Authors Note: Thanks to Allie for suggesting part of the idea in this chapter. I'm also trying out a new song fic type thing in this chapter, let me know if it blows. Song's Could've Been by Mandy Moore
13. Could've Been
"Jump." Grace laughed.
"You jump. I went first last time."
"The last time we did this we were seven, yo," Adam told her. It was the next morning, and with the power still out, Grace had gone over to Adam's to find some entertainment. The two had ended up on top of his roof, only after creating a huge snowpile below.
"We'll jump together."
"Deal." The two counted down from three in their minds, then jumped off the roof and into the huge snowbank below. As they hit they began cracking up and throwing snow at each other.
"When was the last time we did this?" Grace asked Adam. "The two of us, just hanging out, just doing whatever, I mean."
"I don't remember yo. I think it was back before my mom.." Adam said, trailing off.
"Yeah.." Silence. "Hey Rove. I'll race you back to the roof." The two jumped up and ran, as well as you can in seven inches of snow, back to the front of Adam's house.
*
"I'm going to Adam's," Joan announced.
"Are you bi-polar?" Luke asked his sister.
"Funny Luke. I just need to talk to him. The way things turned out the other day... I just need to talk to him.." Joan grabbed her coat and headed out of the house.
*
"Watch out for the-" Adam started. Too late. Grace hit a patch of ice in the drive way and went crashing to the ground. "Ice.." Adam added with a laugh.
"Yeah, because that was just so funny Rove," Grace said, standing up. She took another step, still on the patch of ice, slipping again, and taking Adam down with her.
"Your driveway is deadly Rove."
"Cha," Adam agreed. The two repeated the moving and falling routine a few more times, each time getting a little closer to the end of the ice patch.
"You know something? I'm considering suing you," Grace told Adam as they hit the pavement again.
*
Joan approached Adam's house. She was about to go straight for the shed when she heard laughing coming from the driveway. Walking up it, she saw Adam and Grace laying in the driveway in a very compromising position.
"Dude," Joan said in a very Adam-ish manner.
"Joan?" Adam asked, standing up. He nearly fell back down again, but grabbed onto the side of the house and maneuvered his way off the ice. Joan turned and headed back down the driveway, making the fasted getaway she could.
/The flowers that you gave me
Are just about to die
When I think about what could've been
Makes me want to cry
The sweet words you whispered
Didn't mean a thing
I guess our song is over
As we begin to sing/
Joan didn't stop walking until she reached the park. She sunk down on a bench and pulled her legs up to her chest.
/Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
Could've been my lover
Everyday of my life
Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
I'll never know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night
The memories of our lovin'
Still linger in the air
Like the faded scent of your roses
Stay with me everywhere
Every time I get my hopes up
They always seem to fall
Still what could've been
Is better than what could never be at all
Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
Could've been my lover
Everyday of my life
Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
You can't know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night
Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
You can't know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night
Ni-ooh-ight
Ni-ooh-ight
How can you know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night/
"Jane.. Joan... Jane?" Adam asked. Joan looked up.
"You sound confused."
"I'm always confused yo," Adam said, sitting next to her. "It's not what your thinking Jane. We fell on the ice. What you're thinking.. that's just.. I'd be like kissing my sister."
"I guess you're right.. I mean.. I just.. I wasn't.." Joan stammered.
"What did you wanna talk about?" Adam asked, saving her.
"I love you Adam," Joan spat out.
"I love you too Jane."
"And.. I want to get back together.." Joan said quietly.
"So do I.." Adam told her, putting a hand on Joan's face and pulling her in for a kiss.
13. Could've Been
"Jump." Grace laughed.
"You jump. I went first last time."
"The last time we did this we were seven, yo," Adam told her. It was the next morning, and with the power still out, Grace had gone over to Adam's to find some entertainment. The two had ended up on top of his roof, only after creating a huge snowpile below.
"We'll jump together."
"Deal." The two counted down from three in their minds, then jumped off the roof and into the huge snowbank below. As they hit they began cracking up and throwing snow at each other.
"When was the last time we did this?" Grace asked Adam. "The two of us, just hanging out, just doing whatever, I mean."
"I don't remember yo. I think it was back before my mom.." Adam said, trailing off.
"Yeah.." Silence. "Hey Rove. I'll race you back to the roof." The two jumped up and ran, as well as you can in seven inches of snow, back to the front of Adam's house.
*
"I'm going to Adam's," Joan announced.
"Are you bi-polar?" Luke asked his sister.
"Funny Luke. I just need to talk to him. The way things turned out the other day... I just need to talk to him.." Joan grabbed her coat and headed out of the house.
*
"Watch out for the-" Adam started. Too late. Grace hit a patch of ice in the drive way and went crashing to the ground. "Ice.." Adam added with a laugh.
"Yeah, because that was just so funny Rove," Grace said, standing up. She took another step, still on the patch of ice, slipping again, and taking Adam down with her.
"Your driveway is deadly Rove."
"Cha," Adam agreed. The two repeated the moving and falling routine a few more times, each time getting a little closer to the end of the ice patch.
"You know something? I'm considering suing you," Grace told Adam as they hit the pavement again.
*
Joan approached Adam's house. She was about to go straight for the shed when she heard laughing coming from the driveway. Walking up it, she saw Adam and Grace laying in the driveway in a very compromising position.
"Dude," Joan said in a very Adam-ish manner.
"Joan?" Adam asked, standing up. He nearly fell back down again, but grabbed onto the side of the house and maneuvered his way off the ice. Joan turned and headed back down the driveway, making the fasted getaway she could.
/The flowers that you gave me
Are just about to die
When I think about what could've been
Makes me want to cry
The sweet words you whispered
Didn't mean a thing
I guess our song is over
As we begin to sing/
Joan didn't stop walking until she reached the park. She sunk down on a bench and pulled her legs up to her chest.
/Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
Could've been my lover
Everyday of my life
Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
I'll never know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night
The memories of our lovin'
Still linger in the air
Like the faded scent of your roses
Stay with me everywhere
Every time I get my hopes up
They always seem to fall
Still what could've been
Is better than what could never be at all
Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
Could've been my lover
Everyday of my life
Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
You can't know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night
Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right
You can't know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night
Ni-ooh-ight
Ni-ooh-ight
How can you know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night/
"Jane.. Joan... Jane?" Adam asked. Joan looked up.
"You sound confused."
"I'm always confused yo," Adam said, sitting next to her. "It's not what your thinking Jane. We fell on the ice. What you're thinking.. that's just.. I'd be like kissing my sister."
"I guess you're right.. I mean.. I just.. I wasn't.." Joan stammered.
"What did you wanna talk about?" Adam asked, saving her.
"I love you Adam," Joan spat out.
"I love you too Jane."
"And.. I want to get back together.." Joan said quietly.
"So do I.." Adam told her, putting a hand on Joan's face and pulling her in for a kiss.