You Look Familiar.... Part 3
Author: Donna Moss
Spoilers: As I add more, I will update....so....
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they're Mr. Benjamin's. I just write about them.
Summary: "He looks familiar, not like I've seen him in the newspapers, but like somewhere else." She thought as she walked into his office.
Author's Note: A continuation of 1 and 2. You won't get it if you don't read them. It'll just get more clueless by the second. I was sitting and looking at the boy of my dreams, when I wondered, what would happen if I walked into his campaign office 20 years from now?
Present Day Josh P.O.V.
"Where did you live before you went to college?" I was bored.
"Don't you have that speech to do or something?"
I smacked my head. I had completely forgotten about that speech.
"But Donna, they forgot to bring the funny, and I don't think I should have to fix it. It wasn't my fault." Connie and Bruno had once again screwed up the President's speech, and forgotten to bring the funny. At least we can always count on one thing.
"Go ahead, whine like that one more time."
She motioned with her stack of papers at me.
"What are you going to do? Paper cut me to death?"
"For someone who brags about his reading SAT scores so often I think you would have something better to say than "What are you going to do? Paper cut me to death?""
"Go do something productive."
"I need funny people for the speech."
"Know any funny people?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
20 years earlier Josh P.O.V.
"Oh Hi Donna!" I shouted to her retreating figure. Good, she was alone.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you."
She seemed happy, I wonder if she knew what the rumors that were going around were about.
"I have something I want to talk to you about."
"OK." She looked nervous.
"Donna, there are rumors, I don't know if you knew anything, but there are rumors, and they are about well, us. That were...."
"In a certain way, yes. I was wondering if you knew anything about the person, or persons that might have formed or added to these supposed rumors." Wow, I sounded so eloquent. Those are definitely the words I want coming out of my mouth on election day. LYMAN FOR PRESIDENT '01!
"You do?" I think my voice just rose an octave.
"But I don't know if I want to divulge that information."
"Don't be flippant."
"I'm not being flippant."
I know she did that on purpose. She flashed me flippant smile, while she said that in a flippant tone-of-voice, while she was standing, I don't know, flippantly.
"That's mean, and you know I'm going to find out anyway."
I tried to sound condescending, but somehow I couldn't. She turned away. As she turned away though, I couldn't help but notice the look on her face. At first I was confused, but then I recognized it.
Donna Moss likes me.