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Chapter 2

Joan heard the doorbell, she waited hoping whoever it was would go away. A second ring, she had to get it. She got up from an especially comfy position while watching her favorite movie to answer the door.

"Adam!" Joan smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, uh, hey Jane." Adam stepped inside. "What are you doing."

Joan glanced at the TV, deciding not to make him feel bad for interrupting her movie. "Nothing." She pondered why he was avoiding her question as he looked around the room.

Adam snapped back. "Oh I brought you something." He dug in his red bad while Joan smiled in delight and anticipation.

Adam pulled out a small box with a bow. Joan grabbed the box, almost too quickly, and opened the box in a matter of seconds. Inside the box contained four hand painted guitar picks. Joan knew who painted them. "Adam, these are beautiful." She picked one up and turned it in her hands. A yellow boat was on the first, and green ripples spread over the rest of it. The second, a collage of a chess piece, drum sticks, a piano, a boat, and a jump rope. The third was a portrait of Rocky and Judith, she almost cried. And last was one of herself a Adam.

"The one of you and me is my favorite. I kind of messed up on the one of the boat." Adam was always his own worst critic.

"No way. They're all amazing." Joan studied them over again, then suddenly it hit her: "Wait, I didn't even tell you I was learning to play. How did you know?"

Adam looked stunned. He lost his words at first. "I-uh-um I-I…Oh! Luke told me."

Joan looked at him funny. She wasn't sure if she believed him, but she let it go. "Did he tell you I have to play my brother's old gross one that is like brown and dirty?"

"No." he chuckled as Joan led him upstairs to show him the hideous thing.

"There it is." She moved over to it, careful not to touch the large sticky glob on one side of it.

"You know I used to play."

"No. When?"

Adam gave her a look, she had forgotten. "Remember, I told you I could play any instrument, then Price took my super powers away?"

"Oh Adam, I totally forgot." Joan smiled pleadingly.

"No problem."

"So," Joan stalled.

"I could try and help you, who knows, maybe my powers have returned since then." He picked up the guitar. He strummed it, realizing it was out of tune and tuned it like a professional. He played a cord, not bad, but not beautiful. He set it back down. "Not completely back." He looked down. "I guess I better get going, see you later Jane." He headed down the stairs.

"Bye." she yelled after him.

Adam let out a breath when he closed the door behind him. That was way too close. He headed down the sidewalk toward home when he heard footsteps behind him. He quickly spun around. "Oh, it's just you." he said in relief to a boy in a corduroy jacket.

Authors Note: Im sure you guys are getting what going on now, so review please so i can know if I should continue.