Part 29:

"Hey, Adam." Joan had given me his phone number so I could keep in touch with him, for whatever reason.

"Who's this?" He sounded confused.

"Em, sorry. Joan gave me your number, I need some help, think I can come over?" Two weeks had passed and nothing had really happened besides the fact that my mother stopped hugging me every two seconds. I was allowed to go back to school but I couldn't participate in PE for another week and nothing God related. Yes, no Ryan crap, nothing had happened to Adam, so far, and sadly, yes, no God dreams.

I arrived at Adam's shed fifteen minutes later with a bag full of pictures and recycled metals. "Thanks." Adam took the bag and looked me over. The bruises were just starting to fade. I looked like a greenish yellow goblin. Not a pretty sight. No wonder why God hadn't made any unexpected appearances.

"So…you didn't really say much on the phone."

"Oh, yeah! Sorry." I'd been staring at a beautiful sculpture. It was metal, of course, and there were tons of swirls and… "It's a tree!" I smiled. It was a Christmas tree for Joan. Well, at least it had some pictures of them together.

"Yeah." Adam looked away. "It's getting close to Christmas and all." We still had two months. "Anyway, so what're you supposed to do?"

Joan had suggested that I try to "create" something and by getting Adam's help, I'd be able to watch him. I think she was a little jealous, but she had her own things to do…like find Hunter's dad for example. And it wasn't going to good so far.

"I have to make something. Something big." I smiled at Adam. Something that would take a long time.

"For who?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Let's just say…a friend."

Part 30:

We spent a good two hours just coming up with a plan for my sculpture. I must've said something about giving it to a boy that goes to school- I mean, it's the first place I ever saw God- and so now he's convinced that I have a crush on someone. He's just not too sure who.

After it started getting dark, I had to go home so I thanked him and headed out, leaving, what was so far, my pile of junk. I was halfway home when a man I'd never seen before came up to me.

"Are you Emily?" I looked over at the man. He looked a little creepy.

"Depends what Emily you're looking for." I kept my eyes on the road, thinking of the quickest way home.

"The Emily-" The grubby man pulled me into the shadows. I was about to scream when he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I kissed back, not fighting him off very good.

"Eww." I finally managed to pull the guy off of me. I rubbed my eyes and realized that I was looking at God. In his cute form.

"The Emily that I love to kiss." I went over to him, smiled sweetly, liking the way his eyes sparkled, and I punched him in the stomach, walking off.

"Hey! What was that for?" He wheezed as he chased after me.

"Oh," I blinked my eyes, faking innocence. "I'm sorry, I thought you were some old creepy man." He pulled my hand into his.

"Oh, come on. It's not my fault you can't recognize me." He stopped, making me stop too. "Oh wait," He tapped his chin. "You certainly recognized me once I kissed you."

"No I certainly did not." I blushed and let go of his hand, starting to walk again. "I naturally react that way when sleezy old men drag me into dark alleys and kiss the…well, when they kiss the bejesus outta me."

He caught up, taking my hand again. "Oh, and do these sleezy old men come up and kiss you in dark alleys often?"

"Yes, all the time." I snuck a glance at him as I swung our hands. I stopped in front of a smoothie shop. "But that was defiantly the best old man kiss I ever had." I kissed him quickly but pulled back before we got a little exaggerated in front of the window. "Come on." A strawberry smoothie sounded great.

"One strawberry smoothie, please." I glanced at God.

"No more reading my thoughts," I muttered as we waited for my drink. He paid and then we were back on the street.

"Thanks." I took a sip. "Want some?" I took a big slurp. "Mmm, it's good." His eyes took on a devilish look and he pulled me into the shadows. He gave me a big, loud smack of a kiss.

"Mmm, but you're much sweeter." I grinned.

"Too bad you aren't." He looked shocked and then we walked in silence for a while. A few minutes I looked up and realized that we were in front of my house.

"Thanks again." I kissed him on the lips quickly before going up the steps.

"Em." I turned.

"Yeah?"

"Get some rest…you'll need it for tomorrow." He looked serious.

"Come see me." He raised an eyebrow. "I don't sleep good without you." That was all it took. He smiled and walked off, lifting his hand in his signature wave.

Part 31:

I open my eyes. I'm lying on a soft bed. It looks like the same bed that I'd been on…in heaven. I bite my lip and wait for him to come to me. After about two minutes I get tired of sitting there, waiting for him, so I get up and walk to the door that leads to outside. I slide the door aside and go out.

The wind in my hair feels good. I close my eyes. The wind is strong, almost freakishly so. It's tangling whipping the skirt against my knees, it's pulling the edge of my shirt up, it's kissing my cheek? I open my eyes and don't even feel the smallest amount of shock.

I look down at his hands that are wrapped around my stomach, the ends of my shirt hitting him. "You're not as…pure as you want people to believe." I laugh before turning to face him.

"Yeah, well, you try being God."

"That's okay. I'll let you rule our fantasies." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel my face turn red.

"Really?" He spins me around. "If only I could." He laughs at my expression.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask as he pulls me against his chest. We're slowly dancing.

"I'm not the one who comes up with the fantasies, it's you."

"Interesting." He grins and kisses me on the forehead.

"I know." He pulls us back into the bedroom. "Sadly, you have to leave."

"Why?"

"You've got a big day ahead of yourself. You need energy for things…other than dancing." He grins. "Oh, and before I forget," He smiles, "Get a ticket."

"To what?" I ask, feeling a bit like Joan. He always had something weird to say to you.

"The dance." My face falls as I watch him dance himself out of the room.

The dance? He should know that I don't do dances, I woke up thinking.

Part 32:

I spent a good fifteen minutes in the morning waiting for the stupid ticket. "Stupid dance, stupid Christmas. Stupid God." I muttered as I walked away with the ticket.

"Are you going to the dance?" Joan asked as she came up to me. I lifted the ticket.

"God's orders." I muttered as we walked towards our lockers. "He thinks something big is going to happen today. Nothin' so far." I twisted my locker's combo.

"Hey," Adam came up to us. "Hi, Jane."

"Hey, Adam." I felt like putting the two of them in the corner. Lord, could it have been more obvious? Yeah, things were better but still! "Bye. See ya in class, Em."

I nodded to Adam. "What's up?"

"Well, bad news." My eyes widened. "No, not real bad news except that my metal disappeared."

"Meaning…"

"We have to go find more." I didn't say anything as I saw Goth God turn around the corner, a bucket of metal trinkets in his hands. I'd get to him sooner or later.

"Oh, ok. What time and where?" Adam left and I literally ran through the hall to catch up with God.

"Good thing you got your sleep, huh?"

"Be a human recycling bin? I would've thought you could come up with something more creative than that." I looked up at him. "And stealing his old stuff just to get him to do it?"

"Bye, Em." He raised his hand and walked off.