Once again, I own nothing. AND WHY IN THE WORLD WAS JOAN OF ARCADIA CANCELLED. There goes the last bit of decent TV.
Joan went to bed that night, thinking about how silly she was to make outrageous assumptions about Grace and Kevin. The two of them had just shown a bit of weakness at a time they both needed it. Poor Kevin, he had been through so much over the past two years. And Grace had had her share of knocks too.
She briefly wondered if she should just tell Luke that Grace and Kevin had become friends. She realised it was a silly thought, as Grace made Luke think about too many painful feelings. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she heard a muffled sound come from her radio. She knew by now, that whenever anything weird like radios going off for no reason, it had something to do with Him. Sure enough, a soft ladies voice with an Asian accent called out to Joan.
"Joan,"
"Yes?" asked Joan, preparing herself for the worst.
"I want you to make sure that Grace and Kevin remain friends," said the voice.
"Why? I mean, I'm sure they'll be fine without me," asked Joan.
"They need each other. Grace and Kevin need someone to support them, and in return give support."
"So what do I have to do?" Joan asked, quite confused.
"Ha-ha, if I told you that, you might like me!" said the voice playfully.
Joan moaned as the radio turned off automatically. She flopped onto her bed, and closed her eyes. What in the world did God mean?
Meanwhile, Kevin was sitting in his bed, feeling refreshed and happy. He hadn't had a good cry since he had moved to Arcadia. Although he hated showing emotional weakness, he felt that a little cry with a good friend was just what a person needs.
That thought played around in his head. Grace had gone from some friend of Joan's, to a good friend, in a matter of hours. He suddenly felt very self-conscious. Grace hardly knew Kevin, so why did he open up to her, and why did she take on the burden on listening to a twenty year-old guy cry? Kevin couldn't find an answer.
Grace was also thinking. Why had she mentioned her mother to Kevin? It took her almost a year to tell Joan and Luke, so why was Kevin different. She guessed it was because she had felt the same tragic feelings about alcohol that he had, although it came in different forms.
She thought about Kevin's situation. She wondered what it was like, not being able to feel anything below the waist. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine. It was hard to understand, but she knew he must feel trapped by himself. It must be like pulling around a forty kilogram bag of flour 24/7, she thought to herself. Grace laughed at the comparison she had some up with.
She looked down at her swollen ankle. She knew it had gone down, but in a way, it was beginning to feel like her friend. Even though it throbbed every now and then, she believed it was because of her ankle that she had met such a nice guy.
Ok, time to read and review. I know it's been a while, and I hope the next chapter will be up sooner. Thanks to those who have stuck around.