Author's Note: short but sweet, dont worry this is not the end.

Disclaimer: Ok i dont own JoA but i so claim Adam lol...i wish

Chapter 4

The school day ended eventually. Joan was swamped with homework, so she thought she'd skip going to Adam's. She started dialing his number as she walked home. She was carrying most of the books she had, and it was very difficult to balance them and dial at the same time. As she was about to press the last digit a voice came from behind her:

"I don't think that's a good idea, Joan." God's antennae mocked her.

Joan sighed. " I have way too much to do to go to Adam's." Joan looked convincingly at the little girl.

"Go see Adam." With that, she turned and skipped off.

Joan rolled her eyes and turned the other direction toward Adam's house. By the time she got there her arms ached from the extra load and her feet were definitely blistered. She knocked on the front door and waited for someone to come, but was startled when Adam came up from behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Jane, I thought I said come to the shed?"

"Oh, ha ha, whoops, sorry." She blushed and followed him around to the back of the house. The walked in and sat down.

Adam stared at Joan, waiting for her to say something.

"So, what'd you need?" Joan said in a perky tone, not realizing the seriousness of her visit.

"Jane, I have to tell you something really important." He looked down.

Joan waited for him to continue. "Okay…"

He snapped back. "You remember when you were in the hospital with Lyme's Disease?" Joan nodded. "Well, you know how you told me that you talk to God and stuff, and I completely didn't believe you 'cause I thought it was because you were sick?" Joan nodded again to keep him going. Adam swallowed hard. "Do you still see him?"

Joan thought hard, not knowing weather to tell him. She didn't want to go back to crazy camp, but she wanted to trust him. Finally, she gave a hesitant nod.

Adam let out a sigh. "That night, I wanted to believe you so bad. I tried to believe you. I thought maybe if I trusted in it enough it would come true. Jane, that night I waited in your room and a boy came in with a corduroy jacket. He touched your hair." Joan's eyes began to widen, but Adam continued. "I thought I was going crazy. I thought I was making him up. Then I thought 'No, this is way too real,'. When he looked up…H-he smiled at me. After that I just knew he was real." Joan knew that feeling as she watched him search the floor for words. "I saw him again after that. Except it wasn't him. I don't know how to explain it, but the next time He was this little girl with some weird headband. She told me things no one else could know. Jane, he talks to me all the time. Sometimes he tells me to do stuff. Does any of this make sense?" He stopped and studied her face. She was crying. She smiled as she cried, knowing she wasn't alone, or for that matter, crazy anymore.

Joan tried to compose herself. "Adam, I-I can't believe this is happening." She wanted to ask so many questions. She had so much to tell him, but one thing most of all, "He was the one who told me to smash your art. He wouldn't tell me why so, when I found out you were going to quit school it was too late a-and I didn't know what to do. I am so sorry."

Adam smiled forgivingly. "I know, He told me." Adam hugged Joan and this time it felt better than ever. Not only were their lives intertwined so close, it seemed like thread, but now they were there, going through this with each other, and a trust ran through that tread like the color that made it beautiful.