Disclaimer: I don't own Joan of Arcadia, the town, or it's characters. I'm
just a college student.
Chapter 4 uses "I turn everything over," by Switchfoot
Chapter 4: I turn everything over
Everything had happened so fast, and before Joan knew it, she was on her way to school that next morning. Luke was next to her and his silence was making the ride there even more uncomfortable than it needed to be,
"So what's new with science?" Joan asked seriously, trying to lighten the moment.
"What kind of a question is that, really? What's new with science? There's ALWAYS something new with science, everyday . . ." he explained, using hand gestures. Joan knew asking him something like this would get him talking, and any conversation, even scientific conversation, was better than nothing.
"Very cool," she said, as her mind drifted in a different direction.
"And you're paying absolutely no attention to what I just said," he laughed, "Forget me for a second, what's up with you lately?"
"Nothing much," she lied so obviously that he could tell, "I just feel happy,"
"Right," he said as they parked, "I'll find out," he yelled back to her as they parted ways.
Adam walked to his locker and threw his bag in. His mind having been preoccupied with other things, he hadn't gotten much homework done last night. "And that's why I love study hall," he said aloud to himself as he shut the locker. Turning around, he saw her standing there in front of him, like an angel; though much different than the ones he talked to secretly. Her lips formed a smile, and her cheeks took the color of the red shirt she was wearing as she touched his soft hair playfully,
"Good morning," he said smiling, "Joan, you look . . ."
"Tired?" she asked laughing, "Because I am pretty tired,"
"Actually, I was going to say beautiful, but now that you mention it, you look kind of tired too," he said as she jokingly hit him lightly in the stomach,
"I better get to class," she said frowning, "I don't think Mom would like it much if she saw me in the office again," he smiled, "I just though I'd say hi before school started, as corny as that may sound," she said but he interrupted her by placing his index finger over her lips,
"You worry too much," Her pouting lips turned into a smile once again underneath his finger, "See you at lunch then?" he asked hopefully.
"Okay," she said as he kissed her forehead and left for class. Moments later, Grace tapped her on the shoulder,
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"Monday found me on my knees again
Breathing you in
To blur the lines that mark where I begin
And where you end
No use in trying to pretend
Come take me again
Cause rumor has it I'm not who I've been
Come define me
What can we do
If the rumors are true?"
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"Coming to class or what?" she asked without enthusiasm,
"Yeah," Joan replied, starting to walk aside Grace to their first class.
"I saw you and Adam," Grace said, surprising Joan with normal conversation, "he kissed your forehead,"
"Yes," she said, her voice sounding quite flighty, making Grace temporarily stop walking,
"So are you guys a thing or something now?"
"Yes," Joan seemed to happy to function,
"Yeah, okay, um, Joan? When you come back from being a space cadet can you let me know? These one word airhead like answers aren't like you at all," she said walking ahead of her the rest of the way.
"Grace? Hey," she said, snapping out of her dreamlike state. Maybe everyone was right; she was acting a little differently than normal, but how couldn't she? She was starting a relationship with Adam Rove. Even thinking of him was enough to set her off course again, and she very likely would've been if it hadn't been for the bell. Rushing into English and sitting down in her inconvenient, regular seat in the middle of the room, all eyes were on her, including the teacher's.
"Ms. Girardi, I know you probably have more important things to do than coming to class on time, but maybe you could try to bump us," she said motioning to the class with her hands, "up in significance a notch or two or you'll be in the office," small snickers were heard around the room. *When will high school END?* Joan though as she put her head down on her books.
"Today we're going to start our writing projects," Mrs. Smith said smiling with glee as the students groaned. This was the giant project of the semester, worth half of their final grades. "Each of you will write a ten page paper on something or someone in history or in your own life that either has something in common with you, or has been influential to you in someway,"
Joan immediately thought of God. Could she write a paper on Him without causing a stir at school? She'd have no problem writing ten pages, it wasn't that, it wasn't even that she was afraid of people making fun of her, it was the question of whether it would be acceptable or not. She decided to do it on Joan of Arc instead. Positive that people would question why SHE had an influence on Joan, she began to dream up ways that would sound realistic without sounding like she was crazy.
