The next day, Pacey woke up and was surprised to find a warm body curled up
next to him. Slowly, he turned his head, and saw Joey. Pacey groaned.
"Shit" he thought. "Don't tell me we..." Just then, Joey stirred and
stretched. Her arm fell down on Pacey's face, and she turned and looked at
him, confused. She groaned, too. "Pacey? What are you doing in my room?"
She looked down. "Shit, I'm not wearing any clothes!" Pacey looked down
also. "Neither am I."
"Oh, my God! What the hell happened last night?"
"Well," said Pacey, "I remember going to the concert-"
"And they had that great beer" Joey finished. "I guess we drank a little too much of it, huh?"
"Yeah" Pacey sighed. "Do you have any aspirin?"
Joey reached for a bottle of Advil on her bedside table. "Here. I need some, too."
"I'm gonna go take a shower. You can lie here for a few more minutes, or you can go to your room. You can use the shower right after me." With that, Joey got up, quilt wrapped around her, and went into the bathroom that connected her room with Pacey and Jack's. Pacey struggled out of bed, put his boxers back on, and headed to his own bed before anyone saw him in Joey's room. But, it was too late. He walked out the door, and immediately ran into Jack.
"Pace? What are you doing in Joey's room?" realization dawned. "Wait a minute, did you and Jo-" Pacey cut Jack off and dragged him into their room.
"Keep your voice down! Yes, we got a little drunk at the concert, and one thing led to another…"
"Wow. So, what are you going to do?"
Pacey sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. He sighed in frustration. "I don't know what to do, man. I still love Joey. But I'm not sure how SHE feels."
"Yeah, that's tough. What I think you should do is talk to her! Find a quiet place and discuss how she feels."
"It can't be that simple, Jack."
"Well, I'm not very good at this relationship crap. Listen, I know it sounds cliché, but I think you should probably just follow your heart. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm meeting Alex for breakfast at 10:30."
"Well you two certainly seem to have hit it off."
"Yeah, I'm starting to really like him. And I think he likes me, too. The way he came up to me when we got to the concert, and asked me to dance… I think it's gotta be fate, or something."
"That's great, man" Pacey clapped his friend's shoulder. "Anyway, I am going to go take a shower, and then I'll talk to Joey."
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Charlie yawned and stretched luxuriously. He was lying in Tristan's bed, having moved out of the room he had formerly shared with Audrey. It was decided that he would sleep in there for the rest of the vacation. Eight more days. Eight more days of fun, relaxation, and not having to worry about anything. Or so he thought.
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Pacey crept downstairs, looking for Jo. He saw her sitting, alone, on the couch in the family room. "Perfect" he thought to himself. He headed toward her.
"Mind if I sit down?" he asked her.
Joey looked up from her book. "Be my guest."
"Listen, Jo," he began, "about last night…"
Joey put down her book. "What does this mean, Pace?"
Pacey heard Jack's words in his head. 'Follow your heart'. "I still love you" he blurted out.
Joey looked at him. "Really? Because if this is some kind of joke-"
"No, Jo, I really do still love you. That night we broke up… that was the worst night of my life, and I've regretted it ever since. Why do you think I took that job in the Caribbean? I had to get away. I didn't think I could take it, spending all summer with you and knowing that you were no longer mine."
Joey smiled. "Really, Pace? Because I think I still love you, too."
"Pacey's face split open into a wide grin. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"So, what does this mean? Should we get back together?"
"Pace, I love you. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never wanted to. And I don't want the same thing to happen again. So, if you really want to get back together, I think we should take it slower."
"Ok," Pacey murmured, as he leaned in to capture Joey's face in a long, slow kiss.
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That night, the gang had gone to bed late. They had gone to a beach party and they didn't get back until about 1 am. Everyone headed to bed.
