Authors Note: Weeh. Another chapter! I stole a line from next week's episode 'Do The Math' so don't hurt me. Just 6 days till DTM.. *dreamy sigh*
Hannah, O Friend of Mine: I know you didn't say 'wonder bra' but we were on a loud, crowded -middle school- bus at the time, so that's what it sounded like. Oh, and I'm gonna try to get to school on Saturday to see Bye Bye Birdie and support you and Jame, cuz I'm a great friend like that. Heh. Starts at 7:30 right?
HandsOff: Yay! Glad you like it.
AL: Glad your still reading, and tension is always a fun thing. Better than the cliffies.
Niteowl-gal (hgill): The characters will all be coming back pretty soon, and more tension shall occur, cuz, well, new characters do that to people.
Angii: *waves* Hi! I'm happy you like it.
11. Silent Notes
"Joan, come on, we're going to be late!" Helen called upstairs. She looked at Mark sitting on the couch. "Want to go for a ride?" she asked.
"Where?"
"The airport to pick up Luke," Helen told him.
"Sure Mrs. Girardi. Beats helping mom move stuff into the new house." Helen laughed a bit as Joan came downstairs.
"Ready," Joan said.
*
Luke paced back and fourth in the airport, waiting for some member of his family to show up and take him home. It was times like these he was happy he would be turning sixteen next month, and would finally be able to drive himself places. He checked the door again. Nothing.
"Ugh. What's taking them so long?" Luke muttered under this breath. He moved over to the window and leaned his forehead against the glass. He heard someone sigh next to him and pulled away from the window, seeing Grace leaning against it, facing the door.
"Grace?" he asked. She turned and looked at him.
"Great. Not only have I been stuck here for an hour, but I run into the nerd."
"Why are you always doing that?" he asked.
"Doing what?"
"Call me nerd or geek boy and acting like it's the end of the world whenever we run into each other." She shrugged. "Great answer."
"Okay, Luke, what is up with you today?"
"I'm just sick of you giving me indirect answers and being so stubborn."
"That's who I am, I'm stubborn. You can't say you're sick of me being stubborn and expect me to stop being stubborn."
"If you weren't stubborn, you wouldn't be you." Grace gave him a blank look.
"I think it's safe to say you've lost me."
"I know I've lost you. It's just confusing. I mean, one minute we don't know each other, the next we're sort of friends, we work on the science fair project together, then bam, you kiss me at the semi-formal and the next week you're avoiding me like the plague-"
"Luke.."
"And then before the debate when I kissed Glynis, and then you were there-"
"Luke!" Grace tried again.
"And everything just got all messed up and confusing, and when I -think- I've got it all figured out, it turns out that I don't, and I've just been wrong about everything, and then the e-mail-" Grace rolled her eyes, knowing saying his name again wouldn't get him to shut up, so she grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. When the two finally came up for oxygen a few minutes later, they heard a smirk and turned to the door.
"Uh, hi guys," Luke said to Joan, Helen, Mark and Rabbi Polonski. Grace cleared her throat and walked over to the chairs, picking up her bags, walking over to the door that led to the main part of the airport. She stopped and turned to Joan.
"See you later Girardi." She turned to Luke. "You too geek," she added with a small smile, then left, her father following. Joan grinned.
"Looks like you two have finally sorted everything out," she said.
"I hope so. I mean, she just grabbed me and kissed me," Luke said, walking towards them.
"She does that a lot," Joan joked as Helen raised an eyebrow.
"Only twice!" Luke told Helen. Joan laughed and Luke noticed Mark. "Mark?" he asked.
"Hey Luke."
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"My mom and I just moved to Arcadia. Your mom let us stay at the house until our apartment was ready."
"Cool."
*
"Music isn't true if some of the notes are silent." Joan looked up at the goth standing above her.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Music isn't true if some of the notes are silent," God told her again.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Joan asked.
"Figure it out Joan. You're a smart girl," God told her, walking away. Joan stood up from the steps of her porch and walked down the street, finding herself at Adam's shed. She let herself in, and was suprised to see Adam working on a piece.
