Title: The Love Inside
Summary: Jen's daughter Amy had just turned fifteen and is starting high school. How does she deal with the fact that she has two fathers, and what will everyone think when they find out?
Author: Yelak.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, no, I do not own any of these characters, though I wouldn't mind snagging Pacey.
Reviewers-
MeoW03- Thanks for the nice review! And despite what you want to think, I still believe Pacey is 100% straight :)
The Queen of Snape- Thank you, thank you, thank you for continuing to read my story and your really nice comments.
Anything But Ordinary- Heh, I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying. And yes - cliffhangers are torturous, aren't they? Thanks for reviewing.
Jenny- I like that you're waiting for chapter 4 so much, and thank you.
Storyfan#1- That is one of the nicest things anyone has EVER said to me. Thank you so, so, SO much! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy chapter 4.
Cassie- Thanks for the great review, and for reading!
Flipflops999- I LOVED your suggestion and am seriously thinking about using it . . . thanks! And thanks for reading, too. And for your review.
A/N: This takes place where I left off last chapter.
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"So what's this big news?" Pacey asked, his boyish face lighting up as he rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Jack paused, taking Doug's hand in his own and pulling Amy closer to them. "Well . . ." he began, but stopped.
"We've decided we're going to be . . . married," Doug finished, his bright eyes sparkling. Everyone jaw on that lawn dropped, but no one's dropped lower than Amy's. She froze, unsure of what to say.
"That's fantastic!" Joey squealed, rushing forward to wrap her arms around Jack's neck and then Doug's. "I'm so happy for you guys."
Pacey grinned and nudged his older brother in the rubs. "Tying the knot, eh? Well, let me tell you." He lowered his voice a notch. "Marriage life is a . . ."
"Pacey!" Joey interrupted in a scolding voice.
"A wonderful thing," Pacey finished, batting his eyebrows at his wife. He shifted Jennifer into his other arm then wrapped the unoccupied one around Jack's neck. "Welcome to the family, McPhee."
"Did I hear mention of a wedding?" called out an easily-recognizable female voice, drifting out of a red car that was parked a few feet away from them. Everyone, minus the children, automatically turned, knowing who was in that car.
"Andie!" Jack cried, standing and running to the car swiftly and quickly, then engulfing his sister into a humongous bear hug. The others quickly followed suit, except for Timmy and Sara, who didn't really know her.
"Hi guys!" Andie said, over the shoulder of Jack. Looking tired, it was obvious to tell Andie had just arrived in town, by plane most likely - the backseat of her car was piled high in suitcases. She snuggled in with him, smiling widely. "How's it going, little bro?"
"Pretty good, little sis," Jack joked back, letting go of her so the others could have a turn. Dawson, Pacey, Joey, and Doug all hugged her, and Dawson introduced his family to her. She looked extremely happy. "How long are you staying here?"
"I was planning on rooming with you and Doug for a couple of weeks, if that's okay."
"Of course it is!" answered Doug, glad at how happy his boyfriend looked to see his sister. "We'll make up the guest bedroom for you."
"All right! Aunt Andie's staying!" squealed Amy, wrapping her arms around her aunt's waist.
Andie laughed. "Now what is this I hear about a wedding?" she asked after a little while.
"Well, Doug and I . . . we're, uh, getting married," Jack answered, laughing at the look on his delighted sister's face.
"You're kidding me! No way! This is so cool!" She said, talking at a million words a minute. Then she stopped and slapped Jack in the arm.
"Ow!" He said, laughing. "What was that for?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, she asked slowly, "And when were you planning on telling me this?"
Everyone laughed, and Jack shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Actually, I wasn't going to . . ." He lied. "But now that you're here . . ." She giggled and slapped him again.
"Hey, Andie, we were getting ready to go the Rialto," Dawson spoke up, his right arm slung around Jeanine and his left one resting on Sara's shoulder, "do you want to join us?"
"Actually, guys, I think I'm gonna take a rain date," Jack said apologetically, stopping to hug Andie one more time. "I want to spend time with Andie." Andie nodded.