Adam would have this assignment too, he just wouldn't get it until later in the day. Usually he could think of only one person that was worthy enough to write a paper on; his mother. But how could he end it by saying she committed suicide? Would he have to? Just because she did something that he wouldn't do didn't mean she wasn't an influence on him . . . *I'm just not a good enough writer,* he thought to himself, *and mom deserves to be glorified in the best way possible*
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"I turn everything over
I turn myself in
I turn everything over
I turn myself in
There's nothing left of me to defend
I turn everything over
I turn myself in"
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"Hello?" Kevin said, answering the phone at his desk at work.
"Kevin, hi," the sweet voice said. It was Rebecca, and he could tell by her tone that she was smiling.
"Rebecca," he sighed in happiness, "you need me to do some extra work or something?"
"No, I just wanted to ask you something without everyone else hearing. If I came out there it'd be a sure thing," she twisted her hair in her office.
"Is this something . . . personal?" he asked, obliviously moving his pencil in a circle like fashion on one of the papers he was working on.
"I guess you could say that," she said happily, "I know I'm your boss, and I know we've talked about this before," she began, "and I also know that people will talk about us if I they find out," her words were increasing in speed and even though he was still unaware, so were the circles he was drawing.
"Rebecca," he said laughing, "slow down a second, it's okay," he stopped as his pencil finally broke. He looked at it with a confused face then threw it in the pile of other pencils that needed to be sharpened.
"Would you like to maybe go out to dinner with me? Tonight?" she asked nervously.
"I would LOVE to," he said throwing his fist that wasn't holding the phone into the air in excitement. Other employees looked around as he slowly brought his hand down and waved as if nothing had happened.
"Is seven okay?" she asked, biting her lip.
"That's perfect, I'll pick you up . . . once I know where you live, of course,"
She laughed playfully and told him her address. She was relieved and happy that she hadn't made a complete fool of herself. Just because she was the boss didn't mean that she could keep everything else in her life under control.
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"The evidence convicts the hollow man
After looking inside
To my dismay I find I'm just one of them
Cause I'm an already but not yet resurrected fallen man
Come break this limbo
And I know you know just who I've been
Come define me"
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The bell rang for lunch and Grace flew out of the classroom. "Somewhere to go?" Joan asked, laughing, but Grace was already gone. "Well that's weird," she mumbled to herself. Continuing to run, Grace paid attention to know one as she got to the lunch line. Her goal was to the be the first so she could avoid a certain someone. Feeling successful, she took her tray and headed to get a soda from the machines when she saw him. Luke dropped his water and his face turned scarlet as he moved to pick it up. *Why is this happening NOW?* he thought. Grace walked past him but he stood up and yelled her name, forcing her and everyone around her to stop what they were doing. Embarrassed, he began to talk more quietly,
"Grace, wait," he pleaded.
I'd like to eat my lunch while it's actually hot. I'll see you around, okay?" she managed to say, her voice more nervous sounding than usual.
"No," he said running after her, careful to not drop his food or water again, "is it okay if I sit with you?"
"I, uh, always sit with Joan and Adam," she said but her eyes fell on the usual table and she turned away quickly as she saw Adam running his hand through Joan's hair, "but not TODAY," she finished, disgusted with what she'd just seen.
"Awesome, so . . ." Luke followed her as she put her tray on a table and sat down,
"Fine, sit," she motioned. He smiled and pulled out his chair,
"So what's new?" he started, trying to make conversation.
"Girardi, if you're going to sit with me, you have to understand one thing. First we eat, then, if there's time, we talk,"
"Of course," he said, shoving his food into his mouth at a remarkable rate. Grace laughed and smiled at this,
"Don't choke or anything," she said as they both laughed now.
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"Rumor has it you love me
Rumor has it the world spins upside down
Rumor has it my only hope is you
And the rumors are true
I turn everything over"
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"Have you told anyone about us yet?" Joan asked Adam as they sat very close to one another and ate their lunches.
"No," he said looking down, "I don't think anyone would believe me,"
"Why not?" she asked lowering her head so he could see her eyes.
"Well, have you told anyone?" he asked, avoiding the question.
"Grace asked this morning, and I'm going to tell my Mom tonight," she started but saw Adam's facial expression drop. "What? You don't want me to tell people?" she asked coldly. This bothered her.
"No, it's not that," he said with certainty and looked up at her, calming her down, "It's just that Grace . . ."
"What about her?" Joan wasn't getting it at all.
"Grace and I used to date a little . . ." he said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
A/N: Okay, I thought I'd try putting a song in here. I've done it my other fics and people have seemed to like it, so I thought I'd give it a whirl here. Anyways, I hope you're all still enjoying this story. Thanks.
