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Joan and Luke walked to the bus stop, missing one of their company it was a little quieter than usual. Joan was trying to plait her hair backwards and Luke wasn't rambling on about his theory on whether NASA really landed on the moon or not. They were just half a block away from their stop when Joan spotted a fairly familiar face in the park, God. Luke kept going as Joan walked towards Him, "I'll catch up, don't wait up," Joan shouted, Luke turned and saluted. God was in His cute boy form, and was leaning against a tall tree in the centre of the park.
"Good afternoon Joan," He said.
"I'm guessing this wont stop until either Xiao or I, are burnt at some stake right," she sighed, God laughed.
"Come on Joan. Xiao's excepted that I'm a part of her life, why cant you?"
"Because Xiao… because she's got it all worked out. When I-"
"When you are still troubled by Adam." He finished. "Walk with me Joan."
"I cant." Joan said bluntly. God raised an eye brow as if to say 'I-Am-The-Almighty-Do-As-I-Ask-Joan'. Joan sighed and nodded reluctantly. They walked towards a small coffee shop by the edge of the park,
"Coffee?" Joan asked, "Or… can you not drink?"
"Why not?" He questioned her,
"I don't know." She said, shrugging her shoulders,
"When I said 'why not' I meant sure." He said. Joan frowned a little,
"Weird." She muttered.
"So, Adam still angry?" God said casually, Joan felt a sting in her chest,
"Yes," she whispered. God nodded,
"Have you talked to him?"
"No." she said a little loudly. God sat at a small table for two,
"Please Joan, have a seat," Joan sat opposite Him, and gazed at the empty park.
"Can you make sure his angels are watching over him?" she asked dreamily, "Can you ask his angels to look after him?" God sighed,
"You are his angel Joan. Tell him for yourself."
"Will he listen?"
"Would you?" God asked Joan, who took a deep breathe,
"No, I would kick me out of the house and take an even bigger effort to see less of me," she said, thinking in Adams' shoes.
"So how can you talk to him without him stopping you?" God asked her, Joan closed her eyes and thought of the many forms of communication, "A café latte please, and what would you like Joan?" He asked, Joan jumped out of her trance. The young waitress frowned,
"Um, a white tea, no sugar," Joan mumbled. God nodded to the waitress, and waved her away. "I'll write him a letter!" Joan said suddenly. God smiled and nodded, Joan clapped her hands together, smiling. "He'll have to read it!" she reassured herself. The drinks came and Joan sipped her tea, thinking of how she could begin her letter, when God looked up into the sky,
"Joan, it's best if you go home,"
"Why?" Joan said breaking her thoughts,
"Because Joan, it is going to rain in two minutes," God said, Joan rolled her eyes,
"It's the end of May!"
"I know. But I don't like it to get too dry, here." He handed her a clear umbrella, "You'll need this." Joan rolled her eyes and took the umbrella. God stood up, "Alright, Joan. I have things to do."
"Wait! Aren't you going to finish your latte?" Joan called after Him, but He walked behind a tree and didn't come back around. Joan frowned, but then looked at the table, small spots of water, or rain, were sitting on her table. Joan frowned even more,
"Dammit, it's May! Why does it rain in May?" she moaned as she opened the umbrella and began to walk home.
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Joan heard a knock on her door, "Who is it?" she called taking off her headphones, Kevin poked his head through. "Oh," Joan said. Kevin wheeled in next to Joan's bed,
"I've been trying to call Xiao, but she's not answering, is something wrong?" he asked, Joan sat up,
"She's gone back home,"
"What? Why?" he asked anxiously, Joan spoke slowly,
"Nothing serious. Her grandmother is sick, so she left around lunch for New Zealand." Kevin nodded. "She said she'll email us."
"I bet she's on the plane right now," Kevin said a little blankly, "having her toast with Marmite, and a mug of Milo." He added with a smile. Joan laughed,
"Milo… Oh, that somehow reminds me. Xiao's pupil, we'll have to ask Xiao for her number so we can tell her she's away." She thought suddenly, Kevin nodded.
"We must also ask her to bring back some Milo and Marmite." He joked.
"True, true."
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