"Adam! When did you get back?" she asked. Adam looked up.
"Oh, hey Jane. Awhile ago," he said, standing up and grabbing his back pack. "We better get going, yo."
"What? Where?" Joan asked.
"To school Jane," Adam told her, leaving the shed. Joan followed him down the street to Grace's house. The front door opened and Grace came out, walking over to the two of them. Joan noticed a guitar leaning against a tree.
"What's up with the guitar?" she asked.
"None of your buisness," Grace said, running ahead of them.
"Okay.." Joan said under her breath as Iris approched them and took Adam's hand.
"Hey A. Joan," she said.
"You two are still together?" Joan asked.
"Cha Jane.." Adam said, giving her a weird look. Suddenly Joan was standing in the middle of the hall at school.
"Okay, I'm dreaming," she concluded.
"No shit Sherlock," Grace said, coming up behind her.
"Okay, usually other people in my dreams don't know I'm having a dream.." Grace shrugged.
"Tell him Girardi."
"Tell who what?"
"Don't be stupid. Tell Rove that you're in love with him."
"I'm not in love with him. I just like him. I'm too young to know what love is," Joan protested. Grace rolled her eyes.
"Love -is- Girardi. It's just something that happens, something that you've got no control over. You don't get to chose who you fall in love with, or when. It's just a state of being. It's one of the higher points in life. It's also one of the harder ones to find." the girls began walking down the hall. "You see a bunch of the stupid losers here hanging all over each other saying that they love each other and that they'll be together forever, but the next day they hate each other. What you and Rove have, that's real. You two have some kind of connection Girardi. Now you should do something about it." Joan looked at her friend. "Stop looking at me like you just realized I've got a brain!"
"Sorry, it's just.. for a dream.. that made sence."
"It's about the silent notes Girardi. Now hurry up or you'll be late for work," Grace told her as a high pitched ring broke through the dream. Joan opened her eyes and slammed her fist down on her alarm clock, jumping out of bed and hurrying to get ready for work, still thinking about her dream.
Hannah, O Friend of Mine: I know you didn't say 'wonder bra' but we were on a loud, crowded -middle school- bus at the time, so that's what it sounded like. Oh, and I'm gonna try to get to school on Saturday to see Bye Bye Birdie and support you and Jame, cuz I'm a great friend like that. Heh. Starts at 7:30 right?
HandsOff: Yay! Glad you like it.
AL: Glad your still reading, and tension is always a fun thing. Better than the cliffies.
Niteowl-gal (hgill): The characters will all be coming back pretty soon, and more tension shall occur, cuz, well, new characters do that to people.
Angii: *waves* Hi! I'm happy you like it.
11. Silent Notes
"Joan, come on, we're going to be late!" Helen called upstairs. She looked at Mark sitting on the couch. "Want to go for a ride?" she asked.
"Where?"
"The airport to pick up Luke," Helen told him.
"Sure Mrs. Girardi. Beats helping mom move stuff into the new house." Helen laughed a bit as Joan came downstairs.
"Ready," Joan said.
*
Luke paced back and fourth in the airport, waiting for some member of his family to show up and take him home. It was times like these he was happy he would be turning sixteen next month, and would finally be able to drive himself places. He checked the door again. Nothing.
"Ugh. What's taking them so long?" Luke muttered under this breath. He moved over to the window and leaned his forehead against the glass. He heard someone sigh next to him and pulled away from the window, seeing Grace leaning against it, facing the door.
"Grace?" he asked. She turned and looked at him.
"Great. Not only have I been stuck here for an hour, but I run into the nerd."
"Why are you always doing that?" he asked.
"Doing what?"
"Call me nerd or geek boy and acting like it's the end of the world whenever we run into each other." She shrugged. "Great answer."
"Okay, Luke, what is up with you today?"
"I'm just sick of you giving me indirect answers and being so stubborn."
"That's who I am, I'm stubborn. You can't say you're sick of me being stubborn and expect me to stop being stubborn."
