She was sitting in front of her desk, staring almost blankly at the typewriter with the empty piece of white paper sticking out. "Great, Donna, just great! You have two and a half days to write this and it's now that your mind has decided to go on a vacation!" Placing her head in her hands, she let out a quiet groan and shut her eyes. Usually she would receive some inspiration when her eyes would see nothing else but the absence of light and Donna hoped that the same would happen this time as well.
She took in a deep breath and let her mind wander off but not too far away so it would lose any hint of some good words she could type on the paper.
Black and empty.
"Argh!" She slammed her hand on the wooden desk and pushed herself back on her chair. Nothing was coming to her – the wall had only gotten bigger, blocking out even the tiniest bits of much desired inspiration. "Now I won't be able to write anything, and once again that little bitch Melanie is going to somehow miraculously come out with a story and I'm going to end up screwed again!" Throwing her hair back, the redhead sighed, annoyed. She then heard the phone ring.
"Yeah?" she picked it up.
"Bad day?" His voice was close to teasing.
"It can get worse," Donna replied.
"How's your writing?" he asked.
"Um...it's going..." she placed her gaze on the empty paper, "It's going good. I've started something, so..."
"Then your writer's block has disappeared at long last?"
She smirked. "Yeah, something like that," she lied.
"Good."
"So how's it with you? How did the exam go?"
"Horrible. When I sat there and the looks those professors gave me I thought they were ready to chop off my head and serve it on a platter!"
"You flunked?" Donna got worried. She knew how important this exam was to him.
"Nah, I passed!"
A wanting smile appeared on her face. "That's great! Congratulations! So Mr. Chapny finally gave in."
"Yes, I'm gonna remember that bastard forever for setting me back almost two years." There was a pause and then a loud and short laughter.
"Aha. You must feel terrible that I've gotten ahead of you," Donna teased him. She enjoyed annoying him like that; his reaction had always been a precious moment for her.
"I'm green with envy, Donna. But at least you didn't stumble on a grudge with the old goat!"
She couldn't hold back her chuckles. "Keep it up, Eric. You're coming close to being second to Hyde with such 'masculine' anger and ooh those comments!" There she went again.
"I would love for you to be in my shoes right now!"
"Yeah? Why?" she faked her unawareness. If he could only see her large grin right now.
"Just how much time did you and Hyde spend together time last summer?"
She could imagine him lifting an eyebrow in response. "Now why do you say that?"
"Never mind."
"Hmm... So should we start preparing for the party yet?"
"Yeah. Although I think it would be good to celebrate it back home."
"What?" Donna felt something push her forward. "W-why?" she stuttered.
"It'll be nice to see my parents again," Eric explained. "And the other butt-heads," he chuckled.
"Yeah, but, um...we could just invite your parents here and the others."
"No, I regret that my stay with them was much shorter than I wanted it to be last year and..." he stopped when he noticed the awkward silence on the other line. "Donna?"
Her gaze got lost in the small black dot on the green wall by the window. Of course she missed home and the people dear to her but from the way she left it last year it itched inside for her to remain here. "Yes... maybe we could stay here this summer?" she asked.
"Why?"
"Well we've gone back there almost every summer and maybe this year we could... you know, spend time here?"
"Is something wrong?" he asked curiously.
"No, it's just we're not kids anymore, Eric."
"Donna, Donna... what happened to you last year??" he jokingly asked.
"Nothing!" She grew defensive but with caution and hope that he would not notice it. Holding her breath she then slowly released it. "You know what? You're right." She suddenly had a change of heart. "It's a nice idea to celebrate at home."
"Err, ok... so now you want to go?"
"Yeah, I think it'll be great." She nodded. The sentences she had been building up previously would have exploded on her later on where she would have ended up saying something about which she should have kept silent.
"Why did you refuse before?"
"I think I'm just tired," she rubbed her right eye and then placed her hand behind her head. "My mind is... close to exploding at times."
"Alright then... I'll see you tonight, I'm just going to go to meet Sebastian, ok?"
"Ok."
"Bye!"
"Bye, Eric." Hanging up the phone, Donna then crossed her arms and drew out a deep breath. The fight was nasty; it only drove them both much further away from each other. Honestly looking at the situation, it had been unnecessary but it still happened. She did not want to go back to that... or did she?
Her eyes traveled over to the window. She could see the full moon. Getting up, Donna walked over to the window and opened it to have a clearer view. The clouds had pity tonight, the moon shone quite brightly. Thanks to that conversation with Eric, her thoughts had started running around without order in her mind. But the view of the now almost white moon had settled them for a good five seconds. It was beautiful: its shape and the glow it gave out. She hadn't seen this in such a long time; the last time had been –
"Urgh!" Donna shut her eyes. The memories were returning. "Really good! First, I can't come up with anything to write and now this!" With an annoyed sigh, she shut the window and returned to her previous space, crashing down on the chair. "Alright, Donna... give yourself a good break and just concentrate already!" she forced herself and brought the chair closer to the desk. She had to arrange her thoughts in a line, otherwise she might even have trouble sleeping tonight. "Fucked up," she thought.
The empty piece of paper was once again the centre of her view.