A Matter of Convienence, Chapter 3
A/N: It has been noted that this story is a waste of my time. Well, sure, but if you knew all the other things I did to waste time, this seems so trivial. :) Anyway, I wrote this on the plane, so here you go...
Pacey stared at the phone as it rang for the third time.
It was her. He could feel it. ...but he didn't want to know her answer.
Right now, he had hope, but without the sacrifice.
Once he answered, there was no going back.
But he should probably pick up before his obnoxious answering machine clicked on...
"Hello?"
"Hey, Witter," Joey's voice came across the line with alarming brightness, the implications of which, he could not begin to fathom. "Chicken out?"
Pfft. "Hell, no, Potter."
"Guess we should do this, then."
"Are you sure?" he asked. She was going to hate him forever, he could sense it.
Joey sighed, "Yeah, I'm sure."
"OK, Potter. I'll see you in a couple hours..."
"Wait, Pace...could you do me a favor?"
"Of course, my love."
She snorted and Pacey grinned.
"Could you ask Dawson not to go for me? I just..."
Didn't want her boyfriend there to see her marry another man...? Made sense.
"No problem."
"Thanks. Oh, one more thing."
"Yeah?"
"Don't wear a Hawaiian shirt."
Click.
Pacey shook his head.
***
"What DO you wear in the wedding to the man you hate?" Joey asked as she and Jen scoured their closets for something even approaching appropriate.
"Something with cleavage," Jen answered automatically.
"That's your answer for everything."
"Because it IS the answer for everything, hon," Jen shook her head at Joey's naivete.
"But..."
"Joey, my sweet girl, there is never a good reason not to accentuate the assets."
"For Pacey?" Joey made a face.
Jen smiled, "Think of it more 'TO Pacey'...or have you not heard the expression 'dress to kill'...?"
Joey rolled her eyes, but smiled. There had to be something.
***
He was used to her body by this time. It was flaunted before him constantly at Club Paradise.
She was hot, he'd noticed that immediately. It was when she opened her mouth that they fought. Not that he'd have hit on her otherwise, of course. Sea was too big to mess around with a friend's fish. Under normal circumstances, he would include marriage in the 'mess around' category, but apparently Dawson thought it was a marvelous idea. Psycho.
Joey looked beautiful. Not in the the way he normally saw her, since the club didn't support fully clothing their waitresses, but more classy. Like...a bride.
Pacey rolled his eyes. Of course she looked like a bride. That was the point, wasn't it?
She didn't have a wedding dress, of course, but the white sundress flowed and clung to all the right places, emphasizing her body tastefully.
He felt suddenly underdressed, though he couldn't remember what he was wearing. Looking away from her seemed a horrible waste of time, so he would have to rely on the pictures Jen insisted on snapping.
"Disposable photography, the wedding pictures of champions," he said wryly.
"Hey, YOU may not want to remember this day," Jen said with a grin, "But I sure as hell do."
"Somehow I don't think it will slip anyone's mind any time soon," Jack walked into the room.
Jen stiffened, "It isn't, after all, a girlfriend."
Pacey winced. Bitterness still on a high. Jack was more or less screwed if he wanted to get back with her.
"Jen, can we talk?"
Unable to stomach the shootdown, Pacey turned to Joey.
"You ready?"
"As soon as the bickering stops," Joey nodded at Jack and Jen, who seemed to notice their scrutiny.
"We're here for a wedding, Jack, let's go. If you really want to talk, you could CALL me," Jen sneered, rolling her eyes.
"You sure you won't be busy with helpline boy?"
"I have voice mail."
"Hey guys," Pacey interrupted them, "Wedding?"
They mumbled their apologies before following Pacey into the next room for the ceremony.
***
It wasn't under a white arch, with flowers in her hair.
All the images in her mind as a little girl lay shattered in the cold reality of the situation.
The words left her lips automatically and though he stood right there with her, she couldn't look at him. He was in this with her, but it was as though he stood against her, trying to prevent her girlhood dreams from becoming a reality.
"...may kiss the bride."
Joey's eyes widened and flew with shock to Pacey's for the first time.
They were married. They had to kiss.
They were MARRIED.
Pacey smiled faintly, taking her hands and pulling her forward slowly.
He was her husband.
Pacey Witter.
Husband.
It didn't even register what he was doing until she felt his lips press softly against hers and she shivered.
He pulled her into a hug and she clung to him, barely comprehending the movement around her in the flashing of light and murmurs of reassurance attempted to distract her from the legal papers set before her.
Josephine Potter could have been written with more grace, but shaky movements were all she could handle as Dawson's 'brilliant idea' became a reality.
At the suggestion of her boyfriend, she had just become Mrs. Pacey Witter.
