Oof. I got my wisdom teeth pulled last Friday and my jaw is still sore. Yep, all four of them. Ouch. It was funny though, the only thing I remember about the surgery is the doctor and nurse talking about sports and I remember them causing pain to my top jaw. . . O.o
5
Just walk in the building. Pretend nothing happened. Don't make a fool of yourself. . . like usual. . .
J.D. strutted the best he could into the hospital, his backpack over his shoulder. He surveyed the area and sighed before making his way down the hall to the elevator.
"Hey. . . lover boy!" a familiar voice rang behind him and J.D. immediately tensed up before turning around to face the Janitor.
"How do you know. . ." for a moment, J.D. feared the worst.
"Last night, I saw you. Seemed to be in a rush to leave. Figured you had a date." The Janitor winked as if he knew exactly what was going on.
"I didn't have a date. I went. . . home." J.D. pondered why he felt the need to explain himself to this man.
"Sure you did. Sure you did." The Janitor nodded knowingly and continued on his way. J.D. watched him go before continuing on the way he was going as well.
If I can just avoid him the rest of my life. . . yeah like that'll work. Where am I going to hide? Behind the vending machine? Ha!
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J.D. peeked out from behind the vending machine, but ducked back behind when he saw Carla and Michael approaching, obviously in deep conversation.
". . . so stupid of me. I shouldn't have done that. He probably hates me now." Michael was saying to Carla. Carla put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. He looked like he was enjoying it." Carla winked and J.D. bit his tongue so as not to say anything. "Want anything from the machine?"
"Oh, no. I'm not very hungry. But. . . thanks." The two nurses walked off at the same time Dr. Cox showed up. J.D. decided to stay where he was hidden and hoped Dr. Cox wouldn't notice. No such luck.
"Get out from behind the vending machine, Cinderella. We've got work to do." Dr. Cox started walking off offering no help to J.D. at all.
"Um. . . help? Somebody? Hello. . ."
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"What've we got Dr. Cox?" J.D. asked as he rubbed his shin, not taking the time to notice the other person standing in the room.
"Glad you could make it from behind the vending machine. This is Sandra. . ." Dr. Cox talked but J.D. heard none of it and nodded his head at what he figured was the appropriate time. He was thinking about the night before again.
What was going on? I can't believe Carla saw! What was Carla saying about how I enjoyed it. I didn't. --flashback-- okay, maybe I did a little. What does that make me then?
". . . and I'm the biggest girl in the entire hospital. I haven't heard a single word Dr. Cox has said." Dr. Cox finished with a glint of. . . something in his eyes. J.D. nodded and finally realized what Dr. Cox said. "Yeah. . . one of the things you need to remember when you're a doctor is that you listen. Stop fantasizing about whatever scary thing goes on in your head and take a history."
J.D. watched Dr. Cox leave and sighed. Why did he always have to make a fool of himself in front of Dr. Cox?
"Is there anything you need me to do Doctor?" the question startled J.D. who thought he was the only person in the room besides the patient who was staring at the ceiling with boredom.
"Mi-Michael?" J.D. stammered, unsure of what else to say.
So much for trying to avoid him. Come on beeper, beep! Come on, don't stand there like an idiot. Why do I never listen to myself! ARGG!
"Hi, J.D.. I'd say something like 'fancy meeting you here', but I guess that line doesn't work when we're co-workers. It's kind of unavoidable, huh?" Michael tried his best to tease, but neither man laughed sincerely.
"I. . . um. . ." J.D. tried again.
"No, I should apologize. I took advantage of you and your state at the time. It was wrong of me. I know you like women." Michael looked as if he planned on to continue talking but J.D. finally stopped him.
"Maybe we should talk about this. . . later."
Don't invite him over.
"Where?" Michael searched J.D.'s face but got nothing. "How about you come to my place when you're through with work tonight?"
"Okay, sure." J.D. shrugged like it was no biggie while inside, his guts were tangling and his stomach was turning.
