People Change. Something's never do.
By Dawn.
Part 1
Disclaimer: Own nothing, I'm only 14!!
Category: Fut fic. Eventually P/A but right now an Andie catch up so
I'd have to say A/other.
Summary: A lot's changed in Andie's life since she left Capeside.
Feedback: PLEASE!! It's my first so be gentle!
Spoilers : Season 3.
Authors notes: OK I started this between the break between s3 an 4 but gave up on it, I re-wrote and tried again and this is what I got. Sooooo.
A 24 year old Andie McPhee surveyed the master bedroom of
her New York apartment, trying to make sure she hadn't forgotten
anything as she neatly folded her last sweater and placed it in her
suitcase. She couldn't believe she was going back to Capeside. She
hadn't been back to make since the beginning of senior year when she
went to live with her aunt Amy in California after her mothers
suicide.
So much has happened. She certainly hadn't turned out as
anyone, including herself, would have expected. It started out as
planned. She graduated high school with straight A's and went on to
NYU which she choose because it had the best Physc department and she
thought she could give a lot in that career considering her
experiences.
It was there she met Craig. A 6ft2 dirty blond haired deep
green eyed man originally from London. 3 years her senior he'd taken
pity on the petite brown eyed girl with long blond hair who was
wondering round confused on the first day of the semester. As the
months went by they developed a close friendship, and Andie found
herself falling for this soulful eyed man she'd grown so close to.
One thing led to another and early the next fall Andie found herself
staring down at a pregnancy test that read positive. She couldn't
believe it she had just turned 20 and was pregnant ! Craig was
amazing at first. He even talked about them getting engaged, they
found a nice apartment close to the campus and began preparing for
the arrival of their baby.
As the months went by Andie began to notice changes in Craig.
He started going out more and coming and coming home at all hours
drunk out of his mind. "Well I won't be able to do it once the baby's
here." He'd say every time she brought it up. Things gradually got
worse over the months and on the night Clayton Timothy McPhee was born
he left, leaving a note with the hospital receptionist which simply
said he wasn't ready to be a father and he'd always love her.
Soon the time came for Andie to go back to school and she
soon learnt she couldn't pay for Clay's day-care, pay the rent, buy
the necessities and still go to school. So there she was a 20yr old
Andrea McPhee dropping out of NYU.
She managed to get a secretarial job at a casting agency
close to the apartment which offered her enough money to get Clay in
a decent day-care centre, pay the rent and buy the weekly groceries.
She wasn't going to deny she had to delve into her savings a few
times but now coming close to four years on, she was doing all right for
herself. She was now doing PA work for the same company and earning a
decent wage. She had a large apartment in a nice complex and had
even, somehow, managed to get Clay into one of the best schools in
the city. He was only going half day right now but she hoped she'd
somehow manage to make the fees when he went full time next fall.
The sound of her little boy calling from the next room shook
Andie from her trip down memory lane.
"Mommy, I can't find Timmy Bear!!!"
"Hang on a minute honey" she called through. *Timmy Bear* Jack had
brought the bear for Clayton the day he was born. Jack. She couldn't
believe he may not be around to see her baby turn five. *NO!!* she
scolded herself. *I will not think like that the doctors said that
as long as the cancer hasn't spread he'll be find as soon as he
recovers from the operation* That's why she was going home. Home it
was funny she thought of Capeside as home even though she'd only
lived there for a couple of years.
This time her thought trail was broken by the sound of the
phone ringing. "Andie McPhee" she answered. "Ms McPhee" the voice
replied. "This is Capeside general...........I'm sorry but your
brother passed away a short while ago....."The rest of what was said
never registered with Andie *Oh My God, Jack.* was all she could
think. Somehow she managed to mumble a "thank you, good bye" and
numbly hang up the phone. "Momma Momma" she heard Clay call as
although his voice seemed far off. "Momma are you OK?" Andie's only
replied was to grab her son into a tight embrace and drag him down to
the ground with her as she buried her sobs in his short blond hair
and rocked back and forth. "It's going to be OK." she mumbled over and
over into her son's hair.
She couldn't believe Jack was dead. Really gone. she was just 24. She couldn't cope with this. She'd lost her eldest brother at 16 which followed with her mother having a nervous breakdown then her dad going M.I.A, followed by her having a mental breakdown due to the pressure. All this by the time she was 17. Things seemed to be improved the next year she was fine, her dad was back, and her mum was on the road to recovery. Then her mum committed suicide. It seemed sudden at the time but looking back the build up was there. Then after her mothers death her dad runs off again leaving her and Jack to arrange the funeral. That's when the offer to move to Florida came from her aunt. She can still remember sitting in her room deciding whether or not to go.
