Authors Note: Ah! She's back!1 My muse is back!!!! Yes! And we didn't get to Nationals, so no more staying after, which means more writing, and school ends on June 17th so even more writing, and my friends and I changed our study group to friday before JoA, so even more time to write, it's beautiful.
16. Party Plans
The ride back to Arcadia was silent. Grace caught Luke giving her looks and attempting to say something a few times, but he had given up within a half hour. It seemed like forever before Grace turned onto the road which the Girardi's lived on. She pulled into the driveway and stopped the car.
"Get out," she told him.
"Grace.." he started.
"Get out of the car."
"Okay, okay. I'm going," Luke opened the door and stepped out of the car. Grace was about to pull out of the driveway when Joan came running down to her car and practically throwing herself at it. Grace raised an eyebrow and unrolled her window.
"Here," Joan said, shoving a piece of paper at Grace. She then ran back up the driveway and into the house.
'Uhm.. okay..' Grace thought, rolling up her window and driving away.
*
"Hanmas?" Joan asked her mother.
"Chrismukkah," Helen suggested.
"No mom, that's already taken. It's gotta be Hanmas or.. uhm..Christmasmukkah.." Entering the room, Luke looked from his sister to his mother.
"Do I want to know?" he asked.
"Well, mom had an idea to have a Christmas party, and invite Adam and Mr. Rove and Grace and her father if he's feeling up to it, and Rebecca.. except Grace is Jewish so it can't be Christmas," Joan explained.
"Right.." Luke said, walking up to his room at a faster pace than normal.
"Think about what to call it later Joan. Think about the things we need to buy today. It is next week, after all."
"Right, I'm on it," Joan said, going up to her room.
*
"Hey." Grace opened her eyes and looked up, seeing Adam standing above her.
"Rove? What are you doing here? ...And where's here?" Grace asked sleeply.
"Here is the hospital yo. You fell asleep," Adam told her. Grace sat up and looked around the room.
"Oh." The door to the hospital room opened and a girl with long red hair entered. She looked at Grace and Adam.
"Are you related..." she started. Grace cut her off.
"Only by blood. Well, I am, he's not." the girl nodded.
"Okay. I'm Gretchen, I'm a candy striper. I guess I'll come back later.."
"You do that," Grace told her. Adam turned to Grace.
"You should probably go home and get some accual sleep, yo," he told her. Grace raised an eyebrow.
"You think I smell huh?" Adam gave a small smile.
"You smell kind of like Jane did after dumpster diving in highschool."
"Gee, thanks Rove. Call me if you learn anything?"
"Unchallenged."
16. Party Plans
The ride back to Arcadia was silent. Grace caught Luke giving her looks and attempting to say something a few times, but he had given up within a half hour. It seemed like forever before Grace turned onto the road which the Girardi's lived on. She pulled into the driveway and stopped the car.
"Get out," she told him.
"Grace.." he started.
"Get out of the car."
"Okay, okay. I'm going," Luke opened the door and stepped out of the car. Grace was about to pull out of the driveway when Joan came running down to her car and practically throwing herself at it. Grace raised an eyebrow and unrolled her window.
"Here," Joan said, shoving a piece of paper at Grace. She then ran back up the driveway and into the house.
'Uhm.. okay..' Grace thought, rolling up her window and driving away.
*
"Hanmas?" Joan asked her mother.
"Chrismukkah," Helen suggested.
"No mom, that's already taken. It's gotta be Hanmas or.. uhm..Christmasmukkah.." Entering the room, Luke looked from his sister to his mother.
"Do I want to know?" he asked.
"Well, mom had an idea to have a Christmas party, and invite Adam and Mr. Rove and Grace and her father if he's feeling up to it, and Rebecca.. except Grace is Jewish so it can't be Christmas," Joan explained.
"Right.." Luke said, walking up to his room at a faster pace than normal.
"Think about what to call it later Joan. Think about the things we need to buy today. It is next week, after all."
"Right, I'm on it," Joan said, going up to her room.
*
"Hey." Grace opened her eyes and looked up, seeing Adam standing above her.
"Rove? What are you doing here? ...And where's here?" Grace asked sleeply.
"Here is the hospital yo. You fell asleep," Adam told her. Grace sat up and looked around the room.
"Oh." The door to the hospital room opened and a girl with long red hair entered. She looked at Grace and Adam.
"Are you related..." she started. Grace cut her off.
"Only by blood. Well, I am, he's not." the girl nodded.
"Okay. I'm Gretchen, I'm a candy striper. I guess I'll come back later.."
"You do that," Grace told her. Adam turned to Grace.
"You should probably go home and get some accual sleep, yo," he told her. Grace raised an eyebrow.
"You think I smell huh?" Adam gave a small smile.
"You smell kind of like Jane did after dumpster diving in highschool."
"Gee, thanks Rove. Call me if you learn anything?"
"Unchallenged."