OK. I decided to do something a bit different, and I did a bit of match-making. I'm not going to tell you who, but it doesn't involve and boy/boy, girl/girl or brother/sister relationships. Love it or hate it, put this writer out of her misery and read and review!

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters, places in this story. Just the story line. Please don't sue!

Grace and Luke entered his house, holding hands. Luke had seemed very distracted all week. Although their hands were connected, Grace didn't feel their hearts were. She didn't know what was wrong with Luke, but she didn't want to ask. She liked to give people their privacy. He was probably just tired from staying up all night and studying for the chemistry quiz they had just done in last period.

It seemed that this feeling of uncertain tension was becoming more frequent in their lives. Insensitivity was Grace's main problem, and Luke's was stress. But they always managed to pull it together. The week had been hectic for both of them. The teachers were all expecting every ones end of term assignments.

But it didn't matter anymore. It was the weekend. They could both de-stress and enjoy their time with each other. They entered the house from the cold wind outside.
"Do you want a hot cocoa?" asked Luke half-heartedly.
"Sure, geek," replied Grace.
Grace watched her boyfriend go into the kitchen to fetch the cocoa, so she settled herself on the lounge. Grace decided to find out what was wrong with Luke when he returned.

Luke appeared with two cups of steaming cocoa, and sat down next to Grace. He looked into her concerned eyes. Luke knew what he was about to do wasn't going to be pleasant. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"Grace, well, have you noticed lately how much we see of each other?" Grace said nothing but just gave a strange look.
"Well, I've noticed it, and I think we should, I dunno, cool it for a while?" Grace still said nothing. She thought he was joking, but Luke looked at her with serious eyes. She then realised he hadn't used any big words. He must have really meant it. He was never to nervous or scared to say big words, but for once, it seemed, he was stumped.

Grace remained quiet for almost a minute, before she stood up so abruptly, it startled Luke.
"I gotta go," she said quickly, before bolting out the door.

She ran into Joan about half way outside the door. By now, Grace had tears streaming down her red face.

"What's wrong Grace?" questioned Joan.
Luke was still inside calling out to Grace to come back.
Grace just pushed past Joan and continued her escape from the house.