By Kandra Carter Grayson
Summary: Josh and Donnaís weekend of peace
Disclaimer: All West Wing characters mentioned in this story belong to Aaron Sorkin, the genius behind the best show on television. All other characters that I make up belong to me.
Authorís Note: This chapter is told from Donnaís POV.
We need to keep our hands off of each other. Otherwise, Monday is not going to go very well.
Josh and I did not go get dinner last night.
Josh and I did not leave my room last night.
And, I think Josh is much more comfortable with packing my underwear drawer now.
Monday is not going to go very well.
Itís lunchtime now. I think we need to get up soon, and start to talk about what we are going to do in the staff meeting on Monday. Josh isnít worried. He says we have a plan. I donít think that we have any plan. At least not one that heís told me about.
"Donna? Are you hungry?"
"Yeah. Are you?"
"We should go get some lunch."
He doesnít move.
I didnít expect him to. Of course, Iím not making a move to get up either.
We had McDonaldís for dinner. And now, we are back at Joshís apartment. Or our apartment as heís been calling it.
I decided to move in with him when he told me that Andy fromWal-Mart has become one of his best friends. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I have friends back in Madison that work at Wal-Mart. But when he told me that Andy knows more about him than I do, I decided I didnít like that.
Iím the one whoís supposed to know the most about him. Iím the one heís supposed to confide in. And now, he can. Iíll be here twenty-four hours a day.
"Why are you being so quiet?"
"Iím just thinking about how Andy knows more about you than I do."
"Donna! He doesnít know that much more about me!"
"He asked how your mother was. I donít even know your motherís name! What else is there that I donít know that Andy knows? High school girlfriends? College girlfriends?"
Now, I know that I probably shouldnít have said that. I can see the hurt and trust in his eyes. But I donít know how to think when Iím around him. All I think about is him.
"I donít think you need to worry about my high school or college girlfriends considering the fact that I donít talk to any of them anymore."
"Thatís not my point."
"I know. I know. And itís Amber, by the way."
"My motherís name. I canít wait for you to meet her. Sheís gonna love you."
I canít meet his mother! What is she gonna say to me? What is she gonna think of me? And our age difference? What is she gonna think about that?
"Donna, relax. Itís not like youíre gonna meet her tomorrow."
I guess that I must have had a look of terror on my face.
"I know. Thereís just so much we need to talk about Josh."
"Donna, no thereís not. Does this feel right to you?"
Josh leaned down and kissed her. Breaking apart, Josh looked at her with questioning eyes.
"Yes, Josh, that feels perfect."
"Then thatís all that should matter. We have the rest of our lives to get around to answering silly questions like who we took to our senior proms and what we had for dinner on Christmas 1980. Right now, I want to concentrate on you and me. Nothing else."
"Charles Mickleson and turkey."
"Donna! I was kidding!"
"Shut up and kiss me."
He leaned down and kissed me, and before I knew it, we were headed towards his bedroom. Or our bedroom, as I guess I should be saying. Oh yeah, this is the way itís supposed to be.