A/N: Sorry for not updating in such a long time, thanks again to Twilight Writer. Hope you all enjoy these chapters, let me know what you think.
The two stayed curled up on the window seat until the bell rang and Joan stood up and stretched. "Need to get to class." She picked up her bag and turned to God. "See you later maybe?"
God nodded. Joan smiled and left to get to class on time.
She slid into her chair and set about getting ready to take notes, a smile ghosting on her lips.
"Hey Jane!" Adam hissed as he sat next to her. "Who was the guy in the hall?"
Joan looked up. "What guy?"
"Black mesh, purple spikes, make-up."
Joan looked at Adam. "When did you..."
"Today, you were talking to him in the hall; both me and Grace saw you."
"Oh him!" Joan pulled out a pen and set it next to her notebook. "He's just a friend of mine, his name's David."
"Oh. I've seen him before, where'd you two meet?"
"Joan turned back to her stuff. "On the way to school, on the bus." It was true, technically. It wasn't that form she had met then, but true none the less.
Adam nodded. "Cool. How long have you been friends?"
Joan laughed softly. "It feels like forever sometimes, but since school started."
"Miss Girardi, Mr. Rove are you done? May we start class now?"
Both Adam and Joan flinched slightly and nodded.
"Thank you. Now turn to page 394."
During class Joan nudge Adam with her elbow. "Just wanted to say sorry about ignoring you earlier." She whispered, so the teacher wouldn't hear.
"It's cool Jane." Adam grinned. And they turned back to their notes.
After school Joan was walking home when she felt someone tug on her scarf. It wasn't that cold out; all she really needed was a light scarf and a long sleeved shirt to keep warm. She felt the tug again and turned around. "Hey."
"You said you wanted to see me later. It's later." God replied.
"What kind of hello is that?" Joan asked.
"Well is this any better?" God stepped up to her and kissed her.
Joan's eyes closed briefly before she blushed and backed up. "Um, what was that?"
"It's called a kiss Joan."
"I know that. Why do you keep doing it?"
"Well if you don't like it, I can always stop."
That just made Joan look at him. "No, I like it." She blushed slightly.
God smiled at that. "Good. Come on, I'll walk you home." He took Joan's hand and laced their fingers together. Joan looked down at their hands God squeezed her hand slightly and tugged.
"Okay." Joan replied and they set off towards home.
Joan walked up the steps of the porch, her hand still in God's. He stopped at the bottom, which made her turn around. "You wanna come in?"
God shook his head. "Meet me on Saturday at the park, bring a picnic basket."
Joan nodded. "What is it with you and Saturday?" she asked rhetorically.
"Just do it." Came the reply as God squeezed her hand again and walked away.
Saturday afternoon
Joan found herself waiting at the park entrance, basket in hand, when she was tapped on the shoulder. Turning she saw God and saw that he had a blanket, blue plaid, in hand. Without a word, he took her hand and led her into the park. They found a grassy spot near the playground, but far away enough that they couldn't hear the kids.
"Well this is different; I don't normally see this version of you here."
God laid out the blanket and they sat down. "Sometimes I like to try out different forms in different places."
"To see the reactions?" Joan asked, opening the basket.
"Yes."
Inside the basket were peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, some celery and carrot sticks, fruit, pink lemon aid to drink and for dessert fudge brownies.
"Crunchy or smooth, didn't know which you'd want so made both and you're stuck with grape jelly, it's all we had."
"Crunchy works for me."
Joan handed God a sandwich and grabbed a smooth one herself and drinks for both of them. Joan stopped and watched God eat for a second and then realized she had been staring. "Sorry. It's just strange watching you eat."
God swallowed. "I can do just about anything that humans can do Joan, if I want to, eat, sleep, make love."
Joan flushed slightly at that. "Even die?"
"Except that. I'm absolute remember?"
"Good." Joan whispered. "That thought kinda scares me."
God reassured her and they continued eating.
Later they had stretched out on the blanket and were cloud watching. Well God was; Joan was actually God watching and hoping he didn't notice. He did of course and let her believe he didn't. Joan noticed how the sunlight bounced off all of God's piercing and was captivated the most by the lip ring. Just the way the light flashed and reflected made her smile. By now, they were reclining instead of lying down and Joan couldn't help it when her fingertips reached out to play with God's jewelry.
God shot her an amused look. "Yes?" he asked, sitting up.
"Nothing Joan replied. Just looking."
"Uh huh."
Joan sat up and continued to play with the jewelry, this time the earrings.
God raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like nothing or just looking. It looks like playing."
Joan moved so she was sitting in his lap, facing him, stratling his legs. "Well what do you expect? You show up with all this cool jewelry, excuse me while I look." By now Joan was done with his ears and had moved onto the necklaces and collar.
God tilted his head back so she could get a better look at the collar.
Joan unfastened it and held it up to her neck. "What do you think?"
God looked and shock his head. "Nah, I don't think so."
"What? You don't think that I could do Goth?"
"You could but I'm not sure it would look good on you."
Joan's hands let down the collar. "You sure?"
Another nod. Joan shrugged and moved to put it back on him. They were so close that Joan could smell the peanut butter on God's breath.
"Mmm, peanut butter." she teased, tilting her head to the right to make sure she had the collar on right.
God chuckled at that and the chuckle turned into a kiss as Joan finally got the collar into place. Her arms, since they were there tightened around his neck and God's arms went around her waist to steady her. The kiss was warm, soft and tasted like peanut butter and jelly and a slowly deepening. Joan was enjoying herself completely, feeling safe and at ease, when she heard someone gasp,
"Jane!"
She tore herself away from God's mouth in shock and saw who it was. "Adam!"