Author's note: hey everyone! This is a new story called "Second chances."
The whole thing is about Pacey getting a second chance with the girl who
gave him butterflies. To help, it's Joey Potter. This story starts off two
weeks after 618, love bites. I changed some stuff around. Joey told Pacey
that Eddie (yuck!) is back and now she's going to Paris with him. Joey ran
away leaving a very depressed Pacey. Pacey never worked as a stock broker
guy but stayed a cook and works as head chef in Leery's fresh fish. That's
all the background stuff you need so here's chapter one: Bar side
conclusions.
Disclaimer: I own Sam, Cal, Bob and Saw's bar. I don't anything else unless I say I do. Goes for the whole story.
In the state of Massachusetts is a small coastal town called Capeside. In the tiny town is an old building called Saw's bar where they claim to sell happiness. The building is made completely out of wood except for the left brick wall that was rebuilt because an "Overly happy" costumer drove his truck into it when he went forward instead of reverse. No one got hurt, heck, the people inside starting laughing at the drunk. The sheriff, John Witter, who was a frequent costumer, got the new wall up in two days tops. In this dirty bar sat a young brunette man, about 20 or 21, who was first seen by the bartender a month ago. The man showed up with a blonde man who seemed to be about the same age and took a seat at the counter. The two asked for two Millers and a shot each. The bartender knew the rules so asked for their cards. The blonde showed his and he just turned 21 that day. The brunette chuckled and said he forgot his card. The bartender didn't buy it.
"What's your name Boy?" asked the grizzly looking man behind the bar.
"Pacey, Pacey Witter." The man appeared to be frightened of him.
The bartender smiled and got the drinks. "Here you are Mr. Witter. Say hello to you's father for me."
That was the first and last time young Pacey was seen in that shack, for two weeks anyway. It was a cold night when he came slopping in at two in the morning. Pacey slapped his suit wearing body down on a stool and knocked on the counter to get the 'tenders attention.
"A shot of your strongest whiskey and keep 'em comin." He told the bartender as he loosened his tie.
"Are you sure about that Mr. Witter? Laphroaig is really strong."
"Do I care Bob? Your sign says you can give me happiness so give me some. Stop calling me Mr. Witter, my name is Pacey."
Bob rolled his eyes and got him his shot. Pacey drank shots for two hours straight that night. He came in every night since.
Bob shifted his eyes to the clock that sat above the cigarette machine. Six exactly. He took out his best glasses and placed them on the counter. Someone placed a hand on Bob's shoulder and scared him.
"Shit Cal, don't ya know how to speak?" Bob said holding his chest.
. "Sorry boss. So's I'm guessin' your getting ready for the drunk right?" Asked Cal with a light chuckle.
Bob sneered at Cal and raised a closed fist to eye level. "Pacey is not a drunk: he just got his heart broken by a girl who he loves with his whole heart so he's entitled to some liquid happiness that I offer. If you ever call that poor boy a drunk again I swear Cal you'll finally get to see my 45 face- to – face. Got it?" Bob said low and slow so he could sound mean.
Pacey walked in at that time. He did his usual stagger to the counter and watched the two men. "What's going on here?"
Cal moved away from Bob and faced Pacey. "Nothing's going on. Happy drinking MR. Wit- ter." Cal said like a school girl splatting out sarcasm.
Pacey rolled his eyes and looked at Bob. "I really hate that guy."
"Don't worry about him Pacey. You look like shit boy." Bob said bluntly studying the young man's face in front of him.
"Thanks Bob." Pacey chuckled sarcastically.
Bob lifted his shoulders. "Sorry but you do."
Pacey placed his head in his hand. "I feel like shit too. All day Pacey do this, Pacey do that, Pacey cook faster, Pacey blah, I just want to tell Gail to Shut up because I'm doing the best I can but no. I say, Yes Mrs. Leery to make her happy. On my break today, they were showing live footage from Paris and I swear I saw Joey, or a girl who looked like her, walk in the background. So you know what I did Bob?"
"No what?" Bob said cleaning his glasses.
Pacey placed his hands on his lap. "I grip the sides of my table so hard that it started cracking just so I wouldn't punch a hole through it. My brain went crazy with thoughts of her, and I mean heavy thoughts. I thought about the first time I kissed her and the first time she kissed me back. I thought about the three amazing months we spent out on the true love alone. I remembered the first time we made love and how much I knew she loved me because she gave me this gift that a woman can only give once in a lifetime and I had nothing to give her in return."
Bob raised his eyebrows. "You gave her nothing?" he said curiously.