*Flashback*
Andie sitting her room flipping through photo albums focusing on two photographs.
Her and Pacey the night of their first kiss
A Picture of the whole gang her eyes focusing on the fact that Pacey has his arms wrapped protectively round Joey.
Andie wipes tears from her eyes as she comes to a decision.
*End Flashback*
Shaking off the shivers that run down her spine as she thinks that night. She must have cried herself to sleep because she can't remember anything else until the next morning when she told Jack her decision. He'd pleaded with her to stay, her saying she had to leave, to get away from it all. The stress from her mom's death and her dad leaving had already got her back on meds. She couldn't say when she wasn't going to be happy enough to fight it.
Andie truly believed that she'd only got through everything before because of Pacey, and it hurt her so much to see Pacey and Joey together. He may have got over her but at the time she was no where near to fixing her heart.
As she remember that night Andie was openly crying she felt all those feelings over again. She felt horrible for leaving Jack. She felt the oh so familiar twinge in her heart as she thought of why she really left Capeside.
It had been three days since Jack died and she woke up the same way she had every day since, realising he was gone and not letting it sink in. She arranged the funeral to be held in Capeside two weeks from the day. She was planning on going to Capeside only a few days before the funeral and leaving two or three days after. She didn't want to have to stay there any longer than she had to. She knew that Joey was still living there. She'd taken over the B&B and was also painting and drawing for a living. She was becoming quite famous actually. It was nice to see her making a living out of her passion. She'd shocked everyone (including Andie who'd been getting updates on everyone from Jack whether she wanted them or not.) by turning down a scholarship to Harvard and taking over the family business after Bessie decided she wanted out of Capeside. *I guess I wasn't the only one who hadn't turned out as everyone expected.* Andie thought to herself. She'd felt horrible when she thought of how happy she'd been when Jack told her Pacey and Joey had broken up about a month after she left Capeside. He never actually said it but had continually hinted that she had something to do with it which had only made her more gleeful if not the tiniest bit guilty.
Even though Jack had been telling her things about what everyone was doing she was still a sketchy on the details. She knew Jen and Henry had got married sometime last year. Jack's invite had included one for her which she'd told Jack to politely decline for on her behalf. She'd asked Jack not to tell any of them about her pregnancy, failed relationship and all that failed. As far as they knew she was still at NYU. She didn't want them to think of her as a failure, and that was what she thought of herself as. She wouldn't change Clay for the world but she wished things had been different.
Andie dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. As the warm water ran over her body she thought of the last time she'd seen everyone.
*FLASHBACK*
Jen, Jack, Dawson, Pacey, Joey and Andie gathered outside the McPhee's Capeside home.
"So your really doing this huh?" Jack asked as he placed the last suitcase in the truck of Andie's car.
"Yep." Andie replied as she hugged her brother "Oh, I'm going to miss you. All of you." she continued as she let go of Jack.
"Then don't go Andie." Pacey said softly from his place next to Joey.
"Don't say that Pacey. Idiot. Can't you see it's hard on her." Joey said as she hit Pacey softly and pulled Andie into a hug. "Call me when you get there, else I'll worry something happen."
"Yes Momma Joey." Andie said with a slight giggle although this goodbye was turning out to be a lot harder than she thought.
"Call me to " Dawson said as he hugged her goodbye.
"Me also" said Jen as she hugged Andie.
"Don't forget me. McPhee" Pacey said as he hugged. Andie wasn't sure whether the double meaning was there or she just wanted it to be.
"SO! Who do I have to call?" Andie asked innocently trying to lighten the mood.
"ME!!" Came five voices simultaneously.
"OK. OK" Andie said giggling. "Bye Guys." Andie Flashed them all a smile as she climbed into her car and drove out of the driveway with a final wave.
*END FLASHBACK.*
That was the last time she'd seen any of them apart from Jack. After the 'I've arrived safely calls' she only spoke to the others a few times senior year but found herself feeling more of an outsider with each call. So she didn't call as often, then not at all. By the time she went off to college she'd lost contact with them all apart from Jack.
She let the spray fall over her for a few more minutes then slipped out of the shower. Pulling on her towlin Dressing gown and taking some of the dampness of her hair with a towel she padded her way across the living room to her sons bedroom. "Wake up honey." Andie said shaking Clay slightly "you're going to be late for school."