The room started to spin.
A/N: It has been noted that this story is a waste of my time. Well, sure, but if you knew all the other things I did to waste time, this seems so trivial. :) Anyway, I wrote this on the plane, so here you go...
Pacey stared at the phone as it rang for the third time.
It was her. He could feel it. ...but he didn't want to know her answer.
Right now, he had hope, but without the sacrifice.
Once he answered, there was no going back.
But he should probably pick up before his obnoxious answering machine clicked on...
"Hello?"
"Hey, Witter," Joey's voice came across the line with alarming brightness, the implications of which, he could not begin to fathom. "Chicken out?"
Pfft. "Hell, no, Potter."
"Guess we should do this, then."
"Are you sure?" he asked. She was going to hate him forever, he could sense it.
Joey sighed, "Yeah, I'm sure."
"OK, Potter. I'll see you in a couple hours..."
"Wait, Pace...could you do me a favor?"
"Of course, my love."
She snorted and Pacey grinned.
"Could you ask Dawson not to go for me? I just..."
Didn't want her boyfriend there to see her marry another man...? Made sense.
"No problem."
"Thanks. Oh, one more thing."
"Yeah?"
"Don't wear a Hawaiian shirt."
Click.
Pacey shook his head.
***
"What DO you wear in the wedding to the man you hate?" Joey asked as she and Jen scoured their closets for something even approaching appropriate.
"Something with cleavage," Jen answered automatically.
"That's your answer for everything."
"Because it IS the answer for everything, hon," Jen shook her head at Joey's naivete.
"But..."
"Joey, my sweet girl, there is never a good reason not to accentuate the assets."
"For Pacey?" Joey made a face.
Jen smiled, "Think of it more 'TO Pacey'...or have you not heard the expression 'dress to kill'...?"
Joey rolled her eyes, but smiled. There had to be something.
***
He was used to her body by this time. It was flaunted before him constantly at Club Paradise.
She was hot, he'd noticed that immediately. It was when she opened her mouth that they fought. Not that he'd have hit on her otherwise, of course. Sea was too big to mess around with a friend's fish. Under normal circumstances, he would include marriage in the 'mess around' category, but apparently Dawson thought it was a marvelous idea. Psycho.
Joey looked beautiful. Not in the the way he normally saw her, since the club didn't support fully clothing their waitresses, but more classy. Like...a bride.
Pacey rolled his eyes. Of course she looked like a bride. That was the point, wasn't it?
She didn't have a wedding dress, of course, but the white sundress flowed and clung to all the right places, emphasizing her body tastefully.
He felt suddenly underdressed, though he couldn't remember what he was wearing. Looking away from her seemed a horrible waste of time, so he would have to rely on the pictures Jen insisted on snapping.
"Disposable photography, the wedding pictures of champions," he said wryly.
"Hey, YOU may not want to remember this day," Jen said with a grin, "But I sure as hell do."
"Somehow I don't think it will slip anyone's mind any time soon," Jack walked into the room.
Jen stiffened, "It isn't, after all, a girlfriend."
Pacey winced. Bitterness still on a high. Jack was more or less screwed if he wanted to get back with her.
"Jen, can we talk?"
Unable to stomach the shootdown, Pacey turned to Joey.
"You ready?"
"As soon as the bickering stops," Joey nodded at Jack and Jen, who seemed to notice their scrutiny.
"We're here for a wedding, Jack, let's go. If you really want to talk, you could CALL me," Jen sneered, rolling her eyes.
"You sure you won't be busy with helpline boy?"
"I have voice mail."
"Hey guys," Pacey interrupted them, "Wedding?"
They mumbled their apologies before following Pacey into the next room for the ceremony.
***
It wasn't under a white arch, with flowers in her hair.
All the images in her mind as a little girl lay shattered in the cold reality of the situation.
The words left her lips automatically and though he stood right there with her, she couldn't look at him. He was in this with her, but it was as though he stood against her, trying to prevent her girlhood dreams from becoming a reality.
"...may kiss the bride."
Joey's eyes widened and flew with shock to Pacey's for the first time.
They were married. They had to kiss.
They were MARRIED.
Pacey smiled faintly, taking her hands and pulling her forward slowly.
He was her husband.
Pacey Witter.
Husband.
It didn't even register what he was doing until she felt his lips press softly against hers and she shivered.
He pulled her into a hug and she clung to him, barely comprehending the movement around her in the flashing of light and murmurs of reassurance attempted to distract her from the legal papers set before her.
Josephine Potter could have been written with more grace, but shaky movements were all she could handle as Dawson's 'brilliant idea' became a reality.
At the suggestion of her boyfriend, she had just become Mrs. Pacey Witter.
The room started to spin.
