"Someone's out in the bullpen," I nod in my dream, but decide not to wake up. I know it's just a ploy for the evil green thing to make me turn into a republican. Instead I cleverly stay quiet and ignore the imposter's Donna voice.
Then the light goes on, and I am forced, cruelly, out of my peaceful dreaming slumber.
"Wha-? Donnaaa." I cry out, helplessly blinded by the light.
"Nope," a familiar voice replies. A familiar voice that is not Donna's. I sit straight up and take in the office: Donna is asleep on the sofa, and Amy is standing in the doorway—looking annoyingly professional and ready for work. I blink a few times trying to place myself and everyone around me.
"What are you doing here?" I demand, partially embarrassed for being found asleep on my desk by Amy.
"That's a nice way to greet someone Joshua." She smirks.
"What are you doing here Amy. It's 3 o'clock in the morning." I stand up now, wait for the room to stop spinning and suddenly notice that Donna's hair is not perfectly straight as usual, it's not a disaster, but its definitely been slept on, and Amy's hair is nice and brushed. Funny thing to notice. I turn back to Amy.
"It's actually four." She replies smartly, and sits down on the chair opposite my desk. "I'm working. You're sleeping. You are the one who should be at home."
"What kind of work are you doing for the First Lady at four a.m.?"
"I'm picking some things up for her."
"Like what?"
"None of your business really, J. Anyway, I thought you might still be here so I came and stopped by. We can—not talk-- for a little longer than last time." She adds extremely suggestively, her eyes fixed on my face.
"Um…" What am I supposed to say? "Look Amy. Didn't we decide to stop this?—"
Amy suddenly notices Donna asleep on the sofa, and motions for us to talk outside. She walks out of the office and I reluctantly follow her.
She looks pointedly at me after the door closes.
"You made Donna stay late with you?"
"No, I -- She just didn't go home." I answer. "Why, does it matter?"
"You guys are awfully close."
"Well duh, Amy. We've spent most of these past five years together almost 24 hours a day. We've been through a lot. Is this going to be another 'are you in love with your assistant,' question?"
"Are you?"
"We're friends!"
"So then I can kiss you."
"Amy, we already ended this." I feel sleep deprived, sore from sleeping on my desk, and I'm exasperated with her. Didn't we just decide to end things once and for all? She got mad at me, I got mad at her, and we're over. I don't love her, and we already tried a relationship. If you wanna be my lover, gotta get with my friends. He'd heard that somewhere, maybe on the radio.
Then Amy did some ranting, and I just zoned out. She talked about me, me being an idiot, in denial, and some other things I don't understand, and don't want to understand… I am pretty tired. Then she breaks up with me… though I'm kind of confused about that since I was the one who was originally breaking up with her. I actually cannot remember what happened next. It ended with her storming out and me going back into the office with a headache, prepared to sleep for another hour before work begins.
Except Donna is sitting up on the sofa waiting for me with a worried expression on her face.
"Are you okay?" she asks anxiously.
"I'm fine." I answer with a sigh. She looks skeptical.
"Sit." She orders. I collapse on the sofa by her feet, it's considerably more comfortable than my desk, in addition it's all warm because of Donna.
"Were you awake the whole time?" I ask.
"Maybe." Some how this doesn't surprise me, and I'm not bothered at all that she just heard everything. After a long moment of comfortable, at least I think comfortable, silence, she says: "I'm sorry."
"What for?" I ask surprised.
Sorry…
tbc. I had to change computers and the best way to be able to finish this is to post it, and then continue.