Thank You! And I know that Katie's eyes aren't really blue but in Season
Three, she wore blue contacts and I've always found her striking with blue
eyes. But thank you for your input, sorry this chapter is so short and I'll
try to get another up soon. -Jelisha
Chapter Two
'Somebody already broke my heart. Here I am. So, don't leave me stranded. On the end of a line, hanging on the edge of a lie.'
"How is she?" Whispered a male voice on the other end of the line, Pacey sighed. He knew that even though his best friend claimed to be over his so- called "soulmate" that didn't mean he truly meant it. Dawson missed her. This was obvious, too obvious.
"She's fine, man." He answered simply. He had seen her the day before when he was once again his route at picking up loiter from the Capeside streets, she had been more pleasant this time around, and had even walked with him, just talking.
Dawson nodded his head, even though he knew that his friend couldn't see him. "I've been thinking, Pace..."
Pacey rolled his eyes, "What is it now?"
"...Maybe I shouldn't have left? She needs me now. I left her last year, when I should've stayed and tried to work out our differences." He had remembered the summer before when she had said that she never wanted to see him again, but when he had returned for school...she wanted him back. At the time, he didn't know whether to be overjoyed or confused.
"Come on man, we've been through this already." Pacey was tired of this continuing drama. He was trying to separate himself from it, but it was continually hard...especially since it involved his best friends. "It's too late to change your mind now. If you two are meant to be then this little break that you are taking isn't going to do any damage to what you two have. If anything, it'll make this relationship stronger."
Dawson smiled gently; he had always been the dreamer while Pacey was the realist. It was a good combination for a friendship. "Yeah, you're right. I'm overanalyzing this." There was a brief moment of silence, before he whispered softly. "Pace, if she doesn't have me now...I'm glad that she has you."
Pacey drifted his eyes downward, his body shivering from the words, and he didn't understand why. "Yeah, she has me." He replied back, more to himself than to his best friend. He repeated the words just to be sure he was saying them out loud.
"She has me." ~*~
The young girl began fumbling with the light switches, clicking them on and off, to make sure that each room's electricity worked. Bessie had forgotten to the pay the bill a week ago and things were beginning to look tight.
It might have seemed as if Joey would need to get a second job. Just great. Her summer couldn't have looked any brighter. The Potter's B&B had been running low with customers today, so Bessie and Bodie took the day off, and had left Alexander with Joey. She had been planning to go look for any job openings, but with a baby in two, it might have given the wrong impression.
Checking the lights in the kitchen, she sat down at the table, very unsatisfied. Lately, she had wished she could have been the one to leave town instead of Dawson, her life was like a boring drama. It was never- ending, she could sometimes forget that she was seventeen. She seemed like an old soul.
But the other day, when she stayed with Jen, she actually felt like her age. It was awkward staying there with her and Grams, they didn't know what to talk about, and they had no same interests so it was boring at times. But it was the idea that she could just turn to someone else, and not have it be a male and tell her secrets to. It was refreshing and something she had wished for so long but never spoke of it. After it was over, Jen had invited her back sometime. Once was enough, she knew that for sure. Why ruin it the second time around? But she didn't tell Jen that, it would be better to make an excuse the next time something like this happened.
Hearing the silent cries from her nephew, she quickly stood and walked over to his crib, he was sitting up, his brown eyes red with sleepiness and from crying. She smiled slightly and gently raised him up and rested him on her hip, running her fingers through his thick masses of brown curls. His cries quickly subsided as he stared at her silently; she kissed his temple, and bounced him gently against her hip.
"You want me to read you another story?" He shook his head, "Well, what is it, you want baby?"
He puckered his lips, "Mik," he whimpered softly. She laughed softly and placed him back in his crib, fetching his milk bottle from the fridge, she brought it back to him, and watched as he quickly to it from her hands and slowly devoured it.
The front door knocked, and she quickly turned her head toward it. A new customer? She would be surprised, but she ran out the wrinkles in her skirt, and walked towards the door and opened it. But her wishes were unfulfilled, as there stood Pacey Witter.
She moved to the side, so he could enter. "What a surprise to see you here." She said while closing the door.
He was barely paying attention to her as he noticed Alexander in the crib; he reached down and gently tickled his tiny plumped stomach, letting tiny giggles escape the infant's lips. He smiled, and he noticed Joey by his side, staring at him in wonder.
She had seen him with children before, but it was amazing sometimes to just watch he interacted with them. Maybe because deep down he was a child himself and he related more with infants and toddlers than she did, or maybe it was a man's touch that did the trick. That wasn't it. Dawson had played with Alexander many times before and he didn't have the ability to make him giggle outrageously like Pacey was doing right now.