"In a second Mommy." Came the murmured reply from her sons pillow hidden mouth.
"Now Clayton. I'm going to make your breakfast and I expect you dressed and in the kitchen in fifteen minutes OK?"
"Yes mom." Clay replied as he climber out of bed.
"OK." Andie said as she went into her own room and changed into a pair of black pants and a pale blue sweater. She took her blonde which now reached around the middle of her back and tied it up into a high ponytail. Putting on a little makeup she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked no older than 19. To look at her you'd never realise what she'd been through in the twenty-four short years she'd lived. With a final brush through her hair she left her room in time to see her son bound across the spacious living room to the kitchenette on the other side of the apartment.
"O.K then" Andie said cheerfully as she looked at her son "What do you want?"
"Same" Clay said as he pulled himself onto a chair. Andie smiled to herself as she took down the carton of cereal from the self and poured some into a bowl. No matter what happen she'd always have Clay. *For a good few years anyway.* She thought to herself.
"OK" She said with a smile shaking herself out of that trail of thought and placing the bowl down in from her son. "Your going to go play with Tony after school cause Mommy has to go run a few errands OK."
" But it's Monday you don't work on Monday's" Clay replied a puzzled expression on his face.
"I know honey it's not for work."
"Is it for uncle Jack?" Clay asked.
"Yeah honey, that's right. Remember how I said I'd be doing a lot for uncle Jack since he. Since he....." Andie could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Since he went to live with Gramma and Uncle Tim with the angels." Clay finished. "Don't cry Mommy. Uncle Jack wouldn't have wanted us to be upset. You told me that."
"Yeah, your right honey. Now how about you go put this in your bag and we'll get you to school."
Andie said as she wiped the unshed tears from her eyes.
Andie sat in the car across the street from the building her son had just entered. He was so young, yet growing up so fast. He was so innocent, he didn't need all that had happened to him. His father had left, his mother was a ticking time bomb where mental health was concerned and now Jack was dead, Jack and Clay had been so close even though they didn't get to see each other much. Jack was closer to a father than an uncle where Clay was concerned and he was the closet thing to a father he'd ever experience and now he was dead.
The pounding rain was fitting to Andie's mood as she drove back to the apartment trying her best to hold back the tears. Eventually it got to much and she pulled over to the side of the road. Laid her head on the steering wheel and wept. Hot lashing tears feel down her face, this wasn't meant to happen none of it was. This was not how her life was meant to be. But then she should have learnt a long time ago things never are.
Finally reaching the apartment after breaking down at the road side, she tossed her keys on the table. Hitting the play button on the answer machine, the computerised voice broke the eerie silence in the apartment, " 2 NEW MESSAGES!" it boomed. "Andie, it's Jen. Matthew told me about Jack and gave me this number to contact on you. Andie I know we haven't talk in a long time and I'm not even sure why that is but Andie, I loved Jack so much and I love you we need to get through this together Andie, If not for our selves but for my best friend please." Tears again started to roll down Andie's face, tears she thought she didn't have. She missed Jen a lot, she missed everyone and although she knew she missed them it wasn't until now she really realised it.
Tears falling down her face and blood pounding in her ears Andie sat down on the coach and tried to calm herself down. Ten minutes later after washing her face and calming herself down Andie replayed the second message. "Hi Andie, uhhh, well I umm. OK lets start again I heard about your brother and I'm really sorry but give me a call OK?!" Andie looked questioningly at the machine. "Who was that?" she mumbled out loud, the voice was deep and feminine but she really had no idea who it was. Shaking her head she walked over to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. "I've got more Important things to worry about than an anonymous phone call." Sitting down with the hand set of the phone in front of her she pulled a small black address book of Jack's which she'd had sent over and began looking through the names. "Atkins, Kyle." She read out loud before writing out his address and phone number on a sheet of plain paper in front of her. Half an hour and a good few sheets of paper later Andie began to look over the funeral arrangements. There wasn't really much there. Jack had wanted to be buried in Capeside, he'd told her that in the early stages of the cancer, and although at the time she told him too stop being stupid and concentrate of getting better, she'd listened to what he wanted. Just in case. She never wanted to actually have to use this information. Not this soon. Picking up the phone she dialled the travel agent. At 7 'O clock that night her and Clay were going to be on a plane to Capeside, Massachusetts.
~~End of part 1, tell me what you think!!!!!~~
By Dawn.
