Authors Note: Dun Dun Dun! Another chapter, another cliffie. Bwahaha!
7. An Unwelcome Visitor
"Luke, Grace? Where are Joan and Adam?" Helen asked, coming down stairs a half hour later. The two looked at each other and began cracking up. "I don't like the sound of that." Luke pointed to the window.
"What are those two doing?" Luke and Grace got up and made their way to the window.
"I think Rove's trying to eat his weight in snow.." Grace said, seeing Adam leaning down by where his right arm had sunken into the snow, picking up a mouthful of snow and moving it to the other side. It was hard to tell from the window, but it appeared that Joan was laughing at the process.
"Did either of you have anything to do with this?" Helen asked suspiciously.
"They started it," Luke told his mother.
"Go help them out, before Adam eats some yellow snow and hurts himself." The statement caused the two to start laughing again.
*
"I'll get Rove, you get your sister," Grace told Luke.
"Hey, did you guys finally come to help us out?" Joan asked, hearing their voices.
"Yeah. Mom made us."
"It's only been a half hour. We're freezing to death and my clothing is soaked through."
"Stop being such a baby. You'll be out in a second," Grace told Joan. She leaned over Adam, placing a hand on each of his arms and pulling his hands out of the snow.
"You're free to go Rove," Grace told him. Luke held out a hand to his sister. She grabbed it and pulled him down into the snowbank, then stood up herself.
"Hey! I wasn't the one that pushed you into the snowbank!" Luke told her.
"No, your just the one that left us out here for a half hour," Joan said, pushing Grace down into the snowbank.
"Do you really want to start another snowball fight?" Grace asked, getting back up.
"All I want is to go inside, put on some dry clothing and eat something."
"Sounds good, yo," Adam said as they made their way into the house.
*
"The power's still out. All of our food is probably spoiled, and we couldn't cook anyway. If you want to eat, you'll have to go out," Helen reported as Joan and Luke came down from taking showers and changing into dry clothing. Joan grabbed her wallet off the living room table.
"You guys want to swing by your houses on the way?" Joan asked. Adam and Grace looked down at their drenched clothing.
"Yeah," they both said.
*
"Ah, Starbucks! I've missed this place," Joan said, stepping into Starbucks. "And no coffee for you Luke. The last time you had it you remember what happened."
"I told Friedman you were pregnat with Adam's baby," Luke said, recalling the moment.
"What?" Adam asked.
"Nevermind."
"I'll go put in our orders, you guys get us a table," Joan said. She re-appeared moments later with three coffees, four muffins and took a seat between Grace and Adam. The four launched into a conversation about whatever came up, including Joan's brush with Lyme Disease back in tenth grade.
"It wasn't funny guys! I was in the hospital! I was delusional!" Joan said.
"Clearly. The doctor said you were talking to some people about how you never liked any of them, and espically one person, but there was no one else in the room."
"What are you talking about?! There was someone in there! I was talking to G-" Joan started, then cut herself off. "Genivive!"
"Who?" Luke asked.
"Exchange student back in highschool. From -up north-."
"Like Canada?" Joan looked at Adam and Grace.
"Yeah Luke, like Canada." Luke was cut off from asking anymore questions about 'Genivive' when a tall brown haired guy approched the table. He looked at Joan.
"Hey Joan, what's up?" he asked. Grace turned her head, hearing him voice.
"Hey Dan."
"Hey Grace."
"Uh, hey. I'll be right back guys," Grace said, getting up. The three managed to hear her ask Dan what he was doing at Starbucks before they were out of earshot. Luke looked at his sister.
"Who's that?"
"Um.. That was Dan.." Joan said, avoiding her brother's eyes.
"I got that, but who -is- he?"
"He's, uh.. Grace's boyfriend.."
7. An Unwelcome Visitor
"Luke, Grace? Where are Joan and Adam?" Helen asked, coming down stairs a half hour later. The two looked at each other and began cracking up. "I don't like the sound of that." Luke pointed to the window.
"What are those two doing?" Luke and Grace got up and made their way to the window.
"I think Rove's trying to eat his weight in snow.." Grace said, seeing Adam leaning down by where his right arm had sunken into the snow, picking up a mouthful of snow and moving it to the other side. It was hard to tell from the window, but it appeared that Joan was laughing at the process.
"Did either of you have anything to do with this?" Helen asked suspiciously.
"They started it," Luke told his mother.
"Go help them out, before Adam eats some yellow snow and hurts himself." The statement caused the two to start laughing again.
*
"I'll get Rove, you get your sister," Grace told Luke.
"Hey, did you guys finally come to help us out?" Joan asked, hearing their voices.
"Yeah. Mom made us."
"It's only been a half hour. We're freezing to death and my clothing is soaked through."
"Stop being such a baby. You'll be out in a second," Grace told Joan. She leaned over Adam, placing a hand on each of his arms and pulling his hands out of the snow.
"You're free to go Rove," Grace told him. Luke held out a hand to his sister. She grabbed it and pulled him down into the snowbank, then stood up herself.
"Hey! I wasn't the one that pushed you into the snowbank!" Luke told her.
"No, your just the one that left us out here for a half hour," Joan said, pushing Grace down into the snowbank.
"Do you really want to start another snowball fight?" Grace asked, getting back up.
"All I want is to go inside, put on some dry clothing and eat something."
"Sounds good, yo," Adam said as they made their way into the house.
*
"The power's still out. All of our food is probably spoiled, and we couldn't cook anyway. If you want to eat, you'll have to go out," Helen reported as Joan and Luke came down from taking showers and changing into dry clothing. Joan grabbed her wallet off the living room table.
"You guys want to swing by your houses on the way?" Joan asked. Adam and Grace looked down at their drenched clothing.
"Yeah," they both said.
*
"Ah, Starbucks! I've missed this place," Joan said, stepping into Starbucks. "And no coffee for you Luke. The last time you had it you remember what happened."
"I told Friedman you were pregnat with Adam's baby," Luke said, recalling the moment.
"What?" Adam asked.
"Nevermind."
"I'll go put in our orders, you guys get us a table," Joan said. She re-appeared moments later with three coffees, four muffins and took a seat between Grace and Adam. The four launched into a conversation about whatever came up, including Joan's brush with Lyme Disease back in tenth grade.
"It wasn't funny guys! I was in the hospital! I was delusional!" Joan said.
"Clearly. The doctor said you were talking to some people about how you never liked any of them, and espically one person, but there was no one else in the room."
"What are you talking about?! There was someone in there! I was talking to G-" Joan started, then cut herself off. "Genivive!"
"Who?" Luke asked.
"Exchange student back in highschool. From -up north-."
"Like Canada?" Joan looked at Adam and Grace.
"Yeah Luke, like Canada." Luke was cut off from asking anymore questions about 'Genivive' when a tall brown haired guy approched the table. He looked at Joan.
"Hey Joan, what's up?" he asked. Grace turned her head, hearing him voice.
"Hey Dan."
"Hey Grace."
"Uh, hey. I'll be right back guys," Grace said, getting up. The three managed to hear her ask Dan what he was doing at Starbucks before they were out of earshot. Luke looked at his sister.
"Who's that?"
"Um.. That was Dan.." Joan said, avoiding her brother's eyes.
"I got that, but who -is- he?"
"He's, uh.. Grace's boyfriend.."