It was a sight to see as she a let a smile escape upon her lips. Sometimes he would do things that would completely catch her off guard, she would see him in a whole different light and then he would return to him old self and she would even be just as more confused than before.
By this time, Pacey had stopped tickling Alexander and he was looking at Joey, confused. She was staring at him and smiling but he could tell she was deep in thought. He snapped his fingers in her face, and she jumped. "Hey Jo? What are you staring at?"
She briefly closed her eyes, and then blushed. Turning her back towards him, she folded her arms in front of her chest. "I was just thinking to myself, that's all." Then she remembered something and turned to face him. "Why exactly are you here, Pacey?"
He smiled, "I had nothing else better to do..." he noticed Joey groan, "and I thought who else I could annoy with my presence? Miss Josephine Potter."
Her eyes softened, "Oh that is so generous of you. I might just become a little bit teary-eyed." She pushed his chest slightly, "Now leave."
He backed away from her, but didn't head towards the door. "Come on Jo, you know you need my company."
His company was the last thing she needed and wanted. She didn't know what was happening but it was coming clear that lately they were becoming close and that sometimes frightened, when you become close with your enemy...anything else is possible. He was being to friendly to her, like they were best friends. And that was one thing they definitely were not.
Taking the bottle out of the crib, noticing that Alexander had fallen asleep, she walked to the kitchen, with Pacey on her trail. Placing the bottle into the refrigerator and turned to stare at him. "Pace, what are we doing?"
He stood confused, "We're in the kitchen and you're..."
"No! I mean what is going on between us?" She hesitated slightly, "Are we becoming friends here?"
Pacey leaned against the kitchen counter, noticing her eyes lighten with surprise of her own question. If only he could read her mind. "Well, Potter, it's not one of the things I have high on my list of priorities, but I would say it seems that we are." He whispered gently, watching her reaction.
She grinned, "I can't say I'm happy about it, but what can a girl do? You keep stalking me, I just have to accept the fact that you like my company." She laughed, "Come on, Pace. Help me clean this place up." She grabbed his hand and led him into the rooms, all the while, the both of them continued to laugh, still holding hands. ~*~
Lying beneath the grass, its dampness seeping between her fingers, she looked towards the midnight sky. Her blue eyes glistening in the moonlight, running her fingers over her bare, exposed stomach, she sighed.
It was a beautiful night, the moon was full and the wind was gently blowing. And she was spending this beautiful night with Pacey. Out of all people. After putting Alexander to sleep and cleaning the B&B, she had expected for Pacey to leave by then but he had stayed with her, cooking for the baby and the both of them.
And now it was past midnight and he was outside with her, lying on the grass and staring up at the stars with her. "Pace," she whispered softly, he turned his attention towards her, his left brow arched. "You got kicked out of the house again, didn't you?"
He smirked, and nodded. "Me and the Pops got into another argument." He said simply.
She nodded her head in understanding; she knew the problems that he had with his family, even as kids, if he couldn't stay at Dawson's, they would put aside their differences and he would stay at her place. Her mother used to offer every time he came by with Dawson to stay at their place, and he would be embarrassed to say he would like to stay because he didn't want to intrude.
Every now then, she felt for him. It was the tiny little things that sometimes you would have to put aside your true feelings and be shoulder to cry on. And that was the circumstance between her and Pacey.
Her eyes traveled over to him, he lay on his back, and his palms face down onto the grass and his blue eyes staring above. She bit her bottom lip before moving closer towards him, her eyes traveling to the stars ahead. "You know Pace, you can stay here if you want. I know you go back to Dawson's place...but it's late now." He looked at her, and she hesitated.
He smirked, "Potter, I wouldn't dream of imposing upon your family, but since you offered...it would be rude of me to decline the offer." He stood and reached out his hand to help her stand. She searched his face expression and then slowly and hesitantly she placed her hand in his and he gently pulled her up.
Her blue eyes danced; and she let go of his hand. She tugged on her bikini top, nervously and then shrugged her shoulders. "So here we are." She said simply.
He glanced around; the sound of crickets chipping was evident. And he nodded, "Yes, here we are. And what nice night it is." He whispered softly, his eyes traveling to her glowing appearance. Without thinking, he entwined his fingers with her own once again and they walked down the creek, hand in hand.
"Pace, we have to go check on Alexander." She pleaded quietly, looking back towards the house. But then relaxed as she noticed Bodie's automobile parked in the driveway. They were home now. "Nevermind. Let's just walk."
Without saying another word, they walked along the creek, in silence, and admiring the gorgeous night. Having so much peace between them, Pacey didn't even notice that they were still holding hands, but Joey did.
