McDanno Oneshots

14| Resolutions

Ayo! It's a New Years special since I'm feeling festive :)
Happy New Years, I hope that we all will be going into next year with a good future ahead of us 🤞🤞🤞

"Do you have any New Years resolutions, boss?" Kono was kicked back on the couch of my office.

Everybody was in their own office except her. She somehow always ended up in here to badger me about something.

Now don't get me wrong, I loved Kono but holy fuck, she could talk.

And I usually enjoyed talking, but resolutions were becoming a touchy subject for me.

Especially because of a promise I made to myself.

Or maybe it was a bet.

Either way it was touchy.

"I don't know Kono," I replied.

"Aw come on Steeeeve," she said, "you better hurry because the new year's coming in hot,"

"Everything in this pineapple infested island is coming in hot," Danny walked in.

"Is my office a rendezvous point now?" I said exasperatedly.

"I came in here for a paper, I don't know about Kono," he said defensively.

"Kono was just leaving," I gritted my teeth.

"Remember guys," she grinned, "New Years Party, my house!"

I stuck my tongue out at the closing door and slumped down.

"What was that all about?" Danny asked.

"Nothing, nothing," I shook my head, "I'm just stressed... what paper did you come in for?"

"I need a copy of the case report you wrote for last week," he said.

"What, so you can plagiarize it?" I snapped.

"If you were thinking straight, you would remember that all last month I wrote your share for you," he glared.

"Fine, just take it," I needed him to get out. Fuck, I needed to get out.

To breathe.

Thank god it was a slow day so that I could go for a walk around a nearby beach.

Man, this whole resolution thing I made was giving me so much anxiety.

On paper, it seemed simple, if not devastatingly cliché.

It was definitely cliché. But I had nothing else and sticking to the basics would probably do me good...

...Right?

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I managed to play off Kono by explaining how I was "superstitious and if I shared my resolution it would somehow not come to be".

Now all I had to do was hang in until her party.

Danny and I were in his Camaro.

"Why aren't you eating the sandwiches I brought? You love my sandwiches," he demanded.

Simply being so close to him was twisting and scrambling my stomach to the point where eating seemed folly.

Before all this, the car was no problem. Now, it was a huge issue.

I could practically smell the sweet scent of his cologne.

I took a deep breath and Danny cleared his throat. Loudly.