Authors Note: This chapter takes place at the same time the one before it does. Oh, and read the last chapter of Summer if you want to get the pun about the dress. Heh, the infamous purple dress..
10. Pictures
Grace Polk was cold. No, scrach that, Grace Polk was freezing. But then again, she was laying in the middle of her front yard, which was covered with about seven inches of snow, and more was falling on her at that very moment. Despite all of this, she continued to lay in her front yard in only jeans and a t-shirt, looking up at the sky. She let out a deep sigh as the snow began to fall faster and heavier.
"Grace, you should come in before you freeze to death," Rabbi Polonski called from the front door.
"I'm fine dad, I'm not cold. I'll come in when I come in!" Rabbi Polonski nodded and walked back into the house. Grace grabbed a small pile of snow from her side and rolled it into a snowball, then threw it in the direction of the road. She heard it hit something and her eyes narrowed in confusion. It hadn't been a car...
"You like pelting people with snow don't you?" Grace rolled onto her side to see Luke approching her.
"What do you want geek?" Luke sat in the snow next to where Grace was laying.
"I'm not sure." Grace sat up.
"Then why are you here?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," Luke said again. The two sat in silence for awhile, just looking straight ahead. After ten or so minutes had past, a crash of thunder broke the silence.
"Sounds like a storm," Grace said, still focused straight ahead.
"Yup," Luke agreed. More silence, followed by a bolt of lightning. The two shot up.
"Maybe we should go inside," Grace told him.
"Yeah.." Grace headed for her house, while Luke remained standing. She stopped at the porch and turned to him. "You coming?"
"Are you inviting me into your house?" Grace shrugged.
"It's better than scraping fried nerd off the front lawn." Despite himself, Luke smiled at the remark.
*
"She finally comes in," Rabbi Polonski said as Grace entered the house, followed by Luke.
"Yeah, whatever," Grace said, walking upstairs. Rabbi Polonski and Luke exchanged a look.
"Should I.." Luke started.
"With Grace, I'm not always sure. Feel free to follow her if you'd like though." Luke nodded and walked up the stairs. He looked around at the doors, attempting to guess which led to Grace's room, when he saw a sign reading 'GO AWAY!' taped to a door at the end of the hall.
"Of course," he said to himself. He knocked on the door.
"It's open," Grace called. Luke opened the door and saw Grace sitting on her desk, her back against the wall, looking out the window. Luke entered the room and took a look around. It was huge, clean and covered in pictures. Nothing like what Luke thought it would look like. He picked up a picture frame sitting on Grace's dresser and smirked.
"Is that -you-?" he asked.
"If you know what's good for you you'll forget you ever saw that."
"If that's you, then is that Adam?"
"Put the picture down geek," Grace warned again.
"You know, I think my sister had a dress just like that.." Luke pressed on. Grace jumped off of the desk and snached the picture away from Luke.
"My father made me keep it. You tell -anyone- about this picture and I will be-head you. Espically if you mention that hideous purple dress."
"You're secert's safe with me," Luke told her, looking at another picture. It had been taken on the last day of school that previous year. Joan and Adam had their arms around each other and were grinning like fools, Grace was sitting on the wall outside the school next to him and Luke had his arm around her. Joan's friend, Alice, from band had taken it.
"You still have this?" Luke asked.
"Yeah.."
"I thought you'd get rid of it after.. you know."
"Yeah, well I was going to, but it's a good picture of the four of us." Luke moved over to her bookself where he spotted another picture he thought she would have gotten rid of.
"Then why do you still have this?" Luke asked, holding the picture up. She sighed when she saw it was their prom picture he was holding up. It had taken a lot of conning, and about seven months, but Luke had convinced her to go. 'How am I going to talk my way out of this one?'
"Maybe I still concider us friends," she told him. "Now can you stop looking at all my pictures?"
"Yeah, sure.." The two took a seat on her bed in silence and listened to the storm outside.
10. Pictures
Grace Polk was cold. No, scrach that, Grace Polk was freezing. But then again, she was laying in the middle of her front yard, which was covered with about seven inches of snow, and more was falling on her at that very moment. Despite all of this, she continued to lay in her front yard in only jeans and a t-shirt, looking up at the sky. She let out a deep sigh as the snow began to fall faster and heavier.
"Grace, you should come in before you freeze to death," Rabbi Polonski called from the front door.
"I'm fine dad, I'm not cold. I'll come in when I come in!" Rabbi Polonski nodded and walked back into the house. Grace grabbed a small pile of snow from her side and rolled it into a snowball, then threw it in the direction of the road. She heard it hit something and her eyes narrowed in confusion. It hadn't been a car...
"You like pelting people with snow don't you?" Grace rolled onto her side to see Luke approching her.
"What do you want geek?" Luke sat in the snow next to where Grace was laying.
"I'm not sure." Grace sat up.
"Then why are you here?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," Luke said again. The two sat in silence for awhile, just looking straight ahead. After ten or so minutes had past, a crash of thunder broke the silence.
"Sounds like a storm," Grace said, still focused straight ahead.
"Yup," Luke agreed. More silence, followed by a bolt of lightning. The two shot up.
"Maybe we should go inside," Grace told him.
"Yeah.." Grace headed for her house, while Luke remained standing. She stopped at the porch and turned to him. "You coming?"
"Are you inviting me into your house?" Grace shrugged.
"It's better than scraping fried nerd off the front lawn." Despite himself, Luke smiled at the remark.
*
"She finally comes in," Rabbi Polonski said as Grace entered the house, followed by Luke.
"Yeah, whatever," Grace said, walking upstairs. Rabbi Polonski and Luke exchanged a look.
"Should I.." Luke started.
"With Grace, I'm not always sure. Feel free to follow her if you'd like though." Luke nodded and walked up the stairs. He looked around at the doors, attempting to guess which led to Grace's room, when he saw a sign reading 'GO AWAY!' taped to a door at the end of the hall.
"Of course," he said to himself. He knocked on the door.
"It's open," Grace called. Luke opened the door and saw Grace sitting on her desk, her back against the wall, looking out the window. Luke entered the room and took a look around. It was huge, clean and covered in pictures. Nothing like what Luke thought it would look like. He picked up a picture frame sitting on Grace's dresser and smirked.
"Is that -you-?" he asked.
"If you know what's good for you you'll forget you ever saw that."
"If that's you, then is that Adam?"
"Put the picture down geek," Grace warned again.
"You know, I think my sister had a dress just like that.." Luke pressed on. Grace jumped off of the desk and snached the picture away from Luke.
"My father made me keep it. You tell -anyone- about this picture and I will be-head you. Espically if you mention that hideous purple dress."
"You're secert's safe with me," Luke told her, looking at another picture. It had been taken on the last day of school that previous year. Joan and Adam had their arms around each other and were grinning like fools, Grace was sitting on the wall outside the school next to him and Luke had his arm around her. Joan's friend, Alice, from band had taken it.
"You still have this?" Luke asked.
"Yeah.."
"I thought you'd get rid of it after.. you know."
"Yeah, well I was going to, but it's a good picture of the four of us." Luke moved over to her bookself where he spotted another picture he thought she would have gotten rid of.
"Then why do you still have this?" Luke asked, holding the picture up. She sighed when she saw it was their prom picture he was holding up. It had taken a lot of conning, and about seven months, but Luke had convinced her to go. 'How am I going to talk my way out of this one?'
"Maybe I still concider us friends," she told him. "Now can you stop looking at all my pictures?"
"Yeah, sure.." The two took a seat on her bed in silence and listened to the storm outside.