Catching Insanity 4/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cute Boy God/Joan (the blasphemy!) With small hints of Joan/Adam, and Adam/Iris
Summary: God asks Joan to lie to Adam for his own good. Will she? And if she does can she live with the confusion that follows?
Authors Note: This fic is going to be about Joan's evolving feelings for God and the ensuing insanity this causes our poor heroine. If this squicks anyone read no further. Thank you kindly.
Thanks so much for the reviews. I'm glad you all are enjoying the story so far. Any suggestions on plot would be great. I know the ending already but I am a bit stuck on the middle.
Warning: Physical abuse and alcoholism mentioned. Be warned. Nothing drastic in this chapter, but may get a tad dark for a few chapters. Don't worry, it will still be a fairly upbeat story.
Uncomfortable Circumstances
The next day at school Joan and Adam were painfully polite to each other, although there was obviously still a lot of tension between them, garnering looks from both Grace and Iris due to their unusual behavior. The night before Joan spent locked in her room staring at the ceiling with rock music playing loudly in the background. Once her family got home, her mother tried unsuccessfully to get her out of her room, but eventually gave up when Joan merely ignored her repeated calls about dinner. Her thoughts went around and around until she was completely overwhelmed and drained. She fell asleep at eight o'clock that night, wrapped tightly around her pillow, which was still damp from her tears.
The next morning Joan dragged herself out of bed reluctantly and walked silently down to breakfast, not paying attention when her family shot her concerned looks.
"Is everything okay honey?" Her mother tried to broach the subject of her daughter's melancholy, watching as Joan listlessly ate her ham and cheese omelet.
"Everything's fine, Mom. I've just got a lot on my mind right now." Joan smiled at her mother reassuringly.
"All right Joan, but if you need to talk…"
"I'm fine really." She answered, keeping her own counsel.
The rest of the day passed in much the same way as Joan only spoke when directly asked a question. In between classes she walked quietly and looked as if she was deep in thought about a serious matter.
[I know that I did the right thing, but why does it have to hurt so much? I mean he's practically wrapped around her for goodness sake. It sure didn't take him long to get over me, did it? What a whole twenty hours. It's killing me to watch the man I just admitted to myself I loved yesterday in the arms of someone who isn't me. I have no idea how I am going to handle this, let alone God the next time I see him. Even though I know why he asked me to lie, I still resent him a lot. Why can't I ever be happy for once?]
When Joan wasn't mentally cursing Adam, God and herself, she made it a point to watch Iris to make sure that she was all right. She seemed perfectly happy in Adam's arms, so obviously the events God warned her about hadn't come to pass as of yet.
"Do I have something on my face?" Iris asked abruptly after having caught Joan staring for the third time in as many minutes.
"What?" Joan asked jumping slightly.
"You've been staring at me all day. Is there a problem?" Iris asked in a snotty tone of voice, which would normally set Joan's teeth on edge. Adam tightened his arms around Iris' waist in warning, watching Joan cautiously, waiting for her to snap back.
"No… I've just come to a few rather startling realizations recently, that's all."
"O-kay, care to explain that?" Iris asked curiously, for once not glaring at Joan hostilely.
"You make Adam happy." Joan blurted out almost accusingly.
"Well, I am his girlfriend."
"I just never noticed before."
"Might have something to do with Gideon." Adam interjected sarcastically.
"Who's that?" Iris questioned, looking wearily between her boyfriend and Joan, catching an undercurrent of hostility.
"My, er… boyfriend." Joan answered hesitantly.
"Your what?" Grace asked sharply from behind her. "Have you been holding out on me, Girardi?"
"So I'm not the only one who didn't know."
"How long has this been going on and why didn't you tell me?" Grace asked nonchalantly, trying unsuccessfully to hide the bit of hurt in her voice.
"You're not exactly one to gossip." Joan answered cautiously. "Besides, I wasn't sure exactly where the relationship was going. I didn't want to say anything before we'd figured it out."
"What's to figure out? Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, and they couple. End of story."
"I didn't know if we were just fooling around or if it was serious, ya know?"
"Oh, well I suppose since you already told Rove, that this guy will be around for a while then?"
"I hope so."
[Boy you're getting to be an adept liar, Girardi. Wait until God finds out we're now in a committed relationship. Won't he be pleased.]
"Well, why don't you invite his to my house tomorrow?" Iris suggested, looking thrilled with the recent turn of events.
"I was going to ask you if that was alright. That way you can all meet him at once."
"Can't wait." Grace responded just as the bell rung letting school out for the day. "I'll see you all tomorrow night."
