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Author's Note: I feel like I am writing worse. But I have a clear path. A clear ending. Now I have to get there. Review if you love and god please tell me if I suck…

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Josh had no idea how to resolve his problem. He figured if he wanted to get anywhere with Donna, he had to have a defense against everyone of the simply conditions he had made earlier.

He just had one problem he couldn't remember them.

Sure he had gotten past the first one, the President. That was by no means the worst one. He just knew that there were probably tens of tens that he had made that were completely ridiculous. He also knew that he had some that were going to be hard to deny.

He figured he had gotten over the Senior Staff, so he added it to his least and crossed it off. He wrote down P.R. Didn't cross it out. Couldn't justify crossing it out.

"I need a drink." Sighing he pushed himself out of his desk and got up.

She was the best thing that had ever happened to her. He couldn't let her go.

"Romantic…right… romance…" Josh said pacing once more. "Flowers?…. Ummm…. No… her dad died…" he kept pacing. "A card…. Maybe…. I…" Sam's crazy idea of flying down to see her kept sounding better and better.

He looked at his watch. It'd been about five hours or so since he had talked to her last. He figured he could call her now.

"Dial the phone," he told himself. He picked it up and dialed slowly.

He let it ring a few times

"Hello?" came a groggy answer.

"Donna!" he said all existed.

"What do you want!" she said less then contentedly.

"Well I…" he hadn't expected her to be so angry. "I was wondering what I… what exactly was on that list."

"Oh for god sake," Donna cried.

"What I just?"

"It's late I'm tired, I was going to bed, can you just leave the list alone…"

He thought seriously for a moment. "Ummm no."

She let out an aggravated sigh.

"And why are you in bed it's only eight?"

She sighed again. "I'm tired Josh." She dared even to think he had been more sensitive when he had no idea what was going on.

"Sorry," he said realizing she didn't need his teasing. "It's just been bothering me. I don't want to…."

"Josh the biggest and probably most illogical problem you will now face is getting my father's approval. So can you just leave me the hell alone so I can sleep. I'll be back to file your papers, and argue with you as much as you want on Tuesday."

"Right," he sighed. "I'm sorry."

He sounded sweet, and sorry, so she forgave him. "I'll… Josh don't worry about the list. The list doesn't matter."

God you mean I embarrassed myself in front of the President for nothing.

"I just need you to hold of being crazy, and going insane, and to stop calling me. I'll see you on Tuesday. And then we can… do whatever it is you think we have to do?"

There were plenty of things he thought they had to do. He felt like he had to shout them out at high intervals. He suppressed the feeling.

"Stay away from any alcohol, and don't operate heavy machinery."

"Okay," he agreed, deciding that protested would only cause more pain.

"Good."

"Sleep well."

"Night."

There was a short pause and neither hung up.

"I love you," Josh whispered low.

She let out a short laugh with half a wanting sigh. "I miss you."