TYPICAL
Author: Raine
Disclaimer: Not mine in the slightest.
Summary: Little bit of fluff
Rating: PG
Feedback: makes the world go round. ;] i'd love it... i may possibly be able to add more to this, if the inspiration arises. ;]
AN: very short, brief "had-15-extra-minutes-and-felt-like-writing" kinda of fic. ::shrugs:: may be the start of something longer, may not be.
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"DONNA!!"
"What Josh?" I sigh, as I peer around the corner to look through his office door.
"Oh, um, nothing, just wondering where you were."
I groan and roll my eyes, typical Josh. Hollering just for the sake of hollering. I supposed it has something to do with him being "da man" and his ever persistent need to verify his command over me.
"Don't do that Donna."
"Don't do what, Joshua? I'm typing that thing you gave me. You want me to stop? No problem, I was thinking about going down to the mess anyways, maybe I should just go home and make myself a real dinner if you don't --"
"Donnaaaaa!"
"Don't do what?"
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
"I didn't."
"Yes you did." Real mature, Josh, real mature.
"Did not." You want immaturity? I'll give you immaturity.
"Yes you did, after I called you ever so politely." Polite? ha.
"I did no such thing."
"I saw you."
"Even you can't see through walls, Josh."
"Fine, I heard it in your groan."
"So what if I did?"
"Don't do it again."
"Whatever." I turn back to my desk and gather my things. I stand up and stroll over to lean against the door frame. I stand quietly waiting for Josh to look up. I know he knows I'm here, he's just being stubborn for go knows what reason. I figure I might aswell have a turn at that bellowing thing.
"JOSH!!"
"Holy mary, mother of Jesus, Donna!" Oh yeah, I scared him.
"You're Jewish, Josh." I point out matter of factly.
"Where are you going?" He's obviously noticed my coat and bag.
"Home to make myself a real dinner." If I smile angelically enough, maybe he'll let me get away with this one.
"Fine whatever." What?
"What?"
"On one condition; you stay for the next twelve sundays." Ha, nice try Josh, you know I wouldn't trade one night for twelve sundays, nice try though.
"Sure, sounds good." I turn and walk down the hallway. I can just picture Josh sitting there, mouth agape, amazed that I called his bluff. He needs me tonight. Wait for it.... wait for it....
There.
"DONNA!" Score one for Donna. I wander back casually, I'm in no hurry.
"Yes, Joshua?"
"Get back to work Donna." The grin is out in full force. He knows he's been beat this round. I roll my eyes and wander back to my desk and resume my typing.
"You did it again." Josh doesn't miss anything, does he?
"Big deal."
Author: Raine
Disclaimer: Not mine in the slightest.
Summary: Little bit of fluff
Rating: PG
Feedback: makes the world go round. ;] i'd love it... i may possibly be able to add more to this, if the inspiration arises. ;]
AN: very short, brief "had-15-extra-minutes-and-felt-like-writing" kinda of fic. ::shrugs:: may be the start of something longer, may not be.
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"DONNA!!"
"What Josh?" I sigh, as I peer around the corner to look through his office door.
"Oh, um, nothing, just wondering where you were."
I groan and roll my eyes, typical Josh. Hollering just for the sake of hollering. I supposed it has something to do with him being "da man" and his ever persistent need to verify his command over me.
"Don't do that Donna."
"Don't do what, Joshua? I'm typing that thing you gave me. You want me to stop? No problem, I was thinking about going down to the mess anyways, maybe I should just go home and make myself a real dinner if you don't --"
"Donnaaaaa!"
"Don't do what?"
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
"I didn't."
"Yes you did." Real mature, Josh, real mature.
"Did not." You want immaturity? I'll give you immaturity.
"Yes you did, after I called you ever so politely." Polite? ha.
"I did no such thing."
"I saw you."
"Even you can't see through walls, Josh."
"Fine, I heard it in your groan."
"So what if I did?"
"Don't do it again."
"Whatever." I turn back to my desk and gather my things. I stand up and stroll over to lean against the door frame. I stand quietly waiting for Josh to look up. I know he knows I'm here, he's just being stubborn for go knows what reason. I figure I might aswell have a turn at that bellowing thing.
"JOSH!!"
"Holy mary, mother of Jesus, Donna!" Oh yeah, I scared him.
"You're Jewish, Josh." I point out matter of factly.
"Where are you going?" He's obviously noticed my coat and bag.
"Home to make myself a real dinner." If I smile angelically enough, maybe he'll let me get away with this one.
"Fine whatever." What?
"What?"
"On one condition; you stay for the next twelve sundays." Ha, nice try Josh, you know I wouldn't trade one night for twelve sundays, nice try though.
"Sure, sounds good." I turn and walk down the hallway. I can just picture Josh sitting there, mouth agape, amazed that I called his bluff. He needs me tonight. Wait for it.... wait for it....
There.
"DONNA!" Score one for Donna. I wander back casually, I'm in no hurry.
"Yes, Joshua?"
"Get back to work Donna." The grin is out in full force. He knows he's been beat this round. I roll my eyes and wander back to my desk and resume my typing.
"You did it again." Josh doesn't miss anything, does he?
"Big deal."