Author Notes: I sincerly apologize for the lack of updates. I'm having writers block like woah here in NY... hopefully it will get better. Anyhow, I've kind of lost touch with this story and am trying to write new chapters as they come to me. Reviews are greatly appriciated.
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Here Today, Gone Tommarow - Chapter Seven
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Joan couldn't face school the following day. Knowing she would be forced to spend chemistry without Adam was a thought she could not stand to bear. Helen had agreed to allow her daughter to stay home and tend to the house for the day. Luke offered to stay with his siter, but both had decided it would be best if Grace had stayed instead.
Not long after Mrs.Girardi left, Grace arrived. Their emotions had left both Joan and Grace in a state of shock. Tears began to fall at the sight of eachother. The gang simply wasn't complete without Adam.
"They have to find him" Joan cried
"And they will" Grace tried to reasure herself more than her friend
"A movie" Joan thought outloud "lets watch a movie"
"Good idea, Girardi" she commented, sitting down on the couch, trying to control her shaking.
"Get over it?"
"Excuse me?"
"It's a movie, Grace" Joan laughed through her tears
"Oh, yeah, okay, sure" Graces mind was obviously elsewhere.
The movie had started and the mood soon calmed. Joan began her normal teenage girl routine and drooled over Shane West, while Grace laughed histarically at the lack of plot points.
"Personally," Joan quoted from the movie, "I don't know what you see in the under-educated wank" she teased her friend, only to get a throw pillow tosed in her general direction.
"And that's why they call them *throw* pillows" Grace chuckled
A ringing of the telephone soon interupted them. "Great" Joan thought, "Moms checking up on us again"
"Hello?" she answered
"Jane?" a voice whispered through the telephone
"Adam?!" Joan exclaimed, causing Grace the jolt up from her seat. "Where are you? Are you okay?"
"They're coming for you, Jane, lock your doors, please Jane, call your dad"
"Adam where are you?" Joan repeated herself
"I have to go now Jane" Adam whiped a tear from his eye as he hung up the phone. He crawled back into the corner of the white room in wich he was being held captive. "It wont be long now" he told himself "and they'll be back with Iris"
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Joans tears had continued to fall. "He wouldn't tell me where he was" she told Grace.
"Well what *did* he say?"
"That they're coming for me and to call my dad"
"So what are you waiting for, Girardi?! Call him!"
"And then he comes home, they see the squad car and leave? No, Grace, I'm going with them. I'm getting to Adam"
"Girardi, you're talking crazy"
"Trust me, Grace, I have god on my side" '...atleast I *think* he's on my side' she thought silently.
"You're not thinking this through, are you? If they get you, they'll take me, and I aint dealing with taking orders from a squeak doll"
"They don't know you're here Grace, just go hide upstairs"
"What if your mom said something to Iris in art?"
"My moms not that dumb" Joan gave Grace an evil glare.
"Fine, I'll go alone with this, but I'm not just going to sit back while you two get killed"
"Listen, just get the plate number and call my dad after they've left. Here they come..." She smiled, turning away from the peep hole. "Wish me luck"
Grace gave Joan a quick hug before running up the stairs. "This is crazy" she thought "Why am I letting her do this?"
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"Iris?" Joan answered the door.
"Hi, Joan, your mom said I could find you here"
"Oh? Did you need something?"
"I'm worried about Adam"
"Yeah, so am I, word has it a squeeky dark haired girl and her gangs holding him hostage"
Iris' jaw droped. How was it that Joan knew? "Joan how could you acuse me of such things? You don't even know me"
Joan laughed, looking around Iris and out the door. "All alone? Where's the gang?"
"Joan, I realy don't know..."
"Save it baby voice, take me to Adam before I realy get peeved"
"But I told you, I don't know wh..."
Joan picked up the phone "Oh now what was my fathers office number again?" she interupted in an atempt to scare Iris.
"Alright, fine, get in, I'll drive you to A"
"Thank you" Joan smiled.
'Oh I'll drive you there alright, bitch' Iris thought to herself 'but once you're there, you're mine'.
