Catching Insanity 5/?
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.
A Walk with God
Joan hated being petty and selfish. Generally she is not either on a regular basis. Granted Joan can be self-involved, but what teenager isn't these days? Even so she had to keep reminding herself to be understanding and to put her wants and desires below others. That whole hypothetical that God told her a few days ago was still stuck in her mind, but she didn't know what to do with the information. It didn't make her feel any better at all. [Damn God anyway, the know it all.]
If anything it made her feel worse because not only was she tacitly setting down her hopes for getting back together with Adam, but she was also making him feel bad in the process, and doubting the worth of Adam's affections for her in the first place. That's not even to mention trying to befriend Iris, annoying voice and all, and keeping her resentment of God to herself. She was very much aware that it wasn't God's fault per se, but since God began speaking to her she had been continuously trying to balance Him and her life outside of the occasional message from the Almighty.
So when God knocked on the door a few minutes before they were scheduled to be at Iris' for the study group, Joan forcefully put a smile on her face, fully prepared to keep it their the whole night, even when she watched Iris and Adam make kissy-faces at each other.
There god stood in all of his teenagery angst hotness as she opened the door after calling a quick goodbye to her parents. If someone were to comment about her snippy thoughts she would have rolled her eyes in exasperation, but since God did not comment on her hostile state of mind they left her house in silence.
Surprisingly when they weren't snippy with each other, or Joan wasn't smarting off she was comfortable in the Almighty pain-in-the-ass' presence. He calmed her chaotic mind and made her feel safe without even speaking. She wasn't consciously thinking about this however, and was content to ignore Him for a few more peaceful moments.
They had just turned the corner onto Iris' street when Joan noticed that God wasn't walking next to her, and as she turned around she saw God leaning against the side of a building casually as if waiting for her to finally notice his absence.
"You can't keep giving your boyfriend the silent treatment if you expect to convince your friends." He commented softly, looking at Joan with a strangely searching look on his face.
"Well we're not in front of my friends now, are we?" She answered sarcastically.
"What's going on Joan?"
"Don't you know already?" She asked snidely.
"You're very angry at me." He answered, ignoring her attitude with much practice.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it." Joan assured him, turning away to hide the shame she felt at talking to God like that. Usually her comments were mostly joking, although fueled by annoyance. This time however, she was genuinely pissed off at God and was trying her hardest not to show it. "We need to get to Iris' or the others will be worried."
God watched Joan for a few silent moments, and if she didn't know better with a bit of hurt in his eyes. [Sure, next I'll be imagining Him feeling pain because he stubbed his toe.]
"Very well, Joan. Let's go." He agreed gesturing her to precede him up the street. As they walked up Iris' steps God put his arm around Joan's waist, to which she barely kept herself from stiffening. When she looked at him questioningly he winked at her. "Appearances, Joan."
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.
A Walk with God
Joan hated being petty and selfish. Generally she is not either on a regular basis. Granted Joan can be self-involved, but what teenager isn't these days? Even so she had to keep reminding herself to be understanding and to put her wants and desires below others. That whole hypothetical that God told her a few days ago was still stuck in her mind, but she didn't know what to do with the information. It didn't make her feel any better at all. [Damn God anyway, the know it all.]
If anything it made her feel worse because not only was she tacitly setting down her hopes for getting back together with Adam, but she was also making him feel bad in the process, and doubting the worth of Adam's affections for her in the first place. That's not even to mention trying to befriend Iris, annoying voice and all, and keeping her resentment of God to herself. She was very much aware that it wasn't God's fault per se, but since God began speaking to her she had been continuously trying to balance Him and her life outside of the occasional message from the Almighty.
So when God knocked on the door a few minutes before they were scheduled to be at Iris' for the study group, Joan forcefully put a smile on her face, fully prepared to keep it their the whole night, even when she watched Iris and Adam make kissy-faces at each other.
There god stood in all of his teenagery angst hotness as she opened the door after calling a quick goodbye to her parents. If someone were to comment about her snippy thoughts she would have rolled her eyes in exasperation, but since God did not comment on her hostile state of mind they left her house in silence.
Surprisingly when they weren't snippy with each other, or Joan wasn't smarting off she was comfortable in the Almighty pain-in-the-ass' presence. He calmed her chaotic mind and made her feel safe without even speaking. She wasn't consciously thinking about this however, and was content to ignore Him for a few more peaceful moments.
They had just turned the corner onto Iris' street when Joan noticed that God wasn't walking next to her, and as she turned around she saw God leaning against the side of a building casually as if waiting for her to finally notice his absence.
"You can't keep giving your boyfriend the silent treatment if you expect to convince your friends." He commented softly, looking at Joan with a strangely searching look on his face.
"Well we're not in front of my friends now, are we?" She answered sarcastically.
"What's going on Joan?"
"Don't you know already?" She asked snidely.
"You're very angry at me." He answered, ignoring her attitude with much practice.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it." Joan assured him, turning away to hide the shame she felt at talking to God like that. Usually her comments were mostly joking, although fueled by annoyance. This time however, she was genuinely pissed off at God and was trying her hardest not to show it. "We need to get to Iris' or the others will be worried."
God watched Joan for a few silent moments, and if she didn't know better with a bit of hurt in his eyes. [Sure, next I'll be imagining Him feeling pain because he stubbed his toe.]
"Very well, Joan. Let's go." He agreed gesturing her to precede him up the street. As they walked up Iris' steps God put his arm around Joan's waist, to which she barely kept herself from stiffening. When she looked at him questioningly he winked at her. "Appearances, Joan."