Authors Note: I wasn't gonna put this up for awhile but baby monkey conned me into it *shakes fist* lol
5. Restless Nights
"Dude, why did you do that?" Luke asked as Grace pushed him into his room.
"I told you, I couldn't let you hear it."
"Why not?"
"I'd deny it under torture, but I like your sister, and at times I respect her. She'll tell you when she wants you to know. Don't bug her about it," Grace told him.
"But-" Grace shot him a death glare and he became silent.
*
"God? Like, God God?" Adam asked. Joan shrugged and avoided looking at him.
"Yeah, God."
"How long?"
"Since I moved to Arcadia.."
"So that's why you did all of that stuff?" Adam asked.
"Yeah. So, um, you believe me?"
"Of course I believe you, yo," Adam told her.
"Adam, I've been completely honest," Joan started, "and I've really missed you these past few months. So.. Can we just.. be friends again?"
"Friends?" Joan nodded slightly.
"Jane, we'll always be friends," Adam told her. Joan pulled Adam into a hug.
"Promise?" she asked, speaking into his shoulder.
"Unchallenged."
*
"Stop choosing scissors," Grace told Luke.
"You stop choosing scissors," Luke responded as Adam and Joan made their way into the living room. It was pitch black aside from a small candle sitting lit on the table. Grace and Luke were sitting on the couch facing each other playing a rousing round of Rock Paper Scissors.
"Should I even ask?" Joan said, taking a seat next to her brother on the couch.
"No," Grace and Luke responded, going into another round.
"I told you to stop choosing scissors geek!"
"Where'd mom and dad go?" Joan asked Luke.
"They went up to their room. It's best to leave it at that. Took the scrabble board and some scented candles with them though," Luke reported. Joan threw her hands over her ears.
"Ack! Over sharing!" Grace snickered.
"The advantage of having divorced parents." Joan held her watch close to the candle.
"Woah, already ten," she said, shivering a bit. Adam noticed and sat on the arm of the couch, placing an arm around her shoulder.
"Aw. How sweet. Rove and Girardi, together again," Grace said. "Stop choosing scissors geek!" she added as she and Luke once again both produced 'scissors'.
"Okay, we aren't together-together, we're just friends again, right Adam?" Adam nodded. "And you shouldn't be talking."
"I'm just going to let that comment slide," Grace told her.
*
.Four hours later.
Joan yawned and glanced around her living room. Adam had fallen asleep spread out on the couch a half hour ago, Grace had stolen his hoodie after he had, and was now asleep on the floor behind the couch wearing it, and Luke was propped up against the back of the couch, near Grace's head, also sleeping. Joan was leaning against the side of the couch near Adam's head.
"I've never been so tired in my life," she muttered.
"Then go to sleep," a muffled voice told her. She turned to look at the back of the couch and saw that her brother was now awake.
"I can't. I'm a terrible insomniac," Joan told him. He looked at his sister.
"Since when?"
"Since I started at college."
"Oh. You know it's one in the morning, right?"
"Yeah Luke, I'm not that stupid."
"I was just-"
"I know."
"Hey Joan? I know it's none of my business, but what did you tell Adam earlier?"
"Luke, it isn't any of your business, but I'll tell you. Some day. I promise."
"Okay." There was silence for a few minutes. "Joan?"
"What?"
"I'm going back to bed. 'Night."
"Good night Luke."
5. Restless Nights
"Dude, why did you do that?" Luke asked as Grace pushed him into his room.
"I told you, I couldn't let you hear it."
"Why not?"
"I'd deny it under torture, but I like your sister, and at times I respect her. She'll tell you when she wants you to know. Don't bug her about it," Grace told him.
"But-" Grace shot him a death glare and he became silent.
*
"God? Like, God God?" Adam asked. Joan shrugged and avoided looking at him.
"Yeah, God."
"How long?"
"Since I moved to Arcadia.."
"So that's why you did all of that stuff?" Adam asked.
"Yeah. So, um, you believe me?"
"Of course I believe you, yo," Adam told her.
"Adam, I've been completely honest," Joan started, "and I've really missed you these past few months. So.. Can we just.. be friends again?"
"Friends?" Joan nodded slightly.
"Jane, we'll always be friends," Adam told her. Joan pulled Adam into a hug.
"Promise?" she asked, speaking into his shoulder.
"Unchallenged."
*
"Stop choosing scissors," Grace told Luke.
"You stop choosing scissors," Luke responded as Adam and Joan made their way into the living room. It was pitch black aside from a small candle sitting lit on the table. Grace and Luke were sitting on the couch facing each other playing a rousing round of Rock Paper Scissors.
"Should I even ask?" Joan said, taking a seat next to her brother on the couch.
"No," Grace and Luke responded, going into another round.
"I told you to stop choosing scissors geek!"
"Where'd mom and dad go?" Joan asked Luke.
"They went up to their room. It's best to leave it at that. Took the scrabble board and some scented candles with them though," Luke reported. Joan threw her hands over her ears.
"Ack! Over sharing!" Grace snickered.
"The advantage of having divorced parents." Joan held her watch close to the candle.
"Woah, already ten," she said, shivering a bit. Adam noticed and sat on the arm of the couch, placing an arm around her shoulder.
"Aw. How sweet. Rove and Girardi, together again," Grace said. "Stop choosing scissors geek!" she added as she and Luke once again both produced 'scissors'.
"Okay, we aren't together-together, we're just friends again, right Adam?" Adam nodded. "And you shouldn't be talking."
"I'm just going to let that comment slide," Grace told her.
*
.Four hours later.
Joan yawned and glanced around her living room. Adam had fallen asleep spread out on the couch a half hour ago, Grace had stolen his hoodie after he had, and was now asleep on the floor behind the couch wearing it, and Luke was propped up against the back of the couch, near Grace's head, also sleeping. Joan was leaning against the side of the couch near Adam's head.
"I've never been so tired in my life," she muttered.
"Then go to sleep," a muffled voice told her. She turned to look at the back of the couch and saw that her brother was now awake.
"I can't. I'm a terrible insomniac," Joan told him. He looked at his sister.
"Since when?"
"Since I started at college."
"Oh. You know it's one in the morning, right?"
"Yeah Luke, I'm not that stupid."
"I was just-"
"I know."
"Hey Joan? I know it's none of my business, but what did you tell Adam earlier?"
"Luke, it isn't any of your business, but I'll tell you. Some day. I promise."
"Okay." There was silence for a few minutes. "Joan?"
"What?"
"I'm going back to bed. 'Night."
"Good night Luke."