One Night With Montana.
"Maybe I'm hearing things" she thought as she shook her head, pulling open the fridge door.
The knock sounded again a few minutes later, making her jump. "Who could be here this time of night?" she said, putting her beer on the coffee table and walking to the door. It was nearly midnight and now was the time she decided to make a mental note to get a spy hole put in.
Lindsay took a deep breath and slowly turned the door handle, opening the door just a fraction so she could peep round. She pulled her head back when she realised who it was and let the door fall open.
"Er... Hi." Came the voice she loved to hear. He ran a hand through his roughly waxed hair and looked down the corridor.
"Hey,' she replied, stunned to see Danny Messer at her door. ' What are you doing here?"
"well I figured,... I mean, we havent been...ah, ya know... getting on so well the last few weeks... so I was thinkin...ah, maybe you were hungry?" He replied holding up a bag of chinese take out. He had no idea why the look she was giving him made him feel... stupid.
Lindsay felt her lips unconsciously twitch into a smile. "Danny.. it's past midnight - how did you know I would be awake?"
"Well, lets jus say it was a wild guess.." Danny replied, grinning. "So you gonna let me in?"
She smiled and stepped aside to let him in.
"I'm just gonna get dressed." Lindsay said as she pulled her robe tighter.
"No need to on my account!" Danny exclaimed, still grinning. Lindsay looked at him raising an eybrow, and his grin disapeared. "..but you probably would be better off changing, its quite cold." He continued, shruggin.
"Plates are in the top right cupboard, " She called as she went in to the bedroom and shut the door.
Once inside, Lindsay smiled to herself. She didnt know if it was the beers she had drunk or if the shower she took really did wash away her negative thoughts. Untying her robe, she let it fall to the ground along with the towel, pulled on a pair of pyjama shorts etched with Eeyore and Piglet, and pulled on a white tank top. She really didn't know why she felt so happy... she didn't love him, did she?
Danny pulled two plates from the cupboard and layed them outon the table. He grabbed the knives and forks from a drawer and placed them next to the plates. He had no idea what had actually made him come over - well apart from the fact that he missed her. Somehow, he knew he just had to come over and make things right. Since he had been made to look a fool, sitting to dinner on his own looking like a loner with all the other diners looking at him with sympathy, he hadnt felt his normal self. And for Lindsay to tell him she has stuff to deal with - even though she liked him - alot - it just messed with his already mixed up brain. Was he wasting his time?
Lindsay looked at herself in the mirror. She decided she looked tired and unnatractive for this time of night, how ever late it was. She pulled her hair back in a clip, letting a few loose curls slip out. She picked up her favourite perfume - Be Delicious DKNY - and lightly sprayed her neck. Afterall, she didnt want him to think she had purposely put it on for him.
She opened the bedroom door, and was hit with the familiar smell of sweet and sour chicken, egg fried rice and... what was that? Duck? 'How does he know I like duck?' she asked herself.
"For a minute there i thought you were gonna stand me up again," Danny said pulling out a chair for her to sit down. As she lowered herself down on to the chair the smell of apples hit him. He loved the way she smelt, he couldnt get enough of it.
"Danny -" Lindsay started to say.
"Mon - Lindsay, I'm sorry - I just... " he sighed. "Lets eat." He pulled out a chair and sat down next to her at the table. He picked up the duck container and offered it to her. "Duck?" He asked.
"How did you know I liked duck?" she asked with a small grin on her face.
"A little birdy named Stella informed me." Danny replied shrugging as she took the container and eptied some on to her plate.
Half an hour passed by, and Danny and Lindsay had eaten their food in silence and finished their beers. Lindsay stood to clear the plates. and as she reached to take Danny's, he caught her wrist in his hand making her gasp. The warmth of his was like an electric shock running through her arm and straight to her heart. She felt those all too familiar butterflies in the pit of her stomach, and she instantly felt hot like her head was going to explode with steam. Why did she suddenly feel so anxious?