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Author: Rose [rosiethebug@yahoo.com] Disclaimer: They're not mine, which is a good thing because I never would have been able to write an episode as amazingly brilliant as The War at Home. Who here thinks Leo kicks ass? ME! Summary: Josh jumps to conclusions. Sequel to 'Vacationing in the Dairy State'. ************** Donna and Sam. Sam and Donna. Dating. In love. Lying to me. I am plagued by this nonsense, this utterly ridiculous excuse for life. Donna’s in love with Sam. Fine. Who gives a damn? Let them be in love. I don’t care. No, I do care. They’re my friends, and if they want to date I’m happy for them. She’ll just break his heart and destroy what little bit of sanity he has left, while he sends her into the deep depression that inevitably follows one of her painful breakups. I’m happy for them, I really am. But why the hell did they have to lie about it? Did they think I wouldn’t figure it out eventually? Were they just not going to invite me to the wedding? I can hear Sam now, “Well, we were going to tell you after the fifth kid, but you were so busy with the new gun legislation…” Ugh. I can’t believe this. Donna is in love with Sam. This is wrong on so many levels. All those times I just thought they were goofing off in my office to bug me they were…flirting. Oh God. This is my own little personal hell. Little demons spookily resembling Sam with a pitchfork flit about my tortured mind. Why didn’t they tell me? Did they think I’d be jealous? Jealous of Sam? Ridiculous. I’m not jealous. Why the hell would I be jealous? I’m *not* jealous. I’m pissed off. They should have damn well told me. And now Donna’s stranded in Wisconsin for God knows how long. I acted like an ass and she’s probably mad at me. Which is fine, because I’m pissed at her. Okay, it’s not fine. It should be fine, but it’s not. This is a mess, and I haven’t the slightest idea how to deal with it. They will never work. Sam is not Donna's type. Donna falls in love with assholes. Sam, no matter how clueless he may be, is no asshole. I suppose I should be glad Donna finally found a guy who will treat her the way she deserves to be treated. But Donna and Sam? It just doesn't make any sense. It's fundamentally wrong in a cosmic, fundamental way. Inherent wrongness. Just really, really wrong. Donna is in love with Sam. Plagued, I tell you. ****************************************************** That ass. That unmitigated horse’s ass. He thinks I’m dating Sam. Incredible. Has he gone absolutely insane? Don’t get me wrong, Sam is a very sweet, attractive man. I just have no romantic interest in him whatsoever. He’s a friend. A little buddy. I just compared the man to Gilligan, for Pete’s sake. How can Josh possibly think I’m in love with him? So he overheard something I said to my mother and walked in on a telephone conversation. That’s hardly conclusive evidence. And even if I was dating Sam, why should he care? I understand his being protective when I go out with guys he doesn’t know, but Sam’s his best friend. I would think this would be a great thing for him. He’d get both of us out of his hair. So what’s the deal? Any complaints he might have about dating in the work place are unfounded after his relationship with Mega-Bitch Mandy. If I sound a bit catty, that’s just because I am. Now that I have acknowledged my feelings for Josh I don’t have to hide my jealous loathing of Mandy Hampton. But I digress. Let's review the facts. He was furious when he realized I was on the phone with Sam. He was dejected when he heard I was dating someone. In any other man this would lead me to the conclusion of passionate jealousy, but this is Josh we’re talking about here. Still...I suppose he may be a little jealous. That certainly would explain his reaction to any attempt I make at having a social life. But what if I’m reading too much into it? There’s simply too good a chance that I’m misinterpreting all this. I couldn’t bear to come forward with my feelings, only to ruin our friendship when he doesn’t reciprocate. I sit in my room staring out the window pondering all this while the snow continues to fall. After nearly three days of deliberation, the ice has begun to melt and I have yet to make a decision. The End |
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