Title: The Ball, (3/?)
Author: Eve Karma
Spoilers: None, if I recall correctly.
Rating: PG-13 because I say so.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, you all would know.
Other: This is my first actual JD fic, so don't expect too much. Except for the few pictures I've seen, I don't know too much about the Smithsonian Ball, so bear with me. FB makes me dance. Enjoy! :)
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When the alarm went off, she threw out her arm, hoping she would hit the clock on her nightstand and stop the ringing. After a few tries, she succeeded.
"No...I just need a few more minutes..." she groaned into her pillow, but she picked her head up and squinted at the clock: 5:30 AM.
Then, she realized that she could hear breathing nearby. And it wasn't her. She turned and looked at the other side of the bed. There, she found Josh-sprawled out next to her and sleeping like a baby.
"Oh yeah. I need a few more minutes," she said, and pulled the covers up over her head.
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The next time Donna opened her eyes, she was facing Josh, who was still asleep. Sunlight was bursting through the mini-blinds. She rolled over to look at the clock, but with a yelp and a thud, she landed on the floor.
"What? What is it?" Josh asked, instantly awake.
"I'm, uh, down here," she called up to him.
"Oh, hey," he said, peering over the edge of the bed at her.
"What time is it?" she asked, craning her neck to check the time, "10:30? It's 10:30?? How the hell did we oversleep like that??" She untangled herself from the blankets and rushed out into the hall.
A moment later, she reappeared, waving her toothbrush at him. "How did you end up in my bed?" she asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.
"What?" Josh replied, unable to understand her.
She ran off again. He heard her spit and rinse. Then she was back, still waving her toothbrush.
"How did you end up in my bed?" she asked again.
"Oh. I had to go to the bathroom."
"And you ended up here?" she gestured at the bed.
"I got lost. I figured it could wait. Hey, your bed is really comfy," he told her, bouncing a little.
"It's down there," she directed, pointing down the hall.
She went into the kitchen to make some coffee. "We are dead meat," she grumbled under her breath.
A minute later, Josh joined her, dialing the cordless he had picked up from her room.
"Who are you calling?"
To Be Continued...