Chapter 4 uses "I turn everything over," by Switchfoot
Chapter 4: I turn everything over
Everything had happened so fast, and before Joan knew it, she was on her way to school that next morning. Luke was next to her and his silence was making the ride there even more uncomfortable than it needed to be,
"So what's new with science?" Joan asked seriously, trying to lighten the moment.
"What kind of a question is that, really? What's new with science? There's ALWAYS something new with science, everyday . . ." he explained, using hand gestures. Joan knew asking him something like this would get him talking, and any conversation, even scientific conversation, was better than nothing.
"Very cool," she said, as her mind drifted in a different direction.
"And you're paying absolutely no attention to what I just said," he laughed, "Forget me for a second, what's up with you lately?"
"Nothing much," she lied so obviously that he could tell, "I just feel happy,"
"Right," he said as they parked, "I'll find out," he yelled back to her as they parted ways.
Adam walked to his locker and threw his bag in. His mind having been preoccupied with other things, he hadn't gotten much homework done last night. "And that's why I love study hall," he said aloud to himself as he shut the locker. Turning around, he saw her standing there in front of him, like an angel; though much different than the ones he talked to secretly. Her lips formed a smile, and her cheeks took the color of the red shirt she was wearing as she touched his soft hair playfully,
"Good morning," he said smiling, "Joan, you look . . ."
"Tired?" she asked laughing, "Because I am pretty tired,"
"Actually, I was going to say beautiful, but now that you mention it, you look kind of tired too," he said as she jokingly hit him lightly in the stomach,
"I better get to class," she said frowning, "I don't think Mom would like it much if she saw me in the office again," he smiled, "I just though I'd say hi before school started, as corny as that may sound," she said but he interrupted her by placing his index finger over her lips,
"You worry too much," Her pouting lips turned into a smile once again underneath his finger, "See you at lunch then?" he asked hopefully.
"Okay," she said as he kissed her forehead and left for class. Moments later, Grace tapped her on the shoulder,
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"Monday found me on my knees again
Breathing you in
To blur the lines that mark where I begin
And where you end
No use in trying to pretend
Come take me again
Cause rumor has it I'm not who I've been
Come define me
What can we do
If the rumors are true?"
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"Coming to class or what?" she asked without enthusiasm,
"Yeah," Joan replied, starting to walk aside Grace to their first class.
"I saw you and Adam," Grace said, surprising Joan with normal conversation, "he kissed your forehead,"
"Yes," she said, her voice sounding quite flighty, making Grace temporarily stop walking,
"So are you guys a thing or something now?"
"Yes," Joan seemed to happy to function,
"Yeah, okay, um, Joan? When you come back from being a space cadet can you let me know? These one word airhead like answers aren't like you at all," she said walking ahead of her the rest of the way.
"Grace? Hey," she said, snapping out of her dreamlike state. Maybe everyone was right; she was acting a little differently than normal, but how couldn't she? She was starting a relationship with Adam Rove. Even thinking of him was enough to set her off course again, and she very likely would've been if it hadn't been for the bell. Rushing into English and sitting down in her inconvenient, regular seat in the middle of the room, all eyes were on her, including the teacher's.
"Ms. Girardi, I know you probably have more important things to do than coming to class on time, but maybe you could try to bump us," she said motioning to the class with her hands, "up in significance a notch or two or you'll be in the office," small snickers were heard around the room. *When will high school END?* Joan though as she put her head down on her books.
"Today we're going to start our writing projects," Mrs. Smith said smiling with glee as the students groaned. This was the giant project of the semester, worth half of their final grades. "Each of you will write a ten page paper on something or someone in history or in your own life that either has something in common with you, or has been influential to you in someway,"
Joan immediately thought of God. Could she write a paper on Him without causing a stir at school? She'd have no problem writing ten pages, it wasn't that, it wasn't even that she was afraid of people making fun of her, it was the question of whether it would be acceptable or not. She decided to do it on Joan of Arc instead. Positive that people would question why SHE had an influence on Joan, she began to dream up ways that would sound realistic without sounding like she was crazy.