"I want to stay with Aunt Andie, too," Amy added, linking arms with her aunt.
"And my future-brother-in-law," Andie said, liking the way it sounded and grinning, and then patting Doug on the arm, "will unquestionably be staying, as well." Doug laughed and bobbed his head up and down.
"Okay then," Dawson said. "Everyone else ready to go?"
Timmy spoke up. "Uh, Dawson? I'm not really into movies" - Dawson looked pained when he said that - "so do you mind if I stay here?" Doug looked at Andie and Jack, who both nodded their permission.
"Would you guys mind watching Jennifer for a few hours?" Joey asked, rocking the baby.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Andie insisted, taking the infant in her own arms.
"Anyone else staying?" Dawson asked. No one was, so the five that were going to the movies loaded into a car and drove off, while Andie, Doug, Jack, Amy, Timmy, and Jennifer drove to the house. Amy and Timmy automatically headed up to her bedroom, and the adults went into the living room to talk.
"When did you decide you wanted to get married?" Andie asked as they made their way inside the house, which she surveyed with great interest.
They both took this into deep consideration before Doug answered. "I guess we always sorta wanted to, we just really didn't know we . . . could." Jack nodded - Doug had nailed it right on the head.
"What do you mean?"
"Two men . . . getting married. The town isn't going to take it well," Jack explained, frowning intensely. "It took us awhile to find a priest around here who actually would marry us."
Andie sighed and planted a kiss on her brother's forehead. "Screw what the town thinks," she giggled, waving a hand in front of her face to show she didn't care. "We'll all be there for you guys."
"I'm worried about Amy," Jack announced, looking upset. "I don't know what the kids at school will say or think."
Doug wrapped his arm around Jack's neck, placing his head against his. Andie sighed, then wriggled her way in to the group hug, and they all had to smile.
Up in Amy's room, she was nestled on her bed, and Timmy was sitting up and looking through her CD collection.
"Ah, the classics," he said, pulling out an old Beatles CD and previewing it, grinning. "Not just a boy-band girl."
"Definitely not a boy-band girl," Amy replied, shaking her head and pulling out an Eagles case, along with a Monkees one. "Oldies are my life."
"Me too." He grinned at her politely.
She hesitated for a few seconds, fingering a loose strand on her blanket and pulling it out. She was dying to ask him a question, so she just blurted it out: "Do you think it's weird that my dad and pop are getting married? Because they're both men?" Her eyes were slightly watery, but she didn't look him in the face.
"Uh . . ." He thought about it, face screwed up. "No, not really I guess. Back home, there are a lot of gay guys."
"Really?" Amy was surprised - she'd never met any gay men except her parents. Timmy nodded truthfully. "Wow," she said. They both locked eyes and smiled. Timmy drew his legs together, resting his chin on his knees, and Amy rolled off her bed and sat next to him.
"What's it like living in Los Angeles?" she asked, having grown up in a small town and wanting to know about the big city life.
"Uh . . ." The question hung in the room for a while before being answered, and when Timmy started speaking, the words rolled off his tongue like gumballs. "It's hot, and uh, crowded I guess. It's really easy to get lost even out on the street. And you're forever meeting people that you think you could be best friends with, but they turn out to be tourists that live a million miles away. And then at school, the kids are really superficial - all they care about is how they look, how they're dressed, and they judge people so easily. It's good we live with Dawson, though, because he handles this stuff a lot."
Amy considered this, and then nodded appreciatively. Timmy, however, wanted to know the same exact question. "What's it like living in Capeside?"
Amy began to answer easily, without barely thinking. "It's small, and you know almost everyone. And these people can be quick to judge, too, and then you're stuck with them for a long time, 'cause no one leaves Capeside." She laughed, and then paused before continuing. "But it's kinda nice, actually, because you feel, I don't know, secure I guess. And the weather is pretty nice." Her answer actually surprised her, because before she usually thought she detested Capeside, but she made living there sound fairly enjoyable. "And the friends you get to know usually stay friends for life."
"Like Dawson and them," commented Timmy, smiling. She smiled back and nodded fervently.