Pacey shook his head. "Don't turn this into a dirty memory Bob. And so you know, she didn't come out empty handed." Pacey smiled at that thought. "Anyway, I was thinking about all of these wonderful things but then I couldn't help but bring up all of the bad things that happened because of the good ones. the first time I kissed her, she screams and hits because of my "hormonal meltdown", not to mention the fact that she came from a big date with college boy A.J. when she kissed me back that led to a week of pure magic but it ended horribly because she dumps me after Dawson found out and he meant more to her than I did. The whole boat thing wasn't great because as soon as we stepped back in Capeside, hell froze over. In the end I couldn't handle it so we break up. Oh yes Bob, the sex. Before we broke up we had plenty of that but after the first time she promised me that she wouldn't lie about it and guess what she does? She lies. That made another crack in the already thin ice that we were on."
"That really sucks man."
"O that's not the worst part. The worst part was after all this happened, I fell in love with her again but this time she doesn't love me back. Not only does she not love me, she tells me that she's leaving with this asshole Eddie for Paris. I would have been fine if she said that she was leaving, but the fact that she got back with Eddie really pisses me off. The guy left her with her heart in her hands before but he can come waltzing back anytime he wants!"
Bob handed him a beer and sat down. "Didn't you leave her? Why are you so different?"
"It's different because I love her. He was only in it for the sex. I loved her from junior year of high school up to this moment. I want all of her quirks and stubbornness. I want to make her happy. This brings me to another point. I loved her even when I was dating her roommate Audrey. We went down to Florida for a weekend to get away me, Audrey, Joey, and this Charlie guy. It was just Joey and I in the house when I looked on the patio and there she was painting away. She looked so beautiful. I knew I still loved her at that moment. That time she wanted to be with a guy who cheated on my other friend and picked up women left and right." Pacey took another gulp of his beer. "With all this said I finally came to a conclusion."
"And what is that?" Bob asked.
"I realize now that Joey Potter would rather be with someone else besides me. Every good moment I shared with her was brought down because of another guy. I didn't matter that much to her. Everything I had with Joey was false advertisement and meant nothing." Pacey shot down the last few inches of his beer.
A man in the corner observed Pacey's actions for the past few days and decided that tonight was the night that Pacey Witter would have his life changed forever.
"A beautiful girl can make you feel dizzy Like you've been drinking Whiskey all night She can make u feel high Full a single greatest commodity known to man She gives promise Promise of a better day Promise of a greater hope Promise of a new tomorrow This particular aura can be found in the gate of a beautiful girl In her smile And in her soul And the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem Like it's gonna be ok."
Disclaimer: I own Sam, Cal, Bob and Saw's bar. I don't anything else unless I say I do. Goes for the whole story.
In the state of Massachusetts is a small coastal town called Capeside. In the tiny town is an old building called Saw's bar where they claim to sell happiness. The building is made completely out of wood except for the left brick wall that was rebuilt because an "Overly happy" costumer drove his truck into it when he went forward instead of reverse. No one got hurt, heck, the people inside starting laughing at the drunk. The sheriff, John Witter, who was a frequent costumer, got the new wall up in two days tops. In this dirty bar sat a young brunette man, about 20 or 21, who was first seen by the bartender a month ago. The man showed up with a blonde man who seemed to be about the same age and took a seat at the counter. The two asked for two Millers and a shot each. The bartender knew the rules so asked for their cards. The blonde showed his and he just turned 21 that day. The brunette chuckled and said he forgot his card. The bartender didn't buy it.
"What's your name Boy?" asked the grizzly looking man behind the bar.
"Pacey, Pacey Witter." The man appeared to be frightened of him.
The bartender smiled and got the drinks. "Here you are Mr. Witter. Say hello to you's father for me."
That was the first and last time young Pacey was seen in that shack, for two weeks anyway. It was a cold night when he came slopping in at two in the morning. Pacey slapped his suit wearing body down on a stool and knocked on the counter to get the 'tenders attention.
"A shot of your strongest whiskey and keep 'em comin." He told the bartender as he loosened his tie.
"Are you sure about that Mr. Witter? Laphroaig is really strong."
"Do I care Bob? Your sign says you can give me happiness so give me some. Stop calling me Mr. Witter, my name is Pacey."
Bob rolled his eyes and got him his shot. Pacey drank shots for two hours straight that night. He came in every night since.
Bob shifted his eyes to the clock that sat above the cigarette machine. Six exactly. He took out his best glasses and placed them on the counter. Someone placed a hand on Bob's shoulder and scared him.
"Shit Cal, don't ya know how to speak?" Bob said holding his chest.
