Disclaimer: I don't own Joan, or any of the many psychos, yet oddly attracting characters

Authors Thoughts: This is my ultimate favorite show. But I've got to say, I'm getting sick of seeing Adam and Joan Happy go lucky. So with this angst piece I plan on fixing it. By the way just so you know, I hate fluff, if you like it go watch Barney. Reviewing is what I live for, keep me alive. Sorry it's short.

"It's better to love and lost than never loved at all."

No, Joan tossed aside the hideous flowered blouse she was trying on. Nah, Black would make her look pale. Hmm this isn't bad, Joan thought as she pulled on a blue shirt with flared sleeves. This was the third time this week she had been late for school. And she had to say, it was getting to her parents.

Joan took off at a run down stairs grabbing her binder, but despite her speed tactics, she was stopped just as she was turning the what she liked to call "Emergency Exit Doorknob".

"Joan you're late again." Her mother said not looking up from the dishes she was drying.

"I know, and I'm going to be MUCH later if you don't let me go. As in now."

"Go, but don't except your father and I to drop this subject. You need to be on time."

"Bye mom, Bye dad." Joan called as she tossed herself out the front door. She groaned when she got into the fresh air, not in the mood to have another talk with her parents.

She ran to school, but again was stopped next to the counselors office.

"Joan, you need to listen to your parents." The counselor god told Joan in a matter-of-fact voice.

"You again." Joan stated blankly in reply.

"You have priorites."

"So do you. Aren't you supposed to go ask some sick kid 'how they feel about that?'" Joan said making air quotes, "Or better yet go ask a kid to 'let their feelings out.'"

"No Joan," God replied, "That's your job." Then he turned around heading back into the counselors office.

After walking a couple more feet Joan saw what God wanted, he wanted her too join peer counseling. So she did.

Counseling Booth:

"So what your telling me is all I have too do is tell people what too do?"

"No Joan it's deeper than that." Glenyiss said. Joan nodded pretending she knew what she was talking about. The waited for her first customer sitting solemnly behind the curtain so no one could see her face.

"Here's the thing me and my girlfriend haven't been getting a long. I mean we have but her best friend just died, and she just got diagnosed with Lyme disease. It's just too weird sometimes. I want to break up with her, but she might not take it well." It was Adam's voice, no doubt. And it stung Joan's heart. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she held them back.

"Um," Joan said thinking of something to say, disguising her voice, "How do you feel about that?"