"You know, I saw some pictures of Jen, and you look a lot like her." Amy's face lit up when he said that, like it was the greatest compliment in the world. "You're really very pretty," he continued.
"And you yourself aren't all too bad, Timothy," she kidded, smiling.
They continued to smile at each other, before Timmy began leaning in, and Amy began leaning in, and their lips briefly connected before Jack yelled up the stairs, "Amy! Can you come here for a second?" Startled, she pulled back, extremely bright red, and stood, stuttering.
"I ah - I've got to g-go down - downstairs," she said, rushing from the room. Timmy's eyes were wide, disbelievingly, and he frowned.
Face still cherry-colored, Amy bounded down the stairs to where Jennifer was sleeping peacefully on a blanket, and the three adults were seated.
"Yeah Dad?"
"Are you okay? Have you got a fever? You look sick," Doug said, ushering to her side and reaching out, putting a hand on her cheek.
Grudgingly, she pushed his hand away and sighed. "I'm fine, Pop. What'd you want?"
Her fathers seemed to avoid the subject, however her Aunt Andie said sternly, "Your fathers want to talk to you. About the wedding."
"Oh . . . okay, what'd you want to say?"
"Are you . . . are you okay with it?" Jack asked after a slight pause. As though unfazed by it, she shrugged her shoulders carelessly. "You are." He said it more like a statement then a question.
"Yeah, sure."
All three of them looked surprised, but she remembered what Timmy told her about the men in Los Angeles. "Okay, then," Doug dismissed her, and she climbed the stairs to her room - as well as, what seemed the time, her doom.
Timmy was seated on the floor in the same position when she opened the door, but he was tracing patterns on the floor in the carpet with his index finger.
"Hey," she said quietly, and he looked up at her, looking almost ashamed.
"Hey. Look, I'm really sorry about that - I really didn't mean to - I should have thought first -" He shot out apologies a mile a minute. Holding up her hands as though to cut him off, she smiled and he stopped abruptly.
"Look, it's obvious there's some . . . sexual tension, or whatever here." They both laughed at her choice of words. "It was probably a bad idea for the both of us - I mean, you're going back to Los Angeles soon, right?" Timmy nodded miserably. She said, "I think we should forget about that and go on being friends."
"Sounds good," Timmy said, standing up. He pulled out the Beatles CD and smiled at her, then put the CD in the player and played a favorite song of his, which was Love Me Do, which also happened to be Amy's favorite song.
The verses rang from the machine, soothing them both greatly. Amy collapsed on her bed, listening intently to the words, almost like advice, pouring out.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Someone to love,
Somebody new.
Someone to love,
Someone like you.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Yeah, love me do.
Whoa, oh, love me do.
"I love that song," sighed Amy, smiling as it ended. Timmy looked at her and grinned.
"Me too! Oh, man, people back home always make fun of me 'cause I listen to it so much - especially Sara," Timmy laughed, hitting the replay song.
"I'm gonna ask Dad and Pop if they'll play it at their wedding," Amy decided, nodding. "Seems like a good love song, huh?" She regretted those words as soon as they left her mouth. Both looking down as to not look at each other, awkward silence filled the room.
The door downstairs audibly swung open, and Pacey's loud, obnoxious cry of, "We're ho-ome!" rang down the hall, followed by Joey and Dawson's laughs.
"I guess we should go downstairs, huh?" Timmy said after a second, and they both got up from their spots and greeted everyone.
"You guys will never believe what happened at the movie theater!" Sara cried, laughing uncontrollably as they trooped down the stairs to see everyone crowding the hallway.
"What? What happened?" everyone (who hadn't been there) buzzed anxiously.
Dawson grinned before replying. "Sit down. It's gonna be a long story."
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A/N: Okay, I'm not really digging this chapter too much, but what about you? Tell me - whether it be nice or mean, but be kind to my feelings eh? Tell me what you thought, plllllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeee! So, how's the story going? Excited about the next chapter? Wanna know what happened at the movie theater? Review, then! Reviews motivate me to write more than anything. Thanks for reading everyone.
Chapter five coming soon!