. "Sorry boss. So's I'm guessin' your getting ready for the drunk right?" Asked Cal with a light chuckle.
Bob sneered at Cal and raised a closed fist to eye level. "Pacey is not a drunk: he just got his heart broken by a girl who he loves with his whole heart so he's entitled to some liquid happiness that I offer. If you ever call that poor boy a drunk again I swear Cal you'll finally get to see my 45 face- to – face. Got it?" Bob said low and slow so he could sound mean.
Pacey walked in at that time. He did his usual stagger to the counter and watched the two men. "What's going on here?"
Cal moved away from Bob and faced Pacey. "Nothing's going on. Happy drinking MR. Wit- ter." Cal said like a school girl splatting out sarcasm.
Pacey rolled his eyes and looked at Bob. "I really hate that guy."
"Don't worry about him Pacey. You look like shit boy." Bob said bluntly studying the young man's face in front of him.
"Thanks Bob." Pacey chuckled sarcastically.
Bob lifted his shoulders. "Sorry but you do."
Pacey placed his head in his hand. "I feel like shit too. All day Pacey do this, Pacey do that, Pacey cook faster, Pacey blah, I just want to tell Gail to Shut up because I'm doing the best I can but no. I say, Yes Mrs. Leery to make her happy. On my break today, they were showing live footage from Paris and I swear I saw Joey, or a girl who looked like her, walk in the background. So you know what I did Bob?"
"No what?" Bob said cleaning his glasses.
Pacey placed his hands on his lap. "I grip the sides of my table so hard that it started cracking just so I wouldn't punch a hole through it. My brain went crazy with thoughts of her, and I mean heavy thoughts. I thought about the first time I kissed her and the first time she kissed me back. I thought about the three amazing months we spent out on the true love alone. I remembered the first time we made love and how much I knew she loved me because she gave me this gift that a woman can only give once in a lifetime and I had nothing to give her in return."
Bob raised his eyebrows. "You gave her nothing?" he said curiously.
Pacey shook his head. "Don't turn this into a dirty memory Bob. And so you know, she didn't come out empty handed." Pacey smiled at that thought. "Anyway, I was thinking about all of these wonderful things but then I couldn't help but bring up all of the bad things that happened because of the good ones. the first time I kissed her, she screams and hits because of my "hormonal meltdown", not to mention the fact that she came from a big date with college boy A.J. when she kissed me back that led to a week of pure magic but it ended horribly because she dumps me after Dawson found out and he meant more to her than I did. The whole boat thing wasn't great because as soon as we stepped back in Capeside, hell froze over. In the end I couldn't handle it so we break up. Oh yes Bob, the sex. Before we broke up we had plenty of that but after the first time she promised me that she wouldn't lie about it and guess what she does? She lies. That made another crack in the already thin ice that we were on."
"That really sucks man."
"O that's not the worst part. The worst part was after all this happened, I fell in love with her again but this time she doesn't love me back. Not only does she not love me, she tells me that she's leaving with this asshole Eddie for Paris. I would have been fine if she said that she was leaving, but the fact that she got back with Eddie really pisses me off. The guy left her with her heart in her hands before but he can come waltzing back anytime he wants!"
Bob handed him a beer and sat down. "Didn't you leave her? Why are you so different?"
"It's different because I love her. He was only in it for the sex. I loved her from junior year of high school up to this moment. I want all of her quirks and stubbornness. I want to make her happy. This brings me to another point. I loved her even when I was dating her roommate Audrey. We went down to Florida for a weekend to get away me, Audrey, Joey, and this Charlie guy. It was just Joey and I in the house when I looked on the patio and there she was painting away. She looked so beautiful. I knew I still loved her at that moment. That time she wanted to be with a guy who cheated on my other friend and picked up women left and right." Pacey took another gulp of his beer. "With all this said I finally came to a conclusion."
"And what is that?" Bob asked.
"I realize now that Joey Potter would rather be with someone else besides me. Every good moment I shared with her was brought down because of another guy. I didn't matter that much to her. Everything I had with Joey was false advertisement and meant nothing." Pacey shot down the last few inches of his beer.
A man in the corner observed Pacey's actions for the past few days and decided that tonight was the night that Pacey Witter would have his life changed forever.
"A beautiful girl can make you feel dizzy Like you've been drinking Whiskey all night She can make u feel high Full a single greatest commodity known to man She gives promise Promise of a better day Promise of a greater hope Promise of a new tomorrow This particular aura can be found in the gate of a beautiful girl In her smile And in her soul And the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem Like it's gonna be ok."