"If you weren't stubborn, you wouldn't be you." Grace gave him a blank look.
"I think it's safe to say you've lost me."
"I know I've lost you. It's just confusing. I mean, one minute we don't know each other, the next we're sort of friends, we work on the science fair project together, then bam, you kiss me at the semi-formal and the next week you're avoiding me like the plague-"
"Luke.."
"And then before the debate when I kissed Glynis, and then you were there-"
"Luke!" Grace tried again.
"And everything just got all messed up and confusing, and when I -think- I've got it all figured out, it turns out that I don't, and I've just been wrong about everything, and then the e-mail-" Grace rolled her eyes, knowing saying his name again wouldn't get him to shut up, so she grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss. When the two finally came up for oxygen a few minutes later, they heard a smirk and turned to the door.
"Uh, hi guys," Luke said to Joan, Helen, Mark and Rabbi Polonski. Grace cleared her throat and walked over to the chairs, picking up her bags, walking over to the door that led to the main part of the airport. She stopped and turned to Joan.
"See you later Girardi." She turned to Luke. "You too geek," she added with a small smile, then left, her father following. Joan grinned.
"Looks like you two have finally sorted everything out," she said.
"I hope so. I mean, she just grabbed me and kissed me," Luke said, walking towards them.
"She does that a lot," Joan joked as Helen raised an eyebrow.
"Only twice!" Luke told Helen. Joan laughed and Luke noticed Mark. "Mark?" he asked.
"Hey Luke."
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"My mom and I just moved to Arcadia. Your mom let us stay at the house until our apartment was ready."
"Cool."
*
"Music isn't true if some of the notes are silent." Joan looked up at the goth standing above her.
"Huh?" she asked.
"Music isn't true if some of the notes are silent," God told her again.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Joan asked.
"Figure it out Joan. You're a smart girl," God told her, walking away. Joan stood up from the steps of her porch and walked down the street, finding herself at Adam's shed. She let herself in, and was suprised to see Adam working on a piece.
"Adam! When did you get back?" she asked. Adam looked up.
"Oh, hey Jane. Awhile ago," he said, standing up and grabbing his back pack. "We better get going, yo."
"What? Where?" Joan asked.
"To school Jane," Adam told her, leaving the shed. Joan followed him down the street to Grace's house. The front door opened and Grace came out, walking over to the two of them. Joan noticed a guitar leaning against a tree.
"What's up with the guitar?" she asked.
"None of your buisness," Grace said, running ahead of them.
"Okay.." Joan said under her breath as Iris approched them and took Adam's hand.
"Hey A. Joan," she said.
"You two are still together?" Joan asked.
"Cha Jane.." Adam said, giving her a weird look. Suddenly Joan was standing in the middle of the hall at school.
"Okay, I'm dreaming," she concluded.
"No shit Sherlock," Grace said, coming up behind her.
"Okay, usually other people in my dreams don't know I'm having a dream.." Grace shrugged.
"Tell him Girardi."
"Tell who what?"
"Don't be stupid. Tell Rove that you're in love with him."
"I'm not in love with him. I just like him. I'm too young to know what love is," Joan protested. Grace rolled her eyes.
"Love -is- Girardi. It's just something that happens, something that you've got no control over. You don't get to chose who you fall in love with, or when. It's just a state of being. It's one of the higher points in life. It's also one of the harder ones to find." the girls began walking down the hall. "You see a bunch of the stupid losers here hanging all over each other saying that they love each other and that they'll be together forever, but the next day they hate each other. What you and Rove have, that's real. You two have some kind of connection Girardi. Now you should do something about it." Joan looked at her friend. "Stop looking at me like you just realized I've got a brain!"
"Sorry, it's just.. for a dream.. that made sence."
"It's about the silent notes Girardi. Now hurry up or you'll be late for work," Grace told her as a high pitched ring broke through the dream. Joan opened her eyes and slammed her fist down on her alarm clock, jumping out of bed and hurrying to get ready for work, still thinking about her dream.
