[A/N:] There's a little angst in this chapter but I promise it will balance out eventually.
Thanks for the reviews guys/gals, you rock!
-Cam
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Joan laughed as Riley made a comment about Physics but little did she know, she was being watched by-
Adam Rove.
I really miss you Jane.
"Adam. Earth to Adam. Focus here please." Came Faith's voice, breaking the reverie Adam was in.
"Sorry Faith, I have a lot on my mind."
"It's fine Adam, do you want to talk about it?"
Adam looked longingly over at Joan and Faith definitely caught it this time.
"Head over heels for her huh?"
"Yeah."
"What happened then?"
"I didn't believe her. The perso- thing she based her entire existence on, seemed like it was an entire illusion. She trusted me to believe her, but I was blind with doubt. I still am."
"Ouch... harsh."
"I just... wish maybe I could turn back time and tell her something different, without being quite so blunt about it."
"Do you still not believe her?"
"I don't really know what to believe."
Faith looked at Adam as he buried his face in his hands. She brought a comforting arm around his shoulder and whispered, "Just have a little faith Adam."
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Joan sat beside the window in her living room. The rain softly poured outside.
Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter.
Joan couldn't help but put her hand beside the window, staring monotonously to the bland existence in which she thrived on.
Joan was at peace, for maybe a millisecond before a figure appeared beside the window and shook her from her trance.
Adam Rove came face to face with Joan, only the window separating them. Adam put his hand up to the exact same spot where Joan's hand lay on the glass. She looked down at it and back at his sweet, face, dripping wet. His eyes contained a certain longing, one she knew too well. She missed him too.
She got up and walked to the door, Adam following on the other side. When she opened it, she wasn't quite surprised to find Adam soaking wet from head to toe, his hair tussled from the rain, his eyes pleading with guilt. She led him to the living room silently and grabbed a towel to offer him. He gratefully took it and began drying himself off.
Joan was the first to break the ice.
"Adam... what are you doing here?"
Adam held the towel in his hand as he peered into Joan's eyes.
"We need to talk Jane."
Joan smiled to herself at his usage of 'Jane'.
"Where do we begin Adam?"
"The talk at the hospital would be a good start."
Joan really didn't want to discuss that with him.
"What about it? You're over it, we're over it, everybody's over it."
"But that's just it Joan. I'm NOT over it and I know you're not over it too."
Joan heaved a sigh. "Adam, I want to forget about it."
"No Jane, we can't, because Faith made me realize-"
"OH! So that's why you really wanted to come over here! To tell me that you're in love with Faith!"
Joan felt her heart racing, as the pent up angst she'd been feeling finally burst.
"That's a bunch of crock and you know it Jane. I don't like Faith. She's not my girlfriend."
"And I am? Well we're a shoddy couple then because my boyfriend barely makes eye contact with me, but he befriends the new girl like that." Joan snapped her fingers as a gesture.
"Joan you're being hypocritical! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT DOESN'T LOOK ME IN THE EYE!"
Great, back to being Joan.
"Well you know at least some people listen to me and do what they say when they promise me something!"
Adam felt the veins in his head pumping the blood.
"Yeah!?! Are you talking about Riley huh?! I saw you giving him looks! YOU LIKE HIM!"
Joan couldn't take it. How could Adam accuse her of that?
"Get out of my house now."
Adam felt his anger wash over.
"Jane I'm sorr-"
"Adam... Get... Out... Of... My... House... Now!" Joan shouted, enunciating each word.
Adam looked into Joan's eyes and for the first time, he could no longer gaze beyond them and see into her soul.
She blocked him out.
He folded the towel she gave him and placed it on the couch.
With one stride, he opened the door and walked out, the rain pouring harder than ever.