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cute Boy God/Joan (the blasphemy!) With small hints of Joan/Adam, and Adam/Iris
Summary: God asks Joan to lie to Adam for his own good. Will she? And if she does can she live with the confusion that follows?
Authors Note: This fic is going to be about Joan's evolving feelings for God and the ensuing insanity this causes our poor heroine. If this squicks anyone read no further. Thank you kindly.
Thanks so much for the reviews. I'm glad you all are enjoying the story so far. Any suggestions on plot would be great. I know the ending already but I am a bit stuck on the middle.
Warning: Physical abuse and alcoholism mentioned. Be warned. Nothing drastic in this chapter, but may get a tad dark for a few chapters. Don't worry, it will still be a fairly upbeat story.
Uncomfortable Circumstances
The next day at school Joan and Adam were painfully polite to each other, although there was obviously still a lot of tension between them, garnering looks from both Grace and Iris due to their unusual behavior. The night before Joan spent locked in her room staring at the ceiling with rock music playing loudly in the background. Once her family got home, her mother tried unsuccessfully to get her out of her room, but eventually gave up when Joan merely ignored her repeated calls about dinner. Her thoughts went around and around until she was completely overwhelmed and drained. She fell asleep at eight o'clock that night, wrapped tightly around her pillow, which was still damp from her tears.
The next morning Joan dragged herself out of bed reluctantly and walked silently down to breakfast, not paying attention when her family shot her concerned looks.
"Is everything okay honey?" Her mother tried to broach the subject of her daughter's melancholy, watching as Joan listlessly ate her ham and cheese omelet.
"Everything's fine, Mom. I've just got a lot on my mind right now." Joan smiled at her mother reassuringly.
"All right Joan, but if you need to talk…"
"I'm fine really." She answered, keeping her own counsel.
The rest of the day passed in much the same way as Joan only spoke when directly asked a question. In between classes she walked quietly and looked as if she was deep in thought about a serious matter.
[I know that I did the right thing, but why does it have to hurt so much? I mean he's practically wrapped around her for goodness sake. It sure didn't take him long to get over me, did it? What a whole twenty hours. It's killing me to watch the man I just admitted to myself I loved yesterday in the arms of someone who isn't me. I have no idea how I am going to handle this, let alone God the next time I see him. Even though I know why he asked me to lie, I still resent him a lot. Why can't I ever be happy for once?]
When Joan wasn't mentally cursing Adam, God and herself, she made it a point to watch Iris to make sure that she was all right. She seemed perfectly happy in Adam's arms, so obviously the events God warned her about hadn't come to pass as of yet.
"Do I have something on my face?" Iris asked abruptly after having caught Joan staring for the third time in as many minutes.
"What?" Joan asked jumping slightly.
"You've been staring at me all day. Is there a problem?" Iris asked in a snotty tone of voice, which would normally set Joan's teeth on edge. Adam tightened his arms around Iris' waist in warning, watching Joan cautiously, waiting for her to snap back.
"No… I've just come to a few rather startling realizations recently, that's all."
"O-kay, care to explain that?" Iris asked curiously, for once not glaring at Joan hostilely.
"You make Adam happy." Joan blurted out almost accusingly.
"Well, I am his girlfriend."
"I just never noticed before."
"Might have something to do with Gideon." Adam interjected sarcastically.
"Who's that?" Iris questioned, looking wearily between her boyfriend and Joan, catching an undercurrent of hostility.
"My, er… boyfriend." Joan answered hesitantly.
"Your what?" Grace asked sharply from behind her. "Have you been holding out on me, Girardi?"
"So I'm not the only one who didn't know."
"How long has this been going on and why didn't you tell me?" Grace asked nonchalantly, trying unsuccessfully to hide the bit of hurt in her voice.
"You're not exactly one to gossip." Joan answered cautiously. "Besides, I wasn't sure exactly where the relationship was going. I didn't want to say anything before we'd figured it out."
"What's to figure out? Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, and they couple. End of story."
"I didn't know if we were just fooling around or if it was serious, ya know?"
"Oh, well I suppose since you already told Rove, that this guy will be around for a while then?"
"I hope so."
[Boy you're getting to be an adept liar, Girardi. Wait until God finds out we're now in a committed relationship. Won't he be pleased.]
"Well, why don't you invite his to my house tomorrow?" Iris suggested, looking thrilled with the recent turn of events.
"I was going to ask you if that was alright. That way you can all meet him at once."
"Can't wait." Grace responded just as the bell rung letting school out for the day. "I'll see you all tomorrow night."