She looked to their entwined hands, and said nothing about it; instead she squeezed his hand tightly and then smiled. She had nothing to complain about this night. It was almost perfect. Almost. ~*~
Chapter Two
'Somebody already broke my heart. Here I am. So, don't leave me stranded. On the end of a line, hanging on the edge of a lie.'
"How is she?" Whispered a male voice on the other end of the line, Pacey sighed. He knew that even though his best friend claimed to be over his so- called "soulmate" that didn't mean he truly meant it. Dawson missed her. This was obvious, too obvious.
"She's fine, man." He answered simply. He had seen her the day before when he was once again his route at picking up loiter from the Capeside streets, she had been more pleasant this time around, and had even walked with him, just talking.
Dawson nodded his head, even though he knew that his friend couldn't see him. "I've been thinking, Pace..."
Pacey rolled his eyes, "What is it now?"
"...Maybe I shouldn't have left? She needs me now. I left her last year, when I should've stayed and tried to work out our differences." He had remembered the summer before when she had said that she never wanted to see him again, but when he had returned for school...she wanted him back. At the time, he didn't know whether to be overjoyed or confused.
"Come on man, we've been through this already." Pacey was tired of this continuing drama. He was trying to separate himself from it, but it was continually hard...especially since it involved his best friends. "It's too late to change your mind now. If you two are meant to be then this little break that you are taking isn't going to do any damage to what you two have. If anything, it'll make this relationship stronger."
Dawson smiled gently; he had always been the dreamer while Pacey was the realist. It was a good combination for a friendship. "Yeah, you're right. I'm overanalyzing this." There was a brief moment of silence, before he whispered softly. "Pace, if she doesn't have me now...I'm glad that she has you."
Pacey drifted his eyes downward, his body shivering from the words, and he didn't understand why. "Yeah, she has me." He replied back, more to himself than to his best friend. He repeated the words just to be sure he was saying them out loud.
"She has me." ~*~
The young girl began fumbling with the light switches, clicking them on and off, to make sure that each room's electricity worked. Bessie had forgotten to the pay the bill a week ago and things were beginning to look tight.
It might have seemed as if Joey would need to get a second job. Just great. Her summer couldn't have looked any brighter. The Potter's B&B had been running low with customers today, so Bessie and Bodie took the day off, and had left Alexander with Joey. She had been planning to go look for any job openings, but with a baby in two, it might have given the wrong impression.
Checking the lights in the kitchen, she sat down at the table, very unsatisfied. Lately, she had wished she could have been the one to leave town instead of Dawson, her life was like a boring drama. It was never- ending, she could sometimes forget that she was seventeen. She seemed like an old soul.
But the other day, when she stayed with Jen, she actually felt like her age. It was awkward staying there with her and Grams, they didn't know what to talk about, and they had no same interests so it was boring at times. But it was the idea that she could just turn to someone else, and not have it be a male and tell her secrets to. It was refreshing and something she had wished for so long but never spoke of it. After it was over, Jen had invited her back sometime. Once was enough, she knew that for sure. Why ruin it the second time around? But she didn't tell Jen that, it would be better to make an excuse the next time something like this happened.
Hearing the silent cries from her nephew, she quickly stood and walked over to his crib, he was sitting up, his brown eyes red with sleepiness and from crying. She smiled slightly and gently raised him up and rested him on her hip, running her fingers through his thick masses of brown curls. His cries quickly subsided as he stared at her silently; she kissed his temple, and bounced him gently against her hip.
"You want me to read you another story?" He shook his head, "Well, what is it, you want baby?"
He puckered his lips, "Mik," he whimpered softly. She laughed softly and placed him back in his crib, fetching his milk bottle from the fridge, she brought it back to him, and watched as he quickly to it from her hands and slowly devoured it.
The front door knocked, and she quickly turned her head toward it. A new customer? She would be surprised, but she ran out the wrinkles in her skirt, and walked towards the door and opened it. But her wishes were unfulfilled, as there stood Pacey Witter.
She moved to the side, so he could enter. "What a surprise to see you here." She said while closing the door.
He was barely paying attention to her as he noticed Alexander in the crib; he reached down and gently tickled his tiny plumped stomach, letting tiny giggles escape the infant's lips. He smiled, and he noticed Joey by his side, staring at him in wonder.
She had seen him with children before, but it was amazing sometimes to just watch he interacted with them. Maybe because deep down he was a child himself and he related more with infants and toddlers than she did, or maybe it was a man's touch that did the trick. That wasn't it. Dawson had played with Alexander many times before and he didn't have the ability to make him giggle outrageously like Pacey was doing right now.
It was a sight to see as she a let a smile escape upon her lips. Sometimes he would do things that would completely catch her off guard, she would see him in a whole different light and then he would return to him old self and she would even be just as more confused than before.
