You Look Familiar.... Part 2
Author: Donna Moss
Spoilers: As I go on, and continue, I will add new things. Let's just say everything to be sure.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they're from the great writing god-Aaron Sorkin.
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: PG
Summary: "He looks familiar. Not like I've seen him in the newspapers, like something else." She thought as she walked into his office.
Author's Note: Read Part 1, you won't get it if you don't. I just noticed the age difference, so I added a few years to Donna, and took away a few years to Josh, after all, I can do that, it's a fanfic. I was staring at the boy of my dreams, and wondering what would happen if I walked into his office on the campaign trail, 20 years from now. Sequel to You look familiar Part 1. Enjoy.
Alternating P.O.V.
Josh P.O.V.
"Oh My God."
"DONNA!" I screamed, as she hit the floor.
"Ow, that really hurt." She rubbed her head as it came in contact with the wall.
"Are you OK?" I asked. I think I snickered a bit as I said this.
"Yeah, I just thought of something."
"What did you think of? It couldn't have been that bad." Thoughts ran through my head like there was no tomorrow.
"Nothing, it's kind of embarrassing."
"OK, if you need to talk about it, you know where my office is, obviously." I thought it might be something personal.
"Yeah, I guess I do, it's just, nothing. It's nothing like that."
"OK, here." I offered her my hand, and she took it, as she brushed her pants off, and fixed her hair.
The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, except for the fact that she was avoiding me. I thought it might have something to do with that ex of hers, Dr. Freeride.
~*~ 20 years earlier~*~
"Remember, the last day for playoffs is November 16th. Have a good day."
November 16th, I'll have to remember that, I haven't even started, and we need 6 to get an A. I should have picked the trombone, I'm sure not meeting any guys on the flute. Although there is that guy in 6th period....
"Oh, Hi." He was so cute, & he had no idea that I liked him. But that again, half the girls in school did too. His dimples, his swagger, he walks around like he owns the place.
"Hey, you're in my 6th period class, aren't you?" He said.
"Yeah, Sidenbender's history class."
"Oh, I thought you looked familiar."
"Yeah, anyway, see you around."
"Yeah, maybe."
Then he smiled that smile that makes me melt every time I see it. Maybe it was just 8th grade puppy love, maybe not....
"Bye Donna!"

Chapter 3



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