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 4: Pass the hour
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Josh's mom didn't phone until lunch time the next day. The term "lunch time" being used loosely, for me it was just another hour of work. I had just been passing by her desk, on my way to grab a quick salad or two for me and Josh, when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Donna answered, slightly out of breath.
"Hey Donna! How are you?" Josh's mom. Those salads will have to wait.
"I'm fine, how about you?" I asked cheerily, sitting back into my chair. Why was talking to Josh's mother such a treat, while talking to my own was such a chore? Chore, ha, that reminds me...
"I feel the need to inform you that your son views phoning as a 'chore'" I reported with a dry chuckle.
"Does that have anything to do with the fact that I talk to his wonderful assistant more than him?"
"Probably. So, Josh said something about you being opinionated..."
"God forbid his mother has any sort of opinion." I could hear her chuckle softly, "It isn't anything political or anything, just personal."
"Personal, you and Josh, or personal me and Josh?" God I hope it's her and Josh, I can't take another 'Why hasn't it happened yet?' conversation from anyone. I ask myself that question enough times a day, I don't need to hear it from someone else.
"Personal me and Josh." Well, I dodged a bullet there.
"What'd he do or say? Do I have to order you some flowers?"
"Oh no, Donna. No flowers, I just need you to do something for me."
"Anything."
"Walk up to him right now and smack him across the face." Okay, wasn't expecting that one.
"He's on the hill right now, can it wait?"
"Of course, but make sure he gets it."
"May I ask why he needs to be bitch slapped?" This whole conversation is just too comical. Wonder what Josh would think if he could hear it. He probably wouldn't see the comedy quite as much.
"Just wait. If you tell him it's from his mother, he'll assume I told you, and he'll tell you himself. It's so much more fun that way. Don't forget to phone and tell me how it went." With that, she was gone. Now, how to pass the hour before Josh gets back...
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 4: Pass the hour
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Josh's mom didn't phone until lunch time the next day. The term "lunch time" being used loosely, for me it was just another hour of work. I had just been passing by her desk, on my way to grab a quick salad or two for me and Josh, when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Donna answered, slightly out of breath.
"Hey Donna! How are you?" Josh's mom. Those salads will have to wait.
"I'm fine, how about you?" I asked cheerily, sitting back into my chair. Why was talking to Josh's mother such a treat, while talking to my own was such a chore? Chore, ha, that reminds me...
"I feel the need to inform you that your son views phoning as a 'chore'" I reported with a dry chuckle.
"Does that have anything to do with the fact that I talk to his wonderful assistant more than him?"
"Probably. So, Josh said something about you being opinionated..."
"God forbid his mother has any sort of opinion." I could hear her chuckle softly, "It isn't anything political or anything, just personal."
"Personal, you and Josh, or personal me and Josh?" God I hope it's her and Josh, I can't take another 'Why hasn't it happened yet?' conversation from anyone. I ask myself that question enough times a day, I don't need to hear it from someone else.
"Personal me and Josh." Well, I dodged a bullet there.
"What'd he do or say? Do I have to order you some flowers?"
"Oh no, Donna. No flowers, I just need you to do something for me."
"Anything."
"Walk up to him right now and smack him across the face." Okay, wasn't expecting that one.
"He's on the hill right now, can it wait?"
"Of course, but make sure he gets it."
"May I ask why he needs to be bitch slapped?" This whole conversation is just too comical. Wonder what Josh would think if he could hear it. He probably wouldn't see the comedy quite as much.
"Just wait. If you tell him it's from his mother, he'll assume I told you, and he'll tell you himself. It's so much more fun that way. Don't forget to phone and tell me how it went." With that, she was gone. Now, how to pass the hour before Josh gets back...