theresa. I mean, how could you put so much effort in this with such little time?"

"There's really no secret to this. I only like to this for fun. And maybe one day, I can make a living out of it."

"Well, I know for a fact that you would make a great designer."

"Thanks!" Without expectations, they hugged each other. They didn't notice how long it took them to part.

"No problem. Now I can show this to Gwen." Ethan paused when he said this. He had forgotten all about Gwen, and so did Theresa. They both felt awkward towards each other.

"Of course you do," she laughed off, "I mean what fiancée wouldn't want to see her own wedding?"

"No one," he replied sadly.

"Yea, well, I have your ticket for New York tomorrow morning."

"Thanks."

"No problem. What are secretaries good for, right?" she smiled.

"Yea, right."

"Well, I should be going. I'll see you when you come back." Ethan didn't say anything back. Theresa just left and leaned towards the door. She regretted ever meeting Ethan. She could never fall in love with a man like him, how could she ever doubt that?

Back in New York, Ethan waits for Gwen at her house. He has been trying to call Theresa, but instead he gets a busy signal because she is calling him at the same time. "Where are you Th-"

"I'm right here, honey," replied Gwen excitedly.

"Gwen," he said surprised. She had almost heard him say Theresa's name aloud.

"Who else would it be? I hope that you weren't waiting too long."

"No, actually I just got home."

"Good, because I have made a special evening just for the two of us."

"And what's the occasion for?" he teased.

"Oh, you'll see…"

The next morning, Ethan and Gwen go out to the beach. They had a hammock all ready for them. "What did you do while I was gone," asked Ethan.

"Oh, nothing. Same old same old," she replied sadly.

"What about you, how was your work?"

"Okay."

"Did they give you a hard time?"

"No, but enough about my work, what about you?"

"Nothing, I just went out shopping with the maids. And I have a new client that I have to meet tomorrow after you leave." Ethan just grew quiet. He wasn't at all paying attention to what Gwen saying. He was thinking about his time with the most incredible woman he's ever met.

"Theresa, Theresa, calm down. He'll be here any minute."

"You're right. Absolutely right!"

"Is Theresa all right?" asked Chad.

"Yea, she's just nervous about this guy whom she's supposed to introduce to us?"

"Oh, gotcha," he replied.

Theresa waited impatiently for him to arrive. They had said that they would meet at 7 p.m. and it was already 8. She fiddled around with her hair and fingers out of exasperation.

"Ethan," she called out. "I'm so glad you made it."

"I am so sorry, Theresa. I got stuck in traffic."

"Um, Theresa," interrupted Whitney, "are you gonna introduce us?"

"Oh, yes, of course," Theresa replied. "Ethan, I want you to meet Chad, Whitney's boyfriend. And, of course, you know Whitney."

"Hi, nice to meet you. Whitney, it's good to see you again."

"Like wise," she replied.

Their dinner ended with beautiful ballroom dancing. The two couples got along so well, and perfectly.

"We should be getting back home. I have a big midterm to study for tomorrow," said Whitney.

"Oh," said Theresa sadly, "well, I'll see you at the hospital. Bye Chad."

With that, Theresa gave her best friend a hug good-bye. "Well, I guess it's just the two of us Ethan. What do you want to do?" "It doesn't matter. I'm basically happy when I'm with you." Theresa and Ethan blushed.

"Me too, Ethan," she smiled. They headed home restlessly. They had a memorable evening that would last them their whole lives. But it was a night that was to end when really, it was a night of the beginning for everything.

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