Disclaimer: I have a cow… well no some meat in the fridge… which I own… the meat… but I don't own them… these characters… le sigh…
Author's Note: Gah sorry… it's cliché… still I love it!
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"JOSH!" she screamed, but she grabbed her head and flexed in pain.
"Shhhh…" Josh mumbled. "Don't you remember… hangover."
"Josh!" she yelled a little softer. "What did we do?"
Josh looked at the paper. He sat up quickly. "Ummm… I guess we…"
"Josh we got married!" she yelled, then let out a slow moan of pain. "We actually… and we…"
"Donna don't worry." He tried to sound comforting.
"JOSH!" she shook her head.
"Shhhh…."
"Really I have to stop yelling."
Josh wandered around the room looking for his boxers. Donna tried not to stare, it was hard for her to do. She pretended to be looking for her own clothes.
"Ummm… should we be talking about an annulment here?"
She looked back over at him. It was a logical question for sure. She just couldn't help but feel a little hurt. "I don't know if…"
He turned around and looked right at her. "Yeah…" he mumbled. "I was thinking that too." He smiled, grinned, dimples and all.
She smiled back. "But we…"
"Right I know…" he answered. "We can't…"
"There's no way we can tell them!"
He raised his eyebrows. "Why?"
She was pretty sure her reason would be different than his reason. She felt kinda stuck… stuck between half naked Josh and running away from it all. She had wanted this for a long time, wanted life with Josh, forever after. But she didn't want it this way.
"Did you really want… to…." She stuttered, there was no way she could tell him this. "Oh god..." she shook her head. It's just so cliché.
"You didn't want to get married this way?" Josh asked in a soft tone.
She smiled and nodded.
He let out a soft laugh. "Donna I know what you mean but…" he held up the piece of paper. "We're going to have to tell them. I mean this is going to…"
"Oh god," she said. "The Press."
Josh nodded.
She looked around the room now, suddenly realizing how this situation was going to play out. She found her clothes in a frenzy. "Okay," she said holding up a hand.
Josh couldn't stop staring at the paper. "I mean I guess it wasn't totally out of the realm of possibilities."
"I'm going to take a shower."
"I mean we got pretty drunk."
"And then we'll have breakfast."
"And we were all engaged and excited."
"And then we will devise a plan, and think about maybe…"
"And we were planning to do it eventually… so I guess…"
"Josh!"
He looked up at her. "Right right."
She knew he hadn't heard a thing she said. She shook her head and sighed. "I'm going to shower."
Josh smiled. "I'll join you!"
She held up a hand. "Josh. We have to…"
"Devise a plan!"
"Right," she sighed.
Josh started to back away.
Donna reached out and touched his shoulder. "After the shower."