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Closer By Kandra Carter Grayson Summary: Josh and Donna’s 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. Author’s Note: This chapter is told from Donna’s 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. -------------------------------------------------- It’s 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 isn’t worried. He says we have a plan. I don’t think that we have any plan. At least not one that he’s told me about. "Donna? Are you hungry?" "Yeah. Are you?" "Yeah." "We should go get some lunch." "Okay." He doesn’t move. I didn’t expect him to. Of course, I’m not making a move to get up either. --------------------------------------------------- We had McDonald’s for dinner. And now, we are back at Josh’s apartment. Or our apartment as he’s 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 didn’t like that. I’m the one who’s supposed to know the most about him. I’m the one he’s supposed to confide in. And now, he can. I’ll be here twenty-four hours a day. "Donna?" "Yeah?" "Why are you being so quiet?" "I’m just thinking about how Andy knows more about you than I do." "Donna! He doesn’t know that much more about me!" "He asked how your mother was. I don’t even know your mother’s name! What else is there that I don’t know that Andy knows? High school girlfriends? College girlfriends?" Now, I know that I probably shouldn’t have said that. I can see the hurt and trust in his eyes. But I don’t know how to think when I’m around him. All I think about is him. "I don’t think you need to worry about my high school or college girlfriends considering the fact that I don’t talk to any of them anymore." "That’s not my point." "I know. I know. And it’s Amber, by the way." "What’s Amber?" "My mother’s name. I can’t wait for you to meet her. She’s gonna love you." I can’t 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. It’s not like you’re gonna meet her tomorrow." I guess that I must have had a look of terror on my face. "I know. There’s just so much we need to talk about Josh." "Donna, no there’s 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 that’s 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!" "Josh?" "Yeah?" "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 it’s supposed to be. The End
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