Summary: Jen's daughter Amy had just turned fifteen and is starting high school. How does she deal with the fact that she has two fathers, and what will everyone think when they find out?
Author: Yelak.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, no, I do not own any of these characters, though I wouldn't mind snagging Pacey.
Reviewers-
MeoW03- Thanks for the nice review! And despite what you want to think, I still believe Pacey is 100% straight :)
The Queen of Snape- Thank you, thank you, thank you for continuing to read my story and your really nice comments.
Anything But Ordinary- Heh, I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying. And yes - cliffhangers are torturous, aren't they? Thanks for reviewing.
Jenny- I like that you're waiting for chapter 4 so much, and thank you.
Storyfan#1- That is one of the nicest things anyone has EVER said to me. Thank you so, so, SO much! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy chapter 4.
Cassie- Thanks for the great review, and for reading!
Flipflops999- I LOVED your suggestion and am seriously thinking about using it . . . thanks! And thanks for reading, too. And for your review.
A/N: This takes place where I left off last chapter.
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"So what's this big news?" Pacey asked, his boyish face lighting up as he rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Jack paused, taking Doug's hand in his own and pulling Amy closer to them. "Well . . ." he began, but stopped.
"We've decided we're going to be . . . married," Doug finished, his bright eyes sparkling. Everyone jaw on that lawn dropped, but no one's dropped lower than Amy's. She froze, unsure of what to say.
"That's fantastic!" Joey squealed, rushing forward to wrap her arms around Jack's neck and then Doug's. "I'm so happy for you guys."
Pacey grinned and nudged his older brother in the rubs. "Tying the knot, eh? Well, let me tell you." He lowered his voice a notch. "Marriage life is a . . ."
"Pacey!" Joey interrupted in a scolding voice.
"A wonderful thing," Pacey finished, batting his eyebrows at his wife. He shifted Jennifer into his other arm then wrapped the unoccupied one around Jack's neck. "Welcome to the family, McPhee."
"Did I hear mention of a wedding?" called out an easily-recognizable female voice, drifting out of a red car that was parked a few feet away from them. Everyone, minus the children, automatically turned, knowing who was in that car.
"Andie!" Jack cried, standing and running to the car swiftly and quickly, then engulfing his sister into a humongous bear hug. The others quickly followed suit, except for Timmy and Sara, who didn't really know her.
"Hi guys!" Andie said, over the shoulder of Jack. Looking tired, it was obvious to tell Andie had just arrived in town, by plane most likely - the backseat of her car was piled high in suitcases. She snuggled in with him, smiling widely. "How's it going, little bro?"
"Pretty good, little sis," Jack joked back, letting go of her so the others could have a turn. Dawson, Pacey, Joey, and Doug all hugged her, and Dawson introduced his family to her. She looked extremely happy. "How long are you staying here?"
"I was planning on rooming with you and Doug for a couple of weeks, if that's okay."
"Of course it is!" answered Doug, glad at how happy his boyfriend looked to see his sister. "We'll make up the guest bedroom for you."
"All right! Aunt Andie's staying!" squealed Amy, wrapping her arms around her aunt's waist.
Andie laughed. "Now what is this I hear about a wedding?" she asked after a little while.
"Well, Doug and I . . . we're, uh, getting married," Jack answered, laughing at the look on his delighted sister's face.
"You're kidding me! No way! This is so cool!" She said, talking at a million words a minute. Then she stopped and slapped Jack in the arm.
"Ow!" He said, laughing. "What was that for?"
Crossing her arms over her chest, she asked slowly, "And when were you planning on telling me this?"
Everyone laughed, and Jack shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Actually, I wasn't going to . . ." He lied. "But now that you're here . . ." She giggled and slapped him again.
"Hey, Andie, we were getting ready to go the Rialto," Dawson spoke up, his right arm slung around Jeanine and his left one resting on Sara's shoulder, "do you want to join us?"
"Actually, guys, I think I'm gonna take a rain date," Jack said apologetically, stopping to hug Andie one more time. "I want to spend time with Andie." Andie nodded.
