Title: Random Stuff.
Author: hezziebob182
Rating: T. (Just in case things get interesting at a later date.)
Summary: Some little mini clips of Grace/Luke and Joan that I'm gonna write in my lunch hours at school when I'm bored.
Chapter 2: Forget it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Joan Of Arcadia. :( Pretty please don't sue me!
AN: Just so you know, these chapters might not always be chronological or even linked. They are simply random, whatever I feel like. They won't all be funny either. Please r&r.
"Um, Grace?" Luke half ran to catch up with her. She turned around to find him following her.
Grace went bright red, cringing briefly, and continued to walk down the hall as though she hadn't heard a thing.
"Grace!" Luke's tone was louder, more weary.
She turned to him sharply, pulling him into an empty classroom before he could say another word. "Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, address me in public!"
"But Grace… last night, last night at the dance?" Luke pleaded silently.
Please Grace. We have something. It's there. I feel it, you do too. Admit it!
"What about it Girardi?" Grace knew exactly what it was about.
"We kissed. You kissed me." Luke sounded unsure, as if wondering is he dreamt the whole thing.
"Don't start tripping over it geek, it was a temporary lack of blood flow to the head."
"Are you like, a lesbian? Is that why?" Luke was slightly embarrassed. He had never believed the rumours before but now he wasn't so sure, it would explain why she was fighting him off.
Grace glared at him in a strange mixture of offence and humour. Eventually she couldn't help it, a laugh escaped her moult. "No, I am not a lesbian!"
"Are you sure because…"
Grace tried to interrupt "Listen to me!"
Luke continued to mumble, "If that's what works for you…"
Grace was getting annoyed.
"Glynis…Joan…?" Luke carried on.
"For god's sake Girardi! Do lesbians do this with boys?" She leaned in, his mumblings trailing off as he saw her getting closer. She paused, just as she was a fraction away from him. The electricity between them was almost too strong. Luke leaned in even further, kissing her softly on the lips. Grace lingered for a second, forced to remember the night before.
Joan? No. Her younger brother? Maybe…
She pulled back, recording the warm look in his eyes.
"Grace…?" He sounded softer. Lost, disorientated.
"That never happened. Forget it." She blushed once more, walking out in an a few woozy strides.
Luke was left standing alone.
Forget? Yeah, like that'll happen.
More soon, hez x