7. Thinking Over

Authors Note: Ugg. I've got the flu or something. It feels like my head is going to fall off. But telling you this has a point. I'm also kinda delusional, so if my chapters make the kind of sence that it doesn't, sorry, I'll fix em.

Dedication: To Jake, you idiotic moron! There are so many things I want to say to you, but clearly that's not going to happen now, so here's some mush, we love you and we miss you.

July 9, 2004:

Grace-

Sure you're denying something. I've seen the e-mail. You and my brother, classic. Yet sort of gross. Luke's getting all swooney over it. Off that topic and onto another one, are Adam and Iris breaking up? Is that what you were getting at? Because that would be.. Good.. Well, not for Iris.. but. Oh, you're Grace. You know what I mean. Well, yeah. Bye.

Love,

Joan.

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*ring*

"Hello?" Mr. Rove said, answering his cell phone. "He's right here," he told the person, handing Adam the phone.

"Hello?"

"Rove, it's me."

"Yo. What's up Grace?"

"A lot accually. Something's gone terriably wrong."

"What is it, yo? Is everyone okay?"

"Calm down dude. Everyone's fine. Well.. everyone important. I just admited something about the geek and my cousin made sure he saw it."

"Wow. Guess I'm not the only one having relationship problems yo."

"Rove!"

"Sorry. Look Grace, I've got to go, I have an appoinment. You remember what you told me when I first told you how I felt about Jane?"

"Yeah."

"Apply it to yourself. Bye." Adam hit the off button and handed the phone back to his father.

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Alone - Heart

Copied from the internet July 6, 2004

I hear the ticking of the clock

I'm lying here the room's pitch dark

I wonder where you are tonight

No answer on the telephone

And the night goes by so very slow

Oh I hope that it won't end though

Alone

Till now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get too alone

How do I get too alone

You don't know how long i have wanted

to touch your lips and hold you tight

You don't know how long I have waited

and I was going to tell you tonight

But the secret is still my own

and my love for you is still unknown

Alone

Till now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get too alone

How do I get too alone

How do I get too alone

How do I get too alone

Alone, alone

The lyrics were a little bit eerie now. They had been copied the night the e-mail had been written, and had fit perfect. Of course now? Not so much. And being a teenage girl had never sucked so much.

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From: "Grace" gracepolk@aol.com

To: "Luke" lukegirardi@hotmail.com

Subject: No

Date: Wed 7 July 2004

I can safely say, no, that stupid e-mail was never supposed to leave the drafts folder. Accually, it was never supposed to leave my head, but what are you going to do? We could forget about it. That'd be great. Okay?

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From: "Luke" lukegirardi@hotmail.com

To: "Grace" gracepolk@aol.com

Subject: Re: No

Date: Wed 7 July 2004

No Grace, it's not. You're always avoiding everything that doesn't fit in your plan.The e-mail -did- leave the drafts folder, so now you've got to deal with it.