Joan opened the door to the bedroom. "Ok, you two, if you're going to do that go someplace else," she said, seeing her brother and foster sister, making out.

"What's your problem?" Luke asked, pushing his glasses up on his nose. He rolled off of Charity's bed and Charity sat up.

"It's something that I need to talk to Charity alone about," she said.

"Oh, ok," Luke said. "Whatever." He leaned down and kissed Charity and then turned and left the room.

"How far are you planning to go with my brother?" Joan asked.

"What?" she asked.

"You know."

"That's just disgusting, Joan, I'm still in high school. I don't plan on doing anything like that until after I'm married."

"Ok," Joan said, throwing her hands up.

"Now, what is so important that you had to run Luke out of here for?"

"Adam's jealous of Travis," she said.

"And?"

"And I really like Travis."

"But you love Adam, right?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

Charity rolled her eyes and crossed her legs underneath her. "It doesn't take a brain surgeon to see that there's some sort of chemistry between you and Adam."

"Is it really that obvious?"

"I hate to break it to you, but yeah," she said.

"But what should I do?"

"Have you talked to God?"

Joan nodded. "He told me not to get too crazy over Travis."

"Why?"

Joan shrugged. "He didn't say."

Charity shrugged. "Well, I guess there are some things you should find out on your own."

Charity stood up off of the bed, grabbed her guitar from across the room, and then sat back down with it and wrote the music for the song she wrote for Luke.

Joan laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.