9. Just One of Those Days
Authors Note: Yo, finally a chapter that's not just letters and e-mails. Accually, there's none. And there's an introduction of a few new characters here too.. Two chapters today because I felt guilty about my lack of updates. I hope people are still reading
Tuesday, July 13. If anyone had sent Joan a letter, it would be showing up today. She bolted down the stairs and opened the door, stepping out on the porch to her mail box. One from Adam and one from Grace. Sitting down on the steps of the porch, she opened Adam's first and read through it, a grin forming on her face when she read the line about how he was breaking up with Iris, and that he had feelings for someone else. She silently prayed that someone else was her. She was also happy Adam seemed to be doing so well in New York, making sales, being offered a scholarship to NYU, sounded like at least someone's summer was paying off. She sat the letter down next to her and ripped open Grace's. As she read it she could almost hear Grace screaming at her. Though she was happy at the fact Grace was certain that Adam was in love with her. She went back inside and got some paper and a pen, then went back out on the porch and began writing responces when she felt someone standing over her. Looking up she saw an oh-s
o-familiar brown haired guy fondly know as Cute Guy God.
"Yes?" Joan asked.
"Don't write her back."
"Why not?"
"It's just a suggestion. She'll be back in eight days anyway. And so will your brother. After the e-mail, she needs to think about some stuff and doesn't need to hear about your relationship with Adam while she's doing it. But it's just a suggestion, write back if you want."
"You're really annoying you know? You -know- that I'm not going to write her back now," Joan complained. God shrugged. "And since when did you give relationship advice?"
"Since when have I not?" God questioned.
"What?"
"Joining AP Chem not only brough Adam into your house to help get Kevin a car, but it brought Adam into your life. It also brought Grace into your live, also bringing her into your brothers," He told her. She concidered it for a moment.
"Wow. You're good.."
"I'm God Joan, it's my job. Oh, and one more thing, you'll be running into someone you haven't seen in a long time.
"Someone I haven't seen in a long time? Who?" Joan asked as God walked away. "Thanks," Joan muttered, picking up the papers and walking into her house.
*
"Joan, I need to barrow your keys," Helen called to her daughter.
"Why?" Joan asked as Helen entered the living room.
"Because I can't seem to find mine."
"What about dads?" Joan asked.
"He's at work Joan."
"Where are you going?"
"Joan. I'm picking some people up at the airport," Helen told her, growing impaticent.
"Okay, okay, they're on the kitchen table," Joan told her.
"Thank you Joan," Helen said, walking into the kitchen
*
"Joan? Come out here for a minute," Helen called into the house a half hour later. Joan paused her DVD and walked onto the front porch.
"What?" Joan asked. Helen and another woman about her age were pulling bags ot of the trunk of a car. Another person, about Joan's age, was leaning against the car looking at the road.
"Come bring some of these bags in the house," Helen said. Joan walked down the steps and over to the car, causing the person that was leaning against the car to look up.
"Joan?" he asked. Joan stopped and looked at him. Curly dirty blond hair, green eyes. He'd shot up a few inches in hight since the last time Joan had seen him.
"Mark?" Joan asked.
"Hey Joan," Mark responed. Joan walked over to him and pulled him into a hug.
"Mark and Erika will be staying with us for a few days until they get settled into their new place," Helen informed. Joan broke her hug with Mark.
"You're going to be living here?" she asked. He nodded. "Are you starting at Arcadia High?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God. This is awsome! It'll be just like old times. Oh, you've got to meet Adam and Grace!" Joan told him.
"Joan, bags now please, you two can catch up later," Helen told her.
"All right," Joan muttered, picking up a few bags and dragging them into the house, Helen, Mark and Erika trailing behind.
Authors Note: Yo, finally a chapter that's not just letters and e-mails. Accually, there's none. And there's an introduction of a few new characters here too.. Two chapters today because I felt guilty about my lack of updates. I hope people are still reading
Tuesday, July 13. If anyone had sent Joan a letter, it would be showing up today. She bolted down the stairs and opened the door, stepping out on the porch to her mail box. One from Adam and one from Grace. Sitting down on the steps of the porch, she opened Adam's first and read through it, a grin forming on her face when she read the line about how he was breaking up with Iris, and that he had feelings for someone else. She silently prayed that someone else was her. She was also happy Adam seemed to be doing so well in New York, making sales, being offered a scholarship to NYU, sounded like at least someone's summer was paying off. She sat the letter down next to her and ripped open Grace's. As she read it she could almost hear Grace screaming at her. Though she was happy at the fact Grace was certain that Adam was in love with her. She went back inside and got some paper and a pen, then went back out on the porch and began writing responces when she felt someone standing over her. Looking up she saw an oh-s
o-familiar brown haired guy fondly know as Cute Guy God.
"Yes?" Joan asked.
"Don't write her back."
"Why not?"
"It's just a suggestion. She'll be back in eight days anyway. And so will your brother. After the e-mail, she needs to think about some stuff and doesn't need to hear about your relationship with Adam while she's doing it. But it's just a suggestion, write back if you want."
"You're really annoying you know? You -know- that I'm not going to write her back now," Joan complained. God shrugged. "And since when did you give relationship advice?"
"Since when have I not?" God questioned.
"What?"
"Joining AP Chem not only brough Adam into your house to help get Kevin a car, but it brought Adam into your life. It also brought Grace into your live, also bringing her into your brothers," He told her. She concidered it for a moment.
"Wow. You're good.."
"I'm God Joan, it's my job. Oh, and one more thing, you'll be running into someone you haven't seen in a long time.
"Someone I haven't seen in a long time? Who?" Joan asked as God walked away. "Thanks," Joan muttered, picking up the papers and walking into her house.
*
"Joan, I need to barrow your keys," Helen called to her daughter.
"Why?" Joan asked as Helen entered the living room.
"Because I can't seem to find mine."
"What about dads?" Joan asked.
"He's at work Joan."
"Where are you going?"
"Joan. I'm picking some people up at the airport," Helen told her, growing impaticent.
"Okay, okay, they're on the kitchen table," Joan told her.
"Thank you Joan," Helen said, walking into the kitchen
*
"Joan? Come out here for a minute," Helen called into the house a half hour later. Joan paused her DVD and walked onto the front porch.
"What?" Joan asked. Helen and another woman about her age were pulling bags ot of the trunk of a car. Another person, about Joan's age, was leaning against the car looking at the road.
"Come bring some of these bags in the house," Helen said. Joan walked down the steps and over to the car, causing the person that was leaning against the car to look up.
"Joan?" he asked. Joan stopped and looked at him. Curly dirty blond hair, green eyes. He'd shot up a few inches in hight since the last time Joan had seen him.
"Mark?" Joan asked.
"Hey Joan," Mark responed. Joan walked over to him and pulled him into a hug.
"Mark and Erika will be staying with us for a few days until they get settled into their new place," Helen informed. Joan broke her hug with Mark.
"You're going to be living here?" she asked. He nodded. "Are you starting at Arcadia High?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God. This is awsome! It'll be just like old times. Oh, you've got to meet Adam and Grace!" Joan told him.
"Joan, bags now please, you two can catch up later," Helen told her.
"All right," Joan muttered, picking up a few bags and dragging them into the house, Helen, Mark and Erika trailing behind.
