Get a Clue
Kissing Randy was nice. It reminded her of flipping through the stations on a radio, and finding what used to be your favorite song right at that fleeting second before you chucked the radio out of the nearest window in exasperation, even though that particular song had been replaced with another, and wouldn't be your first choice if you could have had your pick.
Listening to that song when it was your last resort wasn't like listening to that song when you spent minute after minute spinning the dial on the radio just to find it, just to hear the one part of that song that made your heart beat faster and made you wish it would never end. But, it was enjoyable, because you didn't hate that song.
That's how kissing Randy was to Donna.
"Oh, hey, Colonel Mustard called; he said 'get a clue.'"
The words flitted through her brain, the voice she heard speaking them made a shiver roll up her spine. She pulled herself up off of her bed, and walked to the bathroom, studiously ignoring her open window, and the view it would provide if she were to look through it.
She stared at herself in the mirror above her sink.
Kissing Randy wasn't like kissing… Casey, her mind backpedaled at the last second. Kissing Casey was an ill-thought out escape. She told herself, if she pushed herself up against him enough, and he kissed her hard enough, she could almost feel like she was happy, like what she was doing was the right thing. It was like eating way too much ice-cream, and then coming back for more even though it was making you sick, just because you told yourself you wanted more.
That's how she remembered kissing Casey.
"Oh, hey, Colonel Mustard called; he said 'get a clue.'"
The words echoed through her again as she walked out of the bathroom, and her eyes flitted to the forbidden window as if they were sick of letting her brain tell them not to look there. And, then she could see straight into his room.
Kissing Randy wasn't like kissing Eric. Her mind had broken down the barriers and finally gotten to that point. Kissing Eric was the one thing in the world she could imagine doing for the rest of her life and never, ever growing the least bit sick of it. His lips were always warm and excited against hers, as if he thought he was the luckiest guy in the whole world and he was using that part of his body to memorize every touch and every second, in case it all came to an end.
That's how she thought about kissing Eric, when she was too tired, or too sick of trying to block out every thought and every memory of him, and was ecstatic just to let it wash over her.
Kissing Randy was better than kissing Casey…
… but until she could forget or get past the feeling of kissing Eric, kissing Randy just wasn't good enough.
"Oh, hey, Colonel Mustard called; he said 'get a clue.'"
Author's Note: The quote is from Season Four, the episode called "Kelso's Career." Eric says it in passing, when Donna is talking to Kelso about Casey not showing up for their date, but I think it applies here too, in a non-comical sort of way, sort of an ironic thing. Let me know what you think!