As the car sped away Grace stared out the upstairs window, copying down the licence number.
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Here Today, Gone Tommarow - Chapter Seven
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Joan couldn't face school the following day. Knowing she would be forced to spend chemistry without Adam was a thought she could not stand to bear. Helen had agreed to allow her daughter to stay home and tend to the house for the day. Luke offered to stay with his siter, but both had decided it would be best if Grace had stayed instead.
Not long after Mrs.Girardi left, Grace arrived. Their emotions had left both Joan and Grace in a state of shock. Tears began to fall at the sight of eachother. The gang simply wasn't complete without Adam.
"They have to find him" Joan cried
"And they will" Grace tried to reasure herself more than her friend
"A movie" Joan thought outloud "lets watch a movie"
"Good idea, Girardi" she commented, sitting down on the couch, trying to control her shaking.
"Get over it?"
"Excuse me?"
"It's a movie, Grace" Joan laughed through her tears
"Oh, yeah, okay, sure" Graces mind was obviously elsewhere.
The movie had started and the mood soon calmed. Joan began her normal teenage girl routine and drooled over Shane West, while Grace laughed histarically at the lack of plot points.
"Personally," Joan quoted from the movie, "I don't know what you see in the under-educated wank" she teased her friend, only to get a throw pillow tosed in her general direction.
"And that's why they call them *throw* pillows" Grace chuckled
A ringing of the telephone soon interupted them. "Great" Joan thought, "Moms checking up on us again"
"Hello?" she answered
"Jane?" a voice whispered through the telephone
"Adam?!" Joan exclaimed, causing Grace the jolt up from her seat. "Where are you? Are you okay?"
"They're coming for you, Jane, lock your doors, please Jane, call your dad"
"Adam where are you?" Joan repeated herself
"I have to go now Jane" Adam whiped a tear from his eye as he hung up the phone. He crawled back into the corner of the white room in wich he was being held captive. "It wont be long now" he told himself "and they'll be back with Iris"
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Joans tears had continued to fall. "He wouldn't tell me where he was" she told Grace.
"Well what *did* he say?"
"That they're coming for me and to call my dad"
"So what are you waiting for, Girardi?! Call him!"
"And then he comes home, they see the squad car and leave? No, Grace, I'm going with them. I'm getting to Adam"
"Girardi, you're talking crazy"
"Trust me, Grace, I have god on my side" '...atleast I *think* he's on my side' she thought silently.
"You're not thinking this through, are you? If they get you, they'll take me, and I aint dealing with taking orders from a squeak doll"
"They don't know you're here Grace, just go hide upstairs"
"What if your mom said something to Iris in art?"
"My moms not that dumb" Joan gave Grace an evil glare.
"Fine, I'll go alone with this, but I'm not just going to sit back while you two get killed"
"Listen, just get the plate number and call my dad after they've left. Here they come..." She smiled, turning away from the peep hole. "Wish me luck"
Grace gave Joan a quick hug before running up the stairs. "This is crazy" she thought "Why am I letting her do this?"
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"Iris?" Joan answered the door.
"Hi, Joan, your mom said I could find you here"
"Oh? Did you need something?"
"I'm worried about Adam"
"Yeah, so am I, word has it a squeeky dark haired girl and her gangs holding him hostage"
Iris' jaw droped. How was it that Joan knew? "Joan how could you acuse me of such things? You don't even know me"
Joan laughed, looking around Iris and out the door. "All alone? Where's the gang?"
"Joan, I realy don't know..."
"Save it baby voice, take me to Adam before I realy get peeved"
"But I told you, I don't know wh..."
Joan picked up the phone "Oh now what was my fathers office number again?" she interupted in an atempt to scare Iris.
"Alright, fine, get in, I'll drive you to A"
"Thank you" Joan smiled.
'Oh I'll drive you there alright, bitch' Iris thought to herself 'but once you're there, you're mine'.
As the car sped away Grace stared out the upstairs window, copying down the licence number.
