Disclaimer: I don't own the recently deceased Joan of Arcadia. All I own is my plot.

A/N: I miss the show, and I'm just going to make this chapter within the next fifteen minutes and post it to hopefully spark my creativity, I don't even know if anyone's still reading. But I don't care.

How Do You Feel About That?

She could make him jealous, she could change his whole perspective on their relationship with one action. One action, one thing, to change everything.

She just had to find the who, who to make him jealous with.

"Hey Friedman," Joan said walking over and taking a seat next to him in the crowded lunchroom. What better way to make Adam jealous then to get Friedman, and make Adam think she'd rather have him. Joan knew how wrong someone was when Joan would pick Friedman over him.

"Joan." Even Friedman was barely acknowledging her existence; she was just present in a room. She didn't raise any rumble and didn't draw any attention, without Adam all she'd been doing was taking up valuable space and oxygen—

But she wouldn't let herself think about Adam, he wasn't good enough for her. Friedman was, Friedman was perfect for her. Joan told herself that the more she believed in her relationship with Friedman, the better it would work.

"So whats up?" But no one replied to her answer, not one of the people at the table. Not even Grace. Not even Luke, why were they all so angry with her?

Fifteen minutes dragged on of deafening silence, and Joan prayed for the solace of the ringing of the bell. She needed to blast through her eardrums and awaken her, but it wasn't coming fast enough.

Joan jumped up from the table, she turned on her heel trying to make a scene walking away, trying to catch attention, but she didn't, not as far as she could see anyway. Adam was watching her leave, he'd always watch her, but she'd never know, because she never checked.

She rushed into the bathroom, where she took a seat on one of the sinks, completely aware of the water seeping through her skirt, making her feel damp and useless.

No sooner had she pulled out her gum then she heard a toilet flush. She glanced up briefly to see who would exit the stall, only to find that it was the janitor.

The janitor. The one that was screwing up her life. "Come to put anymore poison in my social life?" Joan asked her voice filled with venom.

"I'm only here to help Joan, but your not keeping your eyes open. Watch for signs of Adam's sudden reason for change. You'll find them. Just keep your eyes open.

"That was straight forward." Joan said astonished.

"It's imperitive that you watch for the signs. It could result in something tragic if left unnoticed, but don't watch with your eyes, or any other of your five senses for that matter.

"Why can't you just tell me what I have to do?"

"It'll ruin everything." God replied, and then Joan watched Him slip out the door, Joan with the company of the silence left behind.

A/N2: I know it's short, I'm just trying to spark me creativity, and see if I have any readers.