Adam would have this assignment too, he just wouldn't get it until later in the day. Usually he could think of only one person that was worthy enough to write a paper on; his mother. But how could he end it by saying she committed suicide? Would he have to? Just because she did something that he wouldn't do didn't mean she wasn't an influence on him . . . *I'm just not a good enough writer,* he thought to himself, *and mom deserves to be glorified in the best way possible*
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"I turn everything over
I turn myself in
I turn everything over
I turn myself in
There's nothing left of me to defend
I turn everything over
I turn myself in"
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"Hello?" Kevin said, answering the phone at his desk at work.
"Kevin, hi," the sweet voice said. It was Rebecca, and he could tell by her tone that she was smiling.
"Rebecca," he sighed in happiness, "you need me to do some extra work or something?"
"No, I just wanted to ask you something without everyone else hearing. If I came out there it'd be a sure thing," she twisted her hair in her office.
"Is this something . . . personal?" he asked, obliviously moving his pencil in a circle like fashion on one of the papers he was working on.
"I guess you could say that," she said happily, "I know I'm your boss, and I know we've talked about this before," she began, "and I also know that people will talk about us if I they find out," her words were increasing in speed and even though he was still unaware, so were the circles he was drawing.
"Rebecca," he said laughing, "slow down a second, it's okay," he stopped as his pencil finally broke. He looked at it with a confused face then threw it in the pile of other pencils that needed to be sharpened.
"Would you like to maybe go out to dinner with me? Tonight?" she asked nervously.
"I would LOVE to," he said throwing his fist that wasn't holding the phone into the air in excitement. Other employees looked around as he slowly brought his hand down and waved as if nothing had happened.
"Is seven okay?" she asked, biting her lip.
"That's perfect, I'll pick you up . . . once I know where you live, of course,"
She laughed playfully and told him her address. She was relieved and happy that she hadn't made a complete fool of herself. Just because she was the boss didn't mean that she could keep everything else in her life under control.
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"The evidence convicts the hollow man
After looking inside
To my dismay I find I'm just one of them
Cause I'm an already but not yet resurrected fallen man
Come break this limbo
And I know you know just who I've been
Come define me"
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The bell rang for lunch and Grace flew out of the classroom. "Somewhere to go?" Joan asked, laughing, but Grace was already gone. "Well that's weird," she mumbled to herself. Continuing to run, Grace paid attention to know one as she got to the lunch line. Her goal was to the be the first so she could avoid a certain someone. Feeling successful, she took her tray and headed to get a soda from the machines when she saw him. Luke dropped his water and his face turned scarlet as he moved to pick it up. *Why is this happening NOW?* he thought. Grace walked past him but he stood up and yelled her name, forcing her and everyone around her to stop what they were doing. Embarrassed, he began to talk more quietly,
"Grace, wait," he pleaded.
I'd like to eat my lunch while it's actually hot. I'll see you around, okay?" she managed to say, her voice more nervous sounding than usual.
"No," he said running after her, careful to not drop his food or water again, "is it okay if I sit with you?"
"I, uh, always sit with Joan and Adam," she said but her eyes fell on the usual table and she turned away quickly as she saw Adam running his hand through Joan's hair, "but not TODAY," she finished, disgusted with what she'd just seen.
"Awesome, so . . ." Luke followed her as she put her tray on a table and sat down,
"Fine, sit," she motioned. He smiled and pulled out his chair,
"So what's new?" he started, trying to make conversation.
"Girardi, if you're going to sit with me, you have to understand one thing. First we eat, then, if there's time, we talk,"
"Of course," he said, shoving his food into his mouth at a remarkable rate. Grace laughed and smiled at this,
"Don't choke or anything," she said as they both laughed now.
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"Rumor has it you love me
Rumor has it the world spins upside down
Rumor has it my only hope is you
And the rumors are true
I turn everything over"
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"Have you told anyone about us yet?" Joan asked Adam as they sat very close to one another and ate their lunches.
"No," he said looking down, "I don't think anyone would believe me,"
"Why not?" she asked lowering her head so he could see her eyes.
"Well, have you told anyone?" he asked, avoiding the question.
"Grace asked this morning, and I'm going to tell my Mom tonight," she started but saw Adam's facial expression drop. "What? You don't want me to tell people?" she asked coldly. This bothered her.
"No, it's not that," he said with certainty and looked up at her, calming her down, "It's just that Grace . . ."
"What about her?" Joan wasn't getting it at all.
"Grace and I used to date a little . . ." he said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
A/N: Okay, I thought I'd try putting a song in here. I've done it my other fics and people have seemed to like it, so I thought I'd give it a whirl here. Anyways, I hope you're all still enjoying this story. Thanks.