Part 1
Disclaimer: Own nothing, I'm only 14!!
Category: Fut fic. Eventually P/A but right now an Andie catch up so
I'd have to say A/other.
Summary: A lot's changed in Andie's life since she left Capeside.
Feedback: PLEASE!! It's my first so be gentle!
Spoilers : Season 3.
Authors notes: OK I started this between the break between s3 an 4 but gave up on it, I re-wrote and tried again and this is what I got. Sooooo.
A 24 year old Andie McPhee surveyed the master bedroom of
her New York apartment, trying to make sure she hadn't forgotten
anything as she neatly folded her last sweater and placed it in her
suitcase. She couldn't believe she was going back to Capeside. She
hadn't been back to make since the beginning of senior year when she
went to live with her aunt Amy in California after her mothers
suicide.
So much has happened. She certainly hadn't turned out as
anyone, including herself, would have expected. It started out as
planned. She graduated high school with straight A's and went on to
NYU which she choose because it had the best Physc department and she
thought she could give a lot in that career considering her
experiences.
It was there she met Craig. A 6ft2 dirty blond haired deep
green eyed man originally from London. 3 years her senior he'd taken
pity on the petite brown eyed girl with long blond hair who was
wondering round confused on the first day of the semester. As the
months went by they developed a close friendship, and Andie found
herself falling for this soulful eyed man she'd grown so close to.
One thing led to another and early the next fall Andie found herself
staring down at a pregnancy test that read positive. She couldn't
believe it she had just turned 20 and was pregnant ! Craig was
amazing at first. He even talked about them getting engaged, they
found a nice apartment close to the campus and began preparing for
the arrival of their baby.
As the months went by Andie began to notice changes in Craig.
He started going out more and coming and coming home at all hours
drunk out of his mind. "Well I won't be able to do it once the baby's
here." He'd say every time she brought it up. Things gradually got
worse over the months and on the night Clayton Timothy McPhee was born
he left, leaving a note with the hospital receptionist which simply
said he wasn't ready to be a father and he'd always love her.
Soon the time came for Andie to go back to school and she
soon learnt she couldn't pay for Clay's day-care, pay the rent, buy
the necessities and still go to school. So there she was a 20yr old
Andrea McPhee dropping out of NYU.
She managed to get a secretarial job at a casting agency
close to the apartment which offered her enough money to get Clay in
a decent day-care centre, pay the rent and buy the weekly groceries.
She wasn't going to deny she had to delve into her savings a few
times but now coming close to four years on, she was doing all right for
herself. She was now doing PA work for the same company and earning a
decent wage. She had a large apartment in a nice complex and had
even, somehow, managed to get Clay into one of the best schools in
the city. He was only going half day right now but she hoped she'd
somehow manage to make the fees when he went full time next fall.
The sound of her little boy calling from the next room shook
Andie from her trip down memory lane.
"Mommy, I can't find Timmy Bear!!!"
"Hang on a minute honey" she called through. *Timmy Bear* Jack had
brought the bear for Clayton the day he was born. Jack. She couldn't
believe he may not be around to see her baby turn five. *NO!!* she
scolded herself. *I will not think like that the doctors said that
as long as the cancer hasn't spread he'll be find as soon as he
recovers from the operation* That's why she was going home. Home it
was funny she thought of Capeside as home even though she'd only
lived there for a couple of years.
This time her thought trail was broken by the sound of the
phone ringing. "Andie McPhee" she answered. "Ms McPhee" the voice
replied. "This is Capeside general...........I'm sorry but your
brother passed away a short while ago....."The rest of what was said
never registered with Andie *Oh My God, Jack.* was all she could
think. Somehow she managed to mumble a "thank you, good bye" and
numbly hang up the phone. "Momma Momma" she heard Clay call as
although his voice seemed far off. "Momma are you OK?" Andie's only
replied was to grab her son into a tight embrace and drag him down to
the ground with her as she buried her sobs in his short blond hair
and rocked back and forth. "It's going to be OK." she mumbled over and
over into her son's hair.
She couldn't believe Jack was dead. Really gone. she was just 24. She couldn't cope with this. She'd lost her eldest brother at 16 which followed with her mother having a nervous breakdown then her dad going M.I.A, followed by her having a mental breakdown due to the pressure. All this by the time she was 17. Things seemed to be improved the next year she was fine, her dad was back, and her mum was on the road to recovery. Then her mum committed suicide. It seemed sudden at the time but looking back the build up was there. Then after her mothers death her dad runs off again leaving her and Jack to arrange the funeral. That's when the offer to move to Florida came from her aunt. She can still remember sitting in her room deciding whether or not to go.
