Alrighty, here's the second chapter in my Grace-fic. Well, this parts a little more Luke/Grace than just Grace. This chapter will have a few references to "Room to Panic", so you may want to read that first. Don't worry, it's not too long. I'm still Exdee, remember. ;D
Still about 7 houses away, I was shocked to see him sitting on front step, like he knew I was coming. Hm, maybe he is telepathic. I could feel my lips twist into a wry grin.
Woah, Polk, what're you doing here? Hold up. Am I really about to do this? The question really is, however, what am I about to do? I'm thinking, at this point, that a plan might have been helpful. But how anarchist is planning? No, screw the plan. I can do this without one.
"Grace?" Wow - I didn't know someone's eyebrows could go up that high. Apparently it's shocking to see the girlfriend you always thought was extremely embarrassed by you come walking to your house at the crack of dawn.
"Nope, I'm just a figment of your imagination combined with breathing in too many strange chemicals." Dry wit has always served me well in the past, why abandon it in my time of need?
Conveniently, all of my doubt seems to melt away as I approach. I grab his hand for a moment, then drop it: "Come on, we're going for a walk." I counter his bewhildered look with a slightly suggestive one of my own.
"Grace, we don't really need to break into the biology closet right this minute. Or at all this summer, for that matter. I have a very nice linen closet in the upstairs hallway, if you'd like to come up and take a look." Shit, I love that smile.
"Don't flatter yourself, geek." I take his hand again, and hear no more complaints for the rest of the ten minute walk.
Thirty minutes later, it's become clear that no one else will be joining us in the park. Too cloudy and cool for June, at least according to most people.
I walk over to an enormous oak tree and sit at its base. Sitting down beside me, he doesn't even attempt the yawn manevuer, confident that I'm not going to tell him off for putting his arm around me. For some reason, I'm not as offended as I would think. Instead, surprising both of us, I rest my head against his shoulder.
"I think I might have something to tell you."
R&R, please. Hopefully, I can sum the story up in two or three more chapters.