"I want to stay with Aunt Andie, too," Amy added, linking arms with her aunt.
"And my future-brother-in-law," Andie said, liking the way it sounded and grinning, and then patting Doug on the arm, "will unquestionably be staying, as well." Doug laughed and bobbed his head up and down.
"Okay then," Dawson said. "Everyone else ready to go?"
Timmy spoke up. "Uh, Dawson? I'm not really into movies" - Dawson looked pained when he said that - "so do you mind if I stay here?" Doug looked at Andie and Jack, who both nodded their permission.
"Would you guys mind watching Jennifer for a few hours?" Joey asked, rocking the baby.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Andie insisted, taking the infant in her own arms.
"Anyone else staying?" Dawson asked. No one was, so the five that were going to the movies loaded into a car and drove off, while Andie, Doug, Jack, Amy, Timmy, and Jennifer drove to the house. Amy and Timmy automatically headed up to her bedroom, and the adults went into the living room to talk.
"When did you decide you wanted to get married?" Andie asked as they made their way inside the house, which she surveyed with great interest.
They both took this into deep consideration before Doug answered. "I guess we always sorta wanted to, we just really didn't know we . . . could." Jack nodded - Doug had nailed it right on the head.
"What do you mean?"
"Two men . . . getting married. The town isn't going to take it well," Jack explained, frowning intensely. "It took us awhile to find a priest around here who actually would marry us."
Andie sighed and planted a kiss on her brother's forehead. "Screw what the town thinks," she giggled, waving a hand in front of her face to show she didn't care. "We'll all be there for you guys."
"I'm worried about Amy," Jack announced, looking upset. "I don't know what the kids at school will say or think."
Doug wrapped his arm around Jack's neck, placing his head against his. Andie sighed, then wriggled her way in to the group hug, and they all had to smile.
Up in Amy's room, she was nestled on her bed, and Timmy was sitting up and looking through her CD collection.
"Ah, the classics," he said, pulling out an old Beatles CD and previewing it, grinning. "Not just a boy-band girl."
"Definitely not a boy-band girl," Amy replied, shaking her head and pulling out an Eagles case, along with a Monkees one. "Oldies are my life."
"Me too." He grinned at her politely.
She hesitated for a few seconds, fingering a loose strand on her blanket and pulling it out. She was dying to ask him a question, so she just blurted it out: "Do you think it's weird that my dad and pop are getting married? Because they're both men?" Her eyes were slightly watery, but she didn't look him in the face.
"Uh . . ." He thought about it, face screwed up. "No, not really I guess. Back home, there are a lot of gay guys."
"Really?" Amy was surprised - she'd never met any gay men except her parents. Timmy nodded truthfully. "Wow," she said. They both locked eyes and smiled. Timmy drew his legs together, resting his chin on his knees, and Amy rolled off her bed and sat next to him.
"What's it like living in Los Angeles?" she asked, having grown up in a small town and wanting to know about the big city life.
"Uh . . ." The question hung in the room for a while before being answered, and when Timmy started speaking, the words rolled off his tongue like gumballs. "It's hot, and uh, crowded I guess. It's really easy to get lost even out on the street. And you're forever meeting people that you think you could be best friends with, but they turn out to be tourists that live a million miles away. And then at school, the kids are really superficial - all they care about is how they look, how they're dressed, and they judge people so easily. It's good we live with Dawson, though, because he handles this stuff a lot."
Amy considered this, and then nodded appreciatively. Timmy, however, wanted to know the same exact question. "What's it like living in Capeside?"
Amy began to answer easily, without barely thinking. "It's small, and you know almost everyone. And these people can be quick to judge, too, and then you're stuck with them for a long time, 'cause no one leaves Capeside." She laughed, and then paused before continuing. "But it's kinda nice, actually, because you feel, I don't know, secure I guess. And the weather is pretty nice." Her answer actually surprised her, because before she usually thought she detested Capeside, but she made living there sound fairly enjoyable. "And the friends you get to know usually stay friends for life."
"Like Dawson and them," commented Timmy, smiling. She smiled back and nodded fervently.
