Suffice it to say Dano was glad to have gotten that out of the way until next Spring. His dad did not approve of his, well, anything. His dad had his laptop and work stuff spread out over the tiny dining table that was also Dan’s desk and occasional poker table. He gave a grateful smile and said softly, ‘you jerk, you made me cry in public.’Īn hour later we were walking up the stairs to his apartment. I leaned in close, ‘Would you be my girl, Danielle?’ĭan teared up, we gazed in each other’s eyes for a while before we caught ourselves. I gave him a devlish smile, ‘Bring your toothbrush.’ ‘Sure, Liam, you can help me get this over with and we’ll go to your place.’ ‘What do you have to do? Can I tag along?’ Oh, his dad, the reason for that scar under his left ear. ‘Not now?’ It was my turn to be disappointed. ‘I’m taking the rest of the day off, wanna come over?’ I asked, trying not to address the furled brows head on.ĭan’s spirit lifted a bit, ‘Sure, how’s tonight?’ I also noticed that his mousy hair hid a gloominess in his eyes, I knew I was the only one who can lift her dark clouds. Now that I know what treasures lie underneath, my eyes linger on the sweatshirt and back pockets. Dano was in his usual outfit: baggy jeans, t-shirt and grey hoodie. The midterm was brutal as old man Schute promised, but we felt confident we were well prepared. Several times I picked up the phone wanting, needing, to talk to her, but I knew my internship potentials were also important. I tried to study the rest of the weekend, but could not take my mind off of Danielle. We’d agreed that we couldn’t afford a major distraction, so after a difficult night on the couch – the couch on which I first fell for my transgendered girlfriend – I drove her home early the next day. ****Thank you so much for reading Chaps 1 & 2.