*Flashback*
Andie sitting her room flipping through photo albums focusing on two photographs.
Her and Pacey the night of their first kiss
A Picture of the whole gang her eyes focusing on the fact that Pacey has his arms wrapped protectively round Joey.
Andie wipes tears from her eyes as she comes to a decision.
*End Flashback*
Shaking off the shivers that run down her spine as she thinks that night. She must have cried herself to sleep because she can't remember anything else until the next morning when she told Jack her decision. He'd pleaded with her to stay, her saying she had to leave, to get away from it all. The stress from her mom's death and her dad leaving had already got her back on meds. She couldn't say when she wasn't going to be happy enough to fight it.
Andie truly believed that she'd only got through everything before because of Pacey, and it hurt her so much to see Pacey and Joey together. He may have got over her but at the time she was no where near to fixing her heart.
As she remember that night Andie was openly crying she felt all those feelings over again. She felt horrible for leaving Jack. She felt the oh so familiar twinge in her heart as she thought of why she really left Capeside.
It had been three days since Jack died and she woke up the same way she had every day since, realising he was gone and not letting it sink in. She arranged the funeral to be held in Capeside two weeks from the day. She was planning on going to Capeside only a few days before the funeral and leaving two or three days after. She didn't want to have to stay there any longer than she had to. She knew that Joey was still living there. She'd taken over the B&B and was also painting and drawing for a living. She was becoming quite famous actually. It was nice to see her making a living out of her passion. She'd shocked everyone (including Andie who'd been getting updates on everyone from Jack whether she wanted them or not.) by turning down a scholarship to Harvard and taking over the family business after Bessie decided she wanted out of Capeside. *I guess I wasn't the only one who hadn't turned out as everyone expected.* Andie thought to herself. She'd felt horrible when she thought of how happy she'd been when Jack told her Pacey and Joey had broken up about a month after she left Capeside. He never actually said it but had continually hinted that she had something to do with it which had only made her more gleeful if not the tiniest bit guilty.
Even though Jack had been telling her things about what everyone was doing she was still a sketchy on the details. She knew Jen and Henry had got married sometime last year. Jack's invite had included one for her which she'd told Jack to politely decline for on her behalf. She'd asked Jack not to tell any of them about her pregnancy, failed relationship and all that failed. As far as they knew she was still at NYU. She didn't want them to think of her as a failure, and that was what she thought of herself as. She wouldn't change Clay for the world but she wished things had been different.
Andie dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. As the warm water ran over her body she thought of the last time she'd seen everyone.
*FLASHBACK*
Jen, Jack, Dawson, Pacey, Joey and Andie gathered outside the McPhee's Capeside home.
"So your really doing this huh?" Jack asked as he placed the last suitcase in the truck of Andie's car.
"Yep." Andie replied as she hugged her brother "Oh, I'm going to miss you. All of you." she continued as she let go of Jack.
"Then don't go Andie." Pacey said softly from his place next to Joey.
"Don't say that Pacey. Idiot. Can't you see it's hard on her." Joey said as she hit Pacey softly and pulled Andie into a hug. "Call me when you get there, else I'll worry something happen."
"Yes Momma Joey." Andie said with a slight giggle although this goodbye was turning out to be a lot harder than she thought.
"Call me to " Dawson said as he hugged her goodbye.
"Me also" said Jen as she hugged Andie.
"Don't forget me. McPhee" Pacey said as he hugged. Andie wasn't sure whether the double meaning was there or she just wanted it to be.
"SO! Who do I have to call?" Andie asked innocently trying to lighten the mood.
"ME!!" Came five voices simultaneously.
"OK. OK" Andie said giggling. "Bye Guys." Andie Flashed them all a smile as she climbed into her car and drove out of the driveway with a final wave.
*END FLASHBACK.*
That was the last time she'd seen any of them apart from Jack. After the 'I've arrived safely calls' she only spoke to the others a few times senior year but found herself feeling more of an outsider with each call. So she didn't call as often, then not at all. By the time she went off to college she'd lost contact with them all apart from Jack.
She let the spray fall over her for a few more minutes then slipped out of the shower. Pulling on her towlin Dressing gown and taking some of the dampness of her hair with a towel she padded her way across the living room to her sons bedroom. "Wake up honey." Andie said shaking Clay slightly "you're going to be late for school."