"You know, I saw some pictures of Jen, and you look a lot like her." Amy's face lit up when he said that, like it was the greatest compliment in the world. "You're really very pretty," he continued.
"And you yourself aren't all too bad, Timothy," she kidded, smiling.
They continued to smile at each other, before Timmy began leaning in, and Amy began leaning in, and their lips briefly connected before Jack yelled up the stairs, "Amy! Can you come here for a second?" Startled, she pulled back, extremely bright red, and stood, stuttering.
"I ah - I've got to g-go down - downstairs," she said, rushing from the room. Timmy's eyes were wide, disbelievingly, and he frowned.
Face still cherry-colored, Amy bounded down the stairs to where Jennifer was sleeping peacefully on a blanket, and the three adults were seated.
"Yeah Dad?"
"Are you okay? Have you got a fever? You look sick," Doug said, ushering to her side and reaching out, putting a hand on her cheek.
Grudgingly, she pushed his hand away and sighed. "I'm fine, Pop. What'd you want?"
Her fathers seemed to avoid the subject, however her Aunt Andie said sternly, "Your fathers want to talk to you. About the wedding."
"Oh . . . okay, what'd you want to say?"
"Are you . . . are you okay with it?" Jack asked after a slight pause. As though unfazed by it, she shrugged her shoulders carelessly. "You are." He said it more like a statement then a question.
"Yeah, sure."
All three of them looked surprised, but she remembered what Timmy told her about the men in Los Angeles. "Okay, then," Doug dismissed her, and she climbed the stairs to her room - as well as, what seemed the time, her doom.
Timmy was seated on the floor in the same position when she opened the door, but he was tracing patterns on the floor in the carpet with his index finger.
"Hey," she said quietly, and he looked up at her, looking almost ashamed.
"Hey. Look, I'm really sorry about that - I really didn't mean to - I should have thought first -" He shot out apologies a mile a minute. Holding up her hands as though to cut him off, she smiled and he stopped abruptly.
"Look, it's obvious there's some . . . sexual tension, or whatever here." They both laughed at her choice of words. "It was probably a bad idea for the both of us - I mean, you're going back to Los Angeles soon, right?" Timmy nodded miserably. She said, "I think we should forget about that and go on being friends."
"Sounds good," Timmy said, standing up. He pulled out the Beatles CD and smiled at her, then put the CD in the player and played a favorite song of his, which was Love Me Do, which also happened to be Amy's favorite song.
The verses rang from the machine, soothing them both greatly. Amy collapsed on her bed, listening intently to the words, almost like advice, pouring out.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Someone to love,
Somebody new.
Someone to love,
Someone like you.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Yeah, love me do.
Whoa, oh, love me do.
"I love that song," sighed Amy, smiling as it ended. Timmy looked at her and grinned.
"Me too! Oh, man, people back home always make fun of me 'cause I listen to it so much - especially Sara," Timmy laughed, hitting the replay song.
"I'm gonna ask Dad and Pop if they'll play it at their wedding," Amy decided, nodding. "Seems like a good love song, huh?" She regretted those words as soon as they left her mouth. Both looking down as to not look at each other, awkward silence filled the room.
The door downstairs audibly swung open, and Pacey's loud, obnoxious cry of, "We're ho-ome!" rang down the hall, followed by Joey and Dawson's laughs.
"I guess we should go downstairs, huh?" Timmy said after a second, and they both got up from their spots and greeted everyone.
"You guys will never believe what happened at the movie theater!" Sara cried, laughing uncontrollably as they trooped down the stairs to see everyone crowding the hallway.
"What? What happened?" everyone (who hadn't been there) buzzed anxiously.
Dawson grinned before replying. "Sit down. It's gonna be a long story."
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A/N: Okay, I'm not really digging this chapter too much, but what about you? Tell me - whether it be nice or mean, but be kind to my feelings eh? Tell me what you thought, plllllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssseeeeee! So, how's the story going? Excited about the next chapter? Wanna know what happened at the movie theater? Review, then! Reviews motivate me to write more than anything. Thanks for reading everyone.
Chapter five coming soon!