Tristan and Charlie went to their room, and Tristan headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Charlie was lying in bed, when all of a sudden, the lights went out. He heard someone open the door and creep into the room. The person lay down next to Charlie and began to kiss him. All of a sudden, the lights came back on. The next thing Charlie heard was someone yelling: "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Startled, Charlie opened his eyes. There, standing above him, was Rory Gilmore. And in the bathroom doorway, face wearing an angry look, was Tristan Dugray.
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"Oh, my God! What the hell happened last night?"
"Well," said Pacey, "I remember going to the concert-"
"And they had that great beer" Joey finished. "I guess we drank a little too much of it, huh?"
"Yeah" Pacey sighed. "Do you have any aspirin?"
Joey reached for a bottle of Advil on her bedside table. "Here. I need some, too."
"I'm gonna go take a shower. You can lie here for a few more minutes, or you can go to your room. You can use the shower right after me." With that, Joey got up, quilt wrapped around her, and went into the bathroom that connected her room with Pacey and Jack's. Pacey struggled out of bed, put his boxers back on, and headed to his own bed before anyone saw him in Joey's room. But, it was too late. He walked out the door, and immediately ran into Jack.
"Pace? What are you doing in Joey's room?" realization dawned. "Wait a minute, did you and Jo-" Pacey cut Jack off and dragged him into their room.
"Keep your voice down! Yes, we got a little drunk at the concert, and one thing led to another…"
"Wow. So, what are you going to do?"
Pacey sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. He sighed in frustration. "I don't know what to do, man. I still love Joey. But I'm not sure how SHE feels."
"Yeah, that's tough. What I think you should do is talk to her! Find a quiet place and discuss how she feels."
"It can't be that simple, Jack."
"Well, I'm not very good at this relationship crap. Listen, I know it sounds cliché, but I think you should probably just follow your heart. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm meeting Alex for breakfast at 10:30."
"Well you two certainly seem to have hit it off."
"Yeah, I'm starting to really like him. And I think he likes me, too. The way he came up to me when we got to the concert, and asked me to dance… I think it's gotta be fate, or something."
"That's great, man" Pacey clapped his friend's shoulder. "Anyway, I am going to go take a shower, and then I'll talk to Joey."
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Charlie yawned and stretched luxuriously. He was lying in Tristan's bed, having moved out of the room he had formerly shared with Audrey. It was decided that he would sleep in there for the rest of the vacation. Eight more days. Eight more days of fun, relaxation, and not having to worry about anything. Or so he thought.
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Pacey crept downstairs, looking for Jo. He saw her sitting, alone, on the couch in the family room. "Perfect" he thought to himself. He headed toward her.
"Mind if I sit down?" he asked her.
Joey looked up from her book. "Be my guest."
"Listen, Jo," he began, "about last night…"
Joey put down her book. "What does this mean, Pace?"
Pacey heard Jack's words in his head. 'Follow your heart'. "I still love you" he blurted out.
Joey looked at him. "Really? Because if this is some kind of joke-"
"No, Jo, I really do still love you. That night we broke up… that was the worst night of my life, and I've regretted it ever since. Why do you think I took that job in the Caribbean? I had to get away. I didn't think I could take it, spending all summer with you and knowing that you were no longer mine."
Joey smiled. "Really, Pace? Because I think I still love you, too."
"Pacey's face split open into a wide grin. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"So, what does this mean? Should we get back together?"
"Pace, I love you. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never wanted to. And I don't want the same thing to happen again. So, if you really want to get back together, I think we should take it slower."
"Ok," Pacey murmured, as he leaned in to capture Joey's face in a long, slow kiss.
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That night, the gang had gone to bed late. They had gone to a beach party and they didn't get back until about 1 am. Everyone headed to bed.
Tristan and Charlie went to their room, and Tristan headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Charlie was lying in bed, when all of a sudden, the lights went out. He heard someone open the door and creep into the room. The person lay down next to Charlie and began to kiss him. All of a sudden, the lights came back on. The next thing Charlie heard was someone yelling: "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
Startled, Charlie opened his eyes. There, standing above him, was Rory Gilmore. And in the bathroom doorway, face wearing an angry look, was Tristan Dugray.
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