"In a second Mommy." Came the murmured reply from her sons pillow hidden mouth.
"Now Clayton. I'm going to make your breakfast and I expect you dressed and in the kitchen in fifteen minutes OK?"
"Yes mom." Clay replied as he climber out of bed.
"OK." Andie said as she went into her own room and changed into a pair of black pants and a pale blue sweater. She took her blonde which now reached around the middle of her back and tied it up into a high ponytail. Putting on a little makeup she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked no older than 19. To look at her you'd never realise what she'd been through in the twenty-four short years she'd lived. With a final brush through her hair she left her room in time to see her son bound across the spacious living room to the kitchenette on the other side of the apartment.
"O.K then" Andie said cheerfully as she looked at her son "What do you want?"
"Same" Clay said as he pulled himself onto a chair. Andie smiled to herself as she took down the carton of cereal from the self and poured some into a bowl. No matter what happen she'd always have Clay. *For a good few years anyway.* She thought to herself.
"OK" She said with a smile shaking herself out of that trail of thought and placing the bowl down in from her son. "Your going to go play with Tony after school cause Mommy has to go run a few errands OK."
" But it's Monday you don't work on Monday's" Clay replied a puzzled expression on his face.
"I know honey it's not for work."
"Is it for uncle Jack?" Clay asked.
"Yeah honey, that's right. Remember how I said I'd be doing a lot for uncle Jack since he. Since he....." Andie could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Since he went to live with Gramma and Uncle Tim with the angels." Clay finished. "Don't cry Mommy. Uncle Jack wouldn't have wanted us to be upset. You told me that."
"Yeah, your right honey. Now how about you go put this in your bag and we'll get you to school."
Andie said as she wiped the unshed tears from her eyes.
Andie sat in the car across the street from the building her son had just entered. He was so young, yet growing up so fast. He was so innocent, he didn't need all that had happened to him. His father had left, his mother was a ticking time bomb where mental health was concerned and now Jack was dead, Jack and Clay had been so close even though they didn't get to see each other much. Jack was closer to a father than an uncle where Clay was concerned and he was the closet thing to a father he'd ever experience and now he was dead.
The pounding rain was fitting to Andie's mood as she drove back to the apartment trying her best to hold back the tears. Eventually it got to much and she pulled over to the side of the road. Laid her head on the steering wheel and wept. Hot lashing tears feel down her face, this wasn't meant to happen none of it was. This was not how her life was meant to be. But then she should have learnt a long time ago things never are.
Finally reaching the apartment after breaking down at the road side, she tossed her keys on the table. Hitting the play button on the answer machine, the computerised voice broke the eerie silence in the apartment, " 2 NEW MESSAGES!" it boomed. "Andie, it's Jen. Matthew told me about Jack and gave me this number to contact on you. Andie I know we haven't talk in a long time and I'm not even sure why that is but Andie, I loved Jack so much and I love you we need to get through this together Andie, If not for our selves but for my best friend please." Tears again started to roll down Andie's face, tears she thought she didn't have. She missed Jen a lot, she missed everyone and although she knew she missed them it wasn't until now she really realised it.
Tears falling down her face and blood pounding in her ears Andie sat down on the coach and tried to calm herself down. Ten minutes later after washing her face and calming herself down Andie replayed the second message. "Hi Andie, uhhh, well I umm. OK lets start again I heard about your brother and I'm really sorry but give me a call OK?!" Andie looked questioningly at the machine. "Who was that?" she mumbled out loud, the voice was deep and feminine but she really had no idea who it was. Shaking her head she walked over to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. "I've got more Important things to worry about than an anonymous phone call." Sitting down with the hand set of the phone in front of her she pulled a small black address book of Jack's which she'd had sent over and began looking through the names. "Atkins, Kyle." She read out loud before writing out his address and phone number on a sheet of plain paper in front of her. Half an hour and a good few sheets of paper later Andie began to look over the funeral arrangements. There wasn't really much there. Jack had wanted to be buried in Capeside, he'd told her that in the early stages of the cancer, and although at the time she told him too stop being stupid and concentrate of getting better, she'd listened to what he wanted. Just in case. She never wanted to actually have to use this information. Not this soon. Picking up the phone she dialled the travel agent. At 7 'O clock that night her and Clay were going to be on a plane to Capeside, Massachusetts.
~~End of part 1, tell me what you think!!!!!~~