By this time, Pacey had stopped tickling Alexander and he was looking at Joey, confused. She was staring at him and smiling but he could tell she was deep in thought. He snapped his fingers in her face, and she jumped. "Hey Jo? What are you staring at?"
She briefly closed her eyes, and then blushed. Turning her back towards him, she folded her arms in front of her chest. "I was just thinking to myself, that's all." Then she remembered something and turned to face him. "Why exactly are you here, Pacey?"
He smiled, "I had nothing else better to do..." he noticed Joey groan, "and I thought who else I could annoy with my presence? Miss Josephine Potter."
Her eyes softened, "Oh that is so generous of you. I might just become a little bit teary-eyed." She pushed his chest slightly, "Now leave."
He backed away from her, but didn't head towards the door. "Come on Jo, you know you need my company."
His company was the last thing she needed and wanted. She didn't know what was happening but it was coming clear that lately they were becoming close and that sometimes frightened, when you become close with your enemy...anything else is possible. He was being to friendly to her, like they were best friends. And that was one thing they definitely were not.
Taking the bottle out of the crib, noticing that Alexander had fallen asleep, she walked to the kitchen, with Pacey on her trail. Placing the bottle into the refrigerator and turned to stare at him. "Pace, what are we doing?"
He stood confused, "We're in the kitchen and you're..."
"No! I mean what is going on between us?" She hesitated slightly, "Are we becoming friends here?"
Pacey leaned against the kitchen counter, noticing her eyes lighten with surprise of her own question. If only he could read her mind. "Well, Potter, it's not one of the things I have high on my list of priorities, but I would say it seems that we are." He whispered gently, watching her reaction.
She grinned, "I can't say I'm happy about it, but what can a girl do? You keep stalking me, I just have to accept the fact that you like my company." She laughed, "Come on, Pace. Help me clean this place up." She grabbed his hand and led him into the rooms, all the while, the both of them continued to laugh, still holding hands. ~*~
Lying beneath the grass, its dampness seeping between her fingers, she looked towards the midnight sky. Her blue eyes glistening in the moonlight, running her fingers over her bare, exposed stomach, she sighed.
It was a beautiful night, the moon was full and the wind was gently blowing. And she was spending this beautiful night with Pacey. Out of all people. After putting Alexander to sleep and cleaning the B&B, she had expected for Pacey to leave by then but he had stayed with her, cooking for the baby and the both of them.
And now it was past midnight and he was outside with her, lying on the grass and staring up at the stars with her. "Pace," she whispered softly, he turned his attention towards her, his left brow arched. "You got kicked out of the house again, didn't you?"
He smirked, and nodded. "Me and the Pops got into another argument." He said simply.
She nodded her head in understanding; she knew the problems that he had with his family, even as kids, if he couldn't stay at Dawson's, they would put aside their differences and he would stay at her place. Her mother used to offer every time he came by with Dawson to stay at their place, and he would be embarrassed to say he would like to stay because he didn't want to intrude.
Every now then, she felt for him. It was the tiny little things that sometimes you would have to put aside your true feelings and be shoulder to cry on. And that was the circumstance between her and Pacey.
Her eyes traveled over to him, he lay on his back, and his palms face down onto the grass and his blue eyes staring above. She bit her bottom lip before moving closer towards him, her eyes traveling to the stars ahead. "You know Pace, you can stay here if you want. I know you go back to Dawson's place...but it's late now." He looked at her, and she hesitated.
He smirked, "Potter, I wouldn't dream of imposing upon your family, but since you offered...it would be rude of me to decline the offer." He stood and reached out his hand to help her stand. She searched his face expression and then slowly and hesitantly she placed her hand in his and he gently pulled her up.
Her blue eyes danced; and she let go of his hand. She tugged on her bikini top, nervously and then shrugged her shoulders. "So here we are." She said simply.
He glanced around; the sound of crickets chipping was evident. And he nodded, "Yes, here we are. And what nice night it is." He whispered softly, his eyes traveling to her glowing appearance. Without thinking, he entwined his fingers with her own once again and they walked down the creek, hand in hand.
"Pace, we have to go check on Alexander." She pleaded quietly, looking back towards the house. But then relaxed as she noticed Bodie's automobile parked in the driveway. They were home now. "Nevermind. Let's just walk."
Without saying another word, they walked along the creek, in silence, and admiring the gorgeous night. Having so much peace between them, Pacey didn't even notice that they were still holding hands, but Joey did.
She looked to their entwined hands, and said nothing about it; instead she squeezed his hand tightly and then smiled. She had nothing to complain about this night. It was almost perfect. Almost. ~*~
