Title: What If…?

Author:Sabrinasmom3

Rating:T

Disclaimer:I don't own Joan of Arcadia or the actors, blah, blah blah.

Summary:What if at the end of Silence Grace just walked away Luke let her.

Chapter 4

Luke slammed his bedroom door and kicked a pile of clothes on the floor. He didn't think she would still be here or he would have stayed at Friedman's longer. Why did he let her get to him like that? Logically, she was all wrong for him anyway. They had nothing in common and certainly didn't share the same ideals. So why did her face appear whenever he closed his eyes and haunt his dreams while he slept? He hadn't had a good night's sleep all summer because of her.

"That's it," he said to himself. "I'm done. She is no longer going to control my thoughts and feelings." He hoped that saying it out loud would make it true. He was wrong.

Around 11 o'clock he ventured downstairs to get some warm milk. He had to do something or he'd never get to sleep. He was sitting at the table sipping his milk when Kevin came in. Luke was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when his brother wheeled up to the table with a bowl of ice cream. Kevin looked curiously at his brother, then purposely slammed his bowl down on the table. Luke jumped high enough out of his chair that when he came back down he missed the seat and landed on the kitchen floor.

"Man, what is wrong with you?" Kevin laughed. Luke stood up and brushed himself off. He glared at Kevin and shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong. What makes you think that? Can't a guy have a glass of warm milk without everyone thinking there's something wrong?" Luke barked out irritably.

Kevin just looked at him and waited. He knew if he stared long enough Luke would give in and tell him what was on his mind.

"Fine! I like this girl and I made the mistake of telling her and she all but laughed in my face and now I keep bumping into her and I can't get her out of my head. She heard how I feel and she couldn't care less. There. Are you happy?"

"Look man, it's normal. At least you took a chance and put it out there. There are only two things you can do. You can either buck up and get over it, or you can keep trying until she either gives in or files charges. What you cannot do is sit around moping like some wishy-washy teenage girl. You are a Girardi man. Start acting like it!"

Luke headed upstairs and thought about what Kevin said. He was right. Why should he be sitting around acting helpless and weak. He needed to come to a decision whether to pursue her even more aggressively and risk physical harm or put his every effort into just getting over her and moving on.