Authors Note: You wanted Adam and Joan? You got it.
9. A Thunder Storm and A Kiss
"Hey Adam," a voice called from the front door of his shed. He turned to see Joan standing in the doorway.
"Hey Jane." Joan entered the dark shed, lit only by a small camping lantern sitting on a shelf over head.
"Should you really be working while the power's out? You could hurt yourself," Joan told him.
"I'll be fine Jane," Adam told her. Joan watched him work for a few minutes until a crash of thunder made her jump a few feet in the air, and made Adam cry out in pain.
"Dude!" It took Joan a few moments to regester what had caused Adam's outburst, then she noticed a pool of blood forming on the work bench.
"Oh my God! Adam, what happened?!" Joan asked, taking his hand in hers and looking at the long jagged gash running along the palm of his hand.
"The thunder suprised me and the wire slipped," he told her, jestering to the thick wire he had been working with moments earlier. "I'm fine yo."
"Adam! You could get an infection!" Joan told him, taking off her jacket and wrapping the sleeve around his cut to stop the bleeding.
"Jane, I'm fine," Adam tried again.
"I'm taking you to the hospital, it's really deep, you might need stiches." Joan stood and pulled Adam up with her, then dragged him out of the shed and to his car. "You really shouldn't leave the doors unlocked and the keys in the ignition Adam, but in this case I'm glad you did."
*
"It's not infected, but it will scar. He'll need stiches," the doctor told Joan. She shot Adam an 'I told you' look. "You may want to leave while we stich him up, it's not a pretty process," the doctor told Joan.
"I'll go call your father," Joan told Adam. He nodded.
A few minutes later the crash of thunder had turned into a full on storm. Joan re-entered Adam's hospital room.
"Hey."
"Hey," Adam responded. Joan took a seat on the edge of his bed.
"You okay?"
"Cha, Jane, it's just a little cut."
"Adam, it was not just a little cut! You had 20 stiches!"
"It's not that many.." Adam responded.
"God, why are all men so stubborn?" Joan muttered, then increasing her volume so Adam could hear added "It was 20 stiches Adam. You sounded like someone had shot you! I was scared!"
"Sorry Jane. I didn't mean to scare you," he told her, looking up at Joan.
"Could you just be more careful? Like wear gloves?" Joan asked. "Please?"
"Fine, I'll wear gloves," Adam told her.
"Good," Joan said as she realized her face was a lot closer to Adam's than it had been when she had first sat. 'Ah, what the heck' Joan though as she closed the space between herself and Adam. The kiss lasted only a few moments, due to the door opening.
"Adam Joan called and- I'll leave you two alone," Carl Rove said, backing out of the room as Joan and Adam pulled apart.
"Uh, hey Mr. Rove. I was just.. leaving.. I'll.. I'll see you later Adam..." Joan said, standing up and making a quick get away. The guys watched her head down the hall, and Carl turned to his son.
"I see you two made up," he said with a raised eyebrow. Adam just glared at his father.
9. A Thunder Storm and A Kiss
"Hey Adam," a voice called from the front door of his shed. He turned to see Joan standing in the doorway.
"Hey Jane." Joan entered the dark shed, lit only by a small camping lantern sitting on a shelf over head.
"Should you really be working while the power's out? You could hurt yourself," Joan told him.
"I'll be fine Jane," Adam told her. Joan watched him work for a few minutes until a crash of thunder made her jump a few feet in the air, and made Adam cry out in pain.
"Dude!" It took Joan a few moments to regester what had caused Adam's outburst, then she noticed a pool of blood forming on the work bench.
"Oh my God! Adam, what happened?!" Joan asked, taking his hand in hers and looking at the long jagged gash running along the palm of his hand.
"The thunder suprised me and the wire slipped," he told her, jestering to the thick wire he had been working with moments earlier. "I'm fine yo."
"Adam! You could get an infection!" Joan told him, taking off her jacket and wrapping the sleeve around his cut to stop the bleeding.
"Jane, I'm fine," Adam tried again.
"I'm taking you to the hospital, it's really deep, you might need stiches." Joan stood and pulled Adam up with her, then dragged him out of the shed and to his car. "You really shouldn't leave the doors unlocked and the keys in the ignition Adam, but in this case I'm glad you did."
*
"It's not infected, but it will scar. He'll need stiches," the doctor told Joan. She shot Adam an 'I told you' look. "You may want to leave while we stich him up, it's not a pretty process," the doctor told Joan.
"I'll go call your father," Joan told Adam. He nodded.
A few minutes later the crash of thunder had turned into a full on storm. Joan re-entered Adam's hospital room.
"Hey."
"Hey," Adam responded. Joan took a seat on the edge of his bed.
"You okay?"
"Cha, Jane, it's just a little cut."
"Adam, it was not just a little cut! You had 20 stiches!"
"It's not that many.." Adam responded.
"God, why are all men so stubborn?" Joan muttered, then increasing her volume so Adam could hear added "It was 20 stiches Adam. You sounded like someone had shot you! I was scared!"
"Sorry Jane. I didn't mean to scare you," he told her, looking up at Joan.
"Could you just be more careful? Like wear gloves?" Joan asked. "Please?"
"Fine, I'll wear gloves," Adam told her.
"Good," Joan said as she realized her face was a lot closer to Adam's than it had been when she had first sat. 'Ah, what the heck' Joan though as she closed the space between herself and Adam. The kiss lasted only a few moments, due to the door opening.
"Adam Joan called and- I'll leave you two alone," Carl Rove said, backing out of the room as Joan and Adam pulled apart.
"Uh, hey Mr. Rove. I was just.. leaving.. I'll.. I'll see you later Adam..." Joan said, standing up and making a quick get away. The guys watched her head down the hall, and Carl turned to his son.
"I see you two made up," he said with a raised eyebrow. Adam just glared at his father.