Late Night Ramblings
Thursday
2:30 AM
"She likes you and she's afraid it is starting to show."
Donna likes me?
Of course she likes me. If she hated
me she would have quit long ago.
But I think it is like in junior high, she "likes" me, as opposed
to just likes me. God, I'm starting to
sound like I'm twelve. I didn't like 12
when I was 12, I certainly don't want to go back there now.
Joey can't be right. That can't be
the reason Donna is pushing me to ask Joey out.
She said we would make a cute couple.
We would and like Donna said we wouldn't have to get new monogrammed
towels. Like I have monogrammed
towels. My towels don't even match my
bathroom.
OK, I'm not getting anywhere.
Maybe Sam can help. No, I think he
went home a while ago.
Home, maybe I should go there too. I
don't feel like going home.
Maybe a drink, no as Donna would say, sensitive system. She's right about that, but I'll never admit
that to her.
So, don't want to go home, can't go out for a drink. Maybe a walk.
A walk, I can do that. But it's
February in Washington DC
not to mention almost 3 in the morning.
Maybe a walk along the mall isn't such a great idea. So I'll just wander the halls here.
The bullpen is empty. Even Leo went
home. I know the President is going to Dover
to meet the plane. I don't envy him one
bit. But he'll be fine, he always is.
Anyway, back to Donna. She likes me,
so she's using misdirection to cover it up.
I think I have that right.
So I guess I am misdirected in my ruining all of her dates. I shouldn't be ruining them, I should be the
one dating her.
Here's the thing....
I never admitted to anyone, myself included, how I feel about Donna. I guess now would be a good time to admit to
myself that I like her. I mean
"like" her like her. There I
did it. The ceiling didn't come crashing
down around me. The earth didn't open up
and swallow me whole.
I, Joshua Lyman, Deputy Chief of Staff of the United
States have feelings for my assistant, the
beautiful, alabaster skinned, blue eyed, trivia spouting Donnatella Moss.
God, I hope I didn't just yell that aloud.
I think I did.
OK, I don't see anyone running towards me.
Maybe I should go outside.
The Rose Garden. A nice place to think. No roses in February, but that's fine. Considering I didn't bring my overcoat I
don't think I'll be out here long.
OK, she likes me, I like her, now what.
Talk to her about it?
No, not yet. If it weren't for Joey
I probably would have never noticed it in the first place. Well, I'm sure I would have seen it
someday. Probably when it was too late.
I need a plan. But Donna is my plan
maker. Where do I turn? Sam?
Maybe. We did just talk about
Donna over breakfast. He didn't seem too
surprised that I tend to sabotage all of Donna's dates. I guess I am jealous.
OK, so it shouldn't have taken me this long to realize that, but I'm a guy,
and that's the only explanation I have.
For starters, I don't ask out Joey Lucas.
I mean, she's nice, we get along great but, let's face it, she's no
Donna Moss.
I guess I should start paying more attention to Donna. Not more attention exactly, but closer
attention. Maybe she is trying to hide
her feelings. I wish she wouldn't do
that.
OK, enough of the Rose Garden, it's too damn cold out here. Back to my office I guess. Maybe catch a few hours sleep on the couch.
How come this couch is plenty comfortable in the middle of the day, when I
shouldn't be lounging on it and not so comfortable at 4:00 in the morning?
Maybe because Donna isn't coming in here to check on me, to cover me up
and watch me when I sleep. I know she
watches me when I sleep in here, she thinks I don't know, but I do. I won't let on I know.
***********
Where am I? Oh, yeah, my office, how
could I forget?
Why is someone brushing back my hair and caressing my cheek.
OK eyes, time to open, prove to me I'm not dreaming.
"Josh"
I'm not dreaming. The beautiful,
alabaster skinned, blue eyed, trivia spouting Donnatella Moss is kneeling on
the floor next to the couch.
"Josh, it's 6:45, you have a meeting in 15 minutes"
"Donna" I think my voice
did a really weird croaking/squeaking thing just now.
Guess she heard it too.
"Here's some water. Hope you
have some clean clothes in your closet"
I can't help but stare at her as she goes to look in the closet. She emerges with something for me to put on
and stands in front of me.
"Joshua, your staring is starting to creep me out. Here, get changed, and do something with your
hair. It's standing up, as usual"
The hair is all her fault; she was the one running her fingers through
it. OK, so I'm sure I contributed to its
current state last night while I was thinking.
It's a nervous habit, so sue me.
She leaves to let me change.
OK, so far a normal morning, nothing out of the ordinary. Except for the fingers through my hair and
the cheek-caressing thing. But maybe she
does that all the time when I'm asleep and I just don't know it, cause I'm
asleep.
I throw on a clean shirt, a new tie and some socks. I sit back down on the couch to put on my
shoes. She comes back in, with coffee.
Now it's my turn to get creeped out.
"Coffee? What's the occasion?"
"No occasion. By the way, the
thing with Joey Lucas, you were right.
Don't ask her out."
"What?"
"You heard me. Five minutes in Leo's office, don't be late"
THE END
