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: ::shrugs::
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Ch 3: I told you it was a good Book
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I open my eyes slowly. Just like every morning, I fear opening them too fast. If I open them too fast, and everything comes rushing at me at once, I may never open them again. So my theory is, open them slowly, and everything takes it's turn. It's a tried and true theory, and I stand by it.
"Donna?" What the hell? Who's in my bedroom?! I sit upright, my eyes flying open. Screw the theory, I need full use of my eyes. Now.
"Woah, Donna, sorry I didn't mean to scare you." It's Josh. His feet propped up on a desk, reading a book. When did I put a desk in my room? When did I start using a couch as a bed? Oh that's right, when I spent the night -- or day, I can't tell anymore -- in Josh's office.
"What time is it?" I need to get order restored.
"Three." I roll my eyes, trust Josh to be as vague as possible.
"A.M.?"
"Nope." Okay, so I slept for what? Four hours? And in four hours Josh didn't need me once? No, he needed me, he just didn't wake me, so now I've got a good full day of damage control. Better start phoning the florist, wonder how many 'I'm sorry' bouquets I should order this time.
"What did you do Josh?"
"Nothing Donna. I'm reading."
"Joshuaaaa"
"No joke, Donna, I behaved perfectly. You don't need to order any bouquets."
"Not one?" Unbelievable.
"Not one." Huh, what's the catch?
"Okay. I'm going to go clean up. Make sure nothing 'suddenly' arises while I'm away."
"I'll be reading." Let's hope. I turn and walk towards my desk, silently thanking myself for putting those extra clothes and toiletries in that bottom drawer. I don't get five steps when Josh interrupts my train of thought.
"Oh, Donna, there is one thing." I groan and turn around slowly. This better be good, Joshua. "My mother may be phoning later on today. She might also be very opinionated about a certain subject. Tell her I'm out getting a haircut."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing... I had the extra time, so I did a few chores. The dry-cleaning, shopping, phoning the mother--"
"Is considered a chore?" I raised an eyebrow at him. My list of blackmail material is building rapidly.
"-- sending out the thank you letters from last Christmas, you know, the usual." He may be ignoring my question, but I know he's aware of the pending blackmail.
"Why is she mad?"
"Did I say mad?"
"What is she going to be opinionated about?" Oh great, he's pretending to read again. He's not going to answer me, I'm going to have to find out when she phones. I just hope it's something I agree with. Hopefully an opinion about Josh.
"I'm reading, Donna."
"Ha. Yeah right." I turn to collect my things from my desk.
"Don't you want to know what I'm reading?" How can a person read attentively while continuing conversation?
"Not particularly. What I want is to get changed into some clean clothes and maybe brush my teeth."
"That book of yours about how things were 100 years ago." What? I hate it when he throws me for a loop like this.
"What? Why?"
"Well Margaret was returning it, so I told her I'd give it to you when you woke up, and well.....I'm on page 45." There's the grin again.
I shoot him my best 'I told you it was a good book' glare, as I walk away. I'm not sure who's point that was.
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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: ::shrugs::
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Ch 3: I told you it was a good Book
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I open my eyes slowly. Just like every morning, I fear opening them too fast. If I open them too fast, and everything comes rushing at me at once, I may never open them again. So my theory is, open them slowly, and everything takes it's turn. It's a tried and true theory, and I stand by it.
"Donna?" What the hell? Who's in my bedroom?! I sit upright, my eyes flying open. Screw the theory, I need full use of my eyes. Now.
"Woah, Donna, sorry I didn't mean to scare you." It's Josh. His feet propped up on a desk, reading a book. When did I put a desk in my room? When did I start using a couch as a bed? Oh that's right, when I spent the night -- or day, I can't tell anymore -- in Josh's office.
"What time is it?" I need to get order restored.
"Three." I roll my eyes, trust Josh to be as vague as possible.
"A.M.?"
"Nope." Okay, so I slept for what? Four hours? And in four hours Josh didn't need me once? No, he needed me, he just didn't wake me, so now I've got a good full day of damage control. Better start phoning the florist, wonder how many 'I'm sorry' bouquets I should order this time.
"What did you do Josh?"
"Nothing Donna. I'm reading."
"Joshuaaaa"
"No joke, Donna, I behaved perfectly. You don't need to order any bouquets."
"Not one?" Unbelievable.
"Not one." Huh, what's the catch?
"Okay. I'm going to go clean up. Make sure nothing 'suddenly' arises while I'm away."
"I'll be reading." Let's hope. I turn and walk towards my desk, silently thanking myself for putting those extra clothes and toiletries in that bottom drawer. I don't get five steps when Josh interrupts my train of thought.
"Oh, Donna, there is one thing." I groan and turn around slowly. This better be good, Joshua. "My mother may be phoning later on today. She might also be very opinionated about a certain subject. Tell her I'm out getting a haircut."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing... I had the extra time, so I did a few chores. The dry-cleaning, shopping, phoning the mother--"
"Is considered a chore?" I raised an eyebrow at him. My list of blackmail material is building rapidly.
"-- sending out the thank you letters from last Christmas, you know, the usual." He may be ignoring my question, but I know he's aware of the pending blackmail.
"Why is she mad?"
"Did I say mad?"
"What is she going to be opinionated about?" Oh great, he's pretending to read again. He's not going to answer me, I'm going to have to find out when she phones. I just hope it's something I agree with. Hopefully an opinion about Josh.
"I'm reading, Donna."
"Ha. Yeah right." I turn to collect my things from my desk.
"Don't you want to know what I'm reading?" How can a person read attentively while continuing conversation?
"Not particularly. What I want is to get changed into some clean clothes and maybe brush my teeth."
"That book of yours about how things were 100 years ago." What? I hate it when he throws me for a loop like this.
"What? Why?"
"Well Margaret was returning it, so I told her I'd give it to you when you woke up, and well.....I'm on page 45." There's the grin again.
I shoot him my best 'I told you it was a good book' glare, as I walk away. I'm not sure who's point that was.
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