Disclaimer: If they were like fish I would steal 'em. Aside from that just regular stuff, not mine, sing a song.

Author's Note: We are smart people. Smart crazy crazy people. I love this life. AHHH…

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Josh hung up the phone, resolving faithfully not to bother Donna again. He stopped pacing, stopped thinking of a nice cold beer, and went to C.J.'s office.

"Hey?" he began completely scared.

"Hi," she answered ignoring him.

"Would it be romantic if I flew down to Donna's dad's funeral and asked a dead man for his pleasing?"

C.J. looked at him with a face expressing disbelief and disgust.

"Yeah that's what I thought."

"Do you think maybe you could go do your school girl thing with Sam or something?"

"I am not doing a school girl thing," he whined.

"Josh," she simply said.

"Fine," Josh started to leave. Then he turned around and started again. "And why are you so pissed at me? You are all happy this morning and now I just keep getting angered looks and you slapped me!"

"Josh," she began.

"You slapped me!" he said again, a little tearful.

"Do you need some Kleenex?" C.J. said with a mocking air.

Josh took to her tone and turned on his feet. C.J. go up and followed him.

"Have you talked to Donna?" C.J. asked him keeping step as he headed for Sam's office.

"She's pretty pissed at me," Josh told her, seriously.

"Because you confessed love for her in front of the President?"

"No she doesn't even known about that yet," Josh protested.

"Oh than she was just regular angry with you?"

Josh didn't even bother to answer her. "I have no idea what I am supposed to be doing."

"What do you mean?"

"I've confessed my love, screwed up in almost everyway, can't remember proposing and now I have to wait until Tuesday to talk with her again."

C.J. didn't have much of an answer. She just shrugged.

When they reached Sam's office Bonnie stopped them.

"Josh the President wants you."

He looked at C.J. with a grave look of dissatisfaction. He might never get Donna's fathers blessing, and though the President was no where near as close to Donna as he was his daughters Josh was terribly afraid to face him. He also took into account that not long ago he had been a complete idiot, in front of the President, of the United States, the Commander and Chief, the Big Guy; and as these analogies ran though Josh's head he walked towards the Oval Office.

Charlie was there smiling.

"Hear you asked for his blessing?" Charlie mocked.

Josh kinda nodded, "Something like that."

Mrs. Landingham came in. "So you finally did it Josh?" she said with a smile. "I think it's very romantic."

Josh opened his mouth to protest.

"Have a cookie," she ordered.

Josh now more fearing an attack, or ambush took the cookie and waited for his sit down with the President. Thoughts of fantastical horror ran through his mind. The only way he could stop from running was to focus on the ridicule he would later suffer if he did.

"You can go in now," Charlie told him, hanging up his phone.

Josh took a deep breath and stepped through the white door.