Heya dudes. I have news. If you've read any of my other stuff you'll know that I really don't really always see eye to eye with my French teacher (christened Mr.Efty by Lemmingally, stands for Evilated French Teacher with a "Y" on the end for added randomness). Well anyways, he comes back after holidays for 1 more month then he's gone for good. I am strangely kinda miffed, I know we cannot possibly get a teacher that funny next year, even if he was really mean to me sometimes. Ah well. I mentioned somwhere his obsessive hate of Coldplay. For a leaving present Ally and i buy him a Coldplay album (hahahaha). So I'm dedicating this chapter to you Mr.Efty, even though you'll never EVER get to read it. Or anything else of mine for that matter (except my French extended writing, which sucked, by the way).

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 3: Things I'll never say.

Disclaimer: I don't own Joan Of Arcadia. :( Pretty please don't sue me!

AN: There's an Avril Lavigne song called "Things I'll Never Say" (that I don't own, do I still have to put that?) but apparently I can't put it in the fic. Bummer. I had it all planned. (No not really coz I'm writing this in French. I cannot think strait right now; it may be something to with the loud French music sir is once again dancing to at the front of the class. People are actually joining in. I'm scared.)

Once again Grace found herself alone in Luke's room. This time, however, she was invited.

"Wait for me in my room if you like, we won't be long." Luke had called up to where she stood at the top of the stairs as he and Kevin left for takeout. "Our science project is in the taskbar. Remember, gauge theory, a type of theory of elementary particles designed to explain the strong, weak, and electromagnetic interactions in terms of exchange of virtual particles. Feel free to contribute. You know, our project."

Yes, and I know what he just said, of course I do.

She sat down at the desk and nudged the mouse, forcing the computer out of its peaceful hibernation. The desktop displayed itself. A picture. Of her. She recognized it instantly as her yearbook photo.

Smart Girardi, real smart. Wait until you get back. You are DEAD.

She ran a search on his disk drive. Seven pictures with "Grace" in the name. After skimming through them and finding, thankfully, that they were all above her shoulder, she swiftly deleted them.She couldn't help blushing to herself though. Knowing the amount of time the geek spent on his PC, pride of place on his desktop was quite an achievement.

She gazed again at the search results. There was a text document titled "Grace. Things I'll never say."

What?

The cursor hovered anxiously over the science project in the taskbar before dragging itself back to the text document as if of it's own accord.

Invasion of privacy Grace; invasion of privacy Grace; invasion of privacy Grace.

Click. Two clicks. The document sprung to life.

Wow, gravity boy writes poetry. Freaky. Wait…

She scanned the verse in front of her.

This… this is about me.

The Things I'll Never Say.

I think you're the most beautiful thing in the whole universe.

I love the way you are when we're on our own.

I love how your body just seems to fit into mine.

I love when you let me hug you

I'm so glad I was there to catch your tears.

I love that secret smile you seem to reserve for me.

I love your eyes and how they burn when you're mad.

I love that you tell me stuff…

I'm trying to make things better.

I want to take you away.

Next time you run I want to follow.

To a place where we both belong.

Steal you away from the rest of the world.

I'll shield you from the pain.

I love you Grace.

I wish I could tell you.

Grace hastily wiped the tears from her eyes.

Well geek… I'm pretty sure you just did.

More soon. Maybe something funny-ish to cancel out the soppiness of that. Hezzie x