I could start a circus with the way all my insides are flipping and turning. --fantasy-- Michael is a ring leader with an obviously fake mustache. 'Come see the J.D. and his acrobatic insides! You've never seen a stomach turn in such a way before!' J.D. is lying on a table as all his friends watch. --end fantasy--
"Does your friend normally twitch like that?" Sandra asked Michael. Michael watched J.D. as he stared into space, still lost in the fantasy of his circus guts.
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"So. . ." Elliot asked J.D. at lunch. ". . . what's going on with you and Michael, huh?" She leaned in as if it was all a conspiracy. J.D. almost stabbed himself with the plastic knife he was using to cut his chicken.
Carla didn't. . .
"What're you talking about?"
"The Janitor said he saw you two leaving together last night and Carla told me she opened the door to see you. . ."
Oh no! She's got that look in her eyes! She knows! Quick, think of an excuse. Whatever you do, don't panic.
"Long day, too much to drink. Things happen, you know. It was an accident. Accidents happen, right? Ha, ha, ha, ha!" J.D. said faster than the speed of light to a very confused Elliot. She laid her fork down and darted her eyes around the room as if expecting someone to offer her a reason for J.D.'s strange behavior.
"What are you talking about?" Elliot laughed. "You're acting like I'm accusing you of kissing him or something." Elliot's smiled faded and her eyes began to sparkle. She leaned in again and whispered. "You didn't kiss did you?"
I just couldn't keep my mouth shut, could I?
"Of course. . . not. Much." J.D. couldn't believe he just said what he did. Elliot paused in mid bite, her fork hovering almost into her mouth. Her arm stayed like that a minute before she slowly lowered it and a smile crept upon her face.
"Was it good?"
"Elliot!"
"What? It's a fair question. . ." Elliot protested. J.D. shoveled some mashed potato into his mouth to avoid an answer, knowing full well he'd have to get there eventually.
"I wasn't really awake fully. . . we were both kind of drunk. . . it was. . . different."
"That's it? Just different? Oh, you're no fun." Elliot laughed and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Maybe I'll ask him myself."
J.D. slammed his hand on the panic button and tried to think of something that would stop her.
"You don't even know where he is. HA!" J.D. crossed his arms in what he thought was victory. Elliot stood up, abandoning her tray.
"Sure I do. He's right there." Elliot pointed to the table where J.D, had sat with Michael the day before.
J.D. had no time to stop her.
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It was closing in on eleven at night when J.D. finally got away from work. He looked at the piece of paper with Michael's address scribbled neatly down. Directions were on the back in case they were needed, but J.D. couldn't make head or tail out of them. So he handed them to Carla.
"Do you understand this?" J.D. flapped the paper in her face. Carla snatched the flapping paper and looked it over.
"Oh, yeah. Whose apartment is this? You can walk to it from here." Carla gave the paper back to J.D. who still tried to figure it out. "Look, Bambi. Give me five minutes and I'll walk with you." Carla went to get her coat and tell Turk she'd be a little late coming home.
J.D. was already in the lobby when Carla showed up and the two of them headed off. J.D. found out the directions were easier to follow than he thought and the trip was going smoothly.
Until the dog.
Neither J.D. nor Carla knew exactly why or how, but somehow the dog came tearing up to J.D., there was a frenzy of barking and yelling and J.D. was left standing in the cold night air with no pants.
Carla doubled over with laughter and when she had her fill, she glanced around for J.D.'s pants but they were nowhere to be seen.
"Well, we're closer to Michael's apartment. I guess you'll have to go up."
"Why don't I go home first and get some pants, then come back."
"You think they'll let you on the bus like that? Or in a cab? Or walking down the street? Or. . ."
"Okay, okay. . . I'll see you later then." J.D. jumped up and down to warm his legs. Carla burst out laughing once more. "Hey! Eyes up here woman!" J.D. motioned to his face at another woman who was walking past.
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Then there he was, standing in his underwear at the door of Michael Williams. He knocked on the door and looked up and down the hallway to make sure nobody saw him. The knob turned and the door flew open.
J.D.'s heart did a backflip at what he saw.
So did Michael's.
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What did J.D. see when the door opened? What is Michael's reaction going to be? What are they going to talk about. . . alone. . . at eleven at night. . . I'm know what you're thinking but don't get your hopes up. . . yet. O.o