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See Part 1 blah blah blah.
What an incredibly long night this has been. And I have a sinking feeling that it isn't over yet. Atleast I'm out of those wet clothes. There is nothing like the feeling you get when you put on sweat pants and a sweatshirt after coming in from the cold. I finish putting my hair up in a pony tail and stare at my bed longingly. I'm so tired. I would love to crawl in it but I can't let Josh roam around my apartment alone. he might....I don't know...touch things. I leave my bedroom with a yawn and walk into the kitchen. I nearly fall over when I see what he's doing. "Coffee?" It's the only word I can produce. He looks up and hands me a cup. "That's what it is. Why?" "Well I didn't think you had it in you?" "What in me?" He looks slightly puzzled. "The ability to make coffee." He sticks out his toungue. Idiot. I finally get a good look at him. I'm the one who gave him the clothes but seeing them actually on him causes me to burst out laughing. All I had was a University of Wisconsin sweatshirt and purple sweatpants about a size to small. They are big on me but are way too small for him. It's hysterical. "And now your laughing at my clothes." He pretends to be hurt. "I'm afraid I am." "Your not very nice you know." "I've learned from the best." I take a sip of my coffee. I've honestly never tasted anything better in my life. I can feel the warm liquid surge through my body warming me up. It's so good I close my eyes and I think I actually sigh. It's a sad, sad day when I get my excitement from a cup of coffee. I open my eyes and Josh is staring at me. He's got an expression on his face I can't read. And this concerns me because after three years I know every expression Josh Lyman can produce. "Good?", He he says huskily. I don't understand that tone either. "Very. Maybe you can actually make coffee for me from now on at work." He's staring again. "Maybe." Maybe? Maybe? Did he just say maybe? No smart remark. No "Donna that's your job?" Maybe he's getting sick. I decide to ask as much. "Are you okay?" "Fine." He gives me a weak smile. "Donna, I have to go to the bathroom." We'll thanks for sharing buddy. "You know where it is." And he puts down his cup and bolts to the bathroom. ******************************************************************** Okay. I'm freaking out. I'm losing my mind. I'm talking to myself in the mirror. I'm suddenly feeing strange. Suddenly I'm developing these feelings. Feelings for Donna. Today, Tonight, while we were walking.....having her so close to me. I don't know. Maybe the cold has had an effect on my brain. But now when I see her I can't help but notice just how beautiful she is. I mean I always knew she was but it's just starting to have an effect on me. Does that make any sense? Then she's drinking coffee and I'm struck by her....I don't know how to describe it. She's Donna. Well I've got to go back out there before she thinks I've flushed my self down the toilet. I just won't think about it right now. I can do that. "Donna?" She's curled up on the couch. Maybe I'll just curl up next to her. That's really not a good way to put it out of my mind though. "What?" She turns to look at me. I look away out the window. The winds are whipping. "I'm bored." I don't know where that came from. I just say it. You know how sometimes you just say stuff you don't really mean. "Well good for you." Some how I don't think she appreciated that. "I mean, we're stuck here all night. atleast. Shouldn't we do something." She looks at me. I swear she gives me a sly smile. "What did you have in mind?" oh the many possible answers I have to this question. And what I will take as a sign from above to keep my hormones in check the lights flicker before I can say anything. Her eyes grow wide. "Josh! Please, tell me the powers not going to go out." "The powers not going to go out." I say it with such confidence it's really a shame what has to happen next. The power goes out. The room is completely black. I look out the window into the blackness. "The whole neighborhood's out." even in the pitch black I can sense the expression on her face. It's not a good one. "Perfect. Just perfect."
TBC.....................
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