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Tell me I told you so...
Jack lowered a sleepy Amy into her colourful cot. She had just spent the afternoon at the beach with Doug and Andie, who was visiting, and was exhausted. He stroked her fair hair away from her angelic face and smiled. He was so glad that in some way, Jen was still with them all. He pulled the soft yellow blanket up around her neck and turned on the night light.
'Sleep tight Kitten,' Jack softly kissed her head and left her to settle. He joined Andie and Doug in the kitchen, who were busy preparing their supper. He loved having his sister back in his life. For a while, it was almost as if she had disappeared. She hadn't changed at all, still bubbly and positive. Even when Jen had died, she was a rock for everyone. It was only when she left Capeside early that he knew she was breaking apart inside.
'So what are we having tonight?' Jack wrapped his arms around his dainty sister's shoulders.
'Chicken salad, I figured after a day eating junk we could do with something light.' Andie said, kissing her brother's arm and sneaking out of his grip to cut the salad up.
'Sound great.' Jack took at seat at the kitchen table and started to read the forgotten about Sunday papers. 'Today was so much fun, shame we didn't get to talk much. How are you my dear sister?'
'I'm doing fine. The hospital is exhausting me but I feel like I'm doing well which is the main thing. How are things here?' Andie threw all the salad into the bowl and brought it over to the table.
'Quiet really. We are stuck in our happy little rut, aren't we honey?' Jack glanced over at Doug. They had had a tough first year together. When they had decided to get married, it had caused major waves through the community and had almost cost both of them their jobs. But things had settled down and they were now widely accepted.
Doug looked back at Jack. 'Rut or nor rut, I would be happy with you and Amy.' He smiled and continued to cut the chicken to pieces.
'How's everyone else? I haven't seen Pacey since I've been here. Is he still in New York with Joey?' Andie obviously had not been in contact with everyone as much as she should have been, as she sensed both Jack and Doug tense up.
'Actually, it's kind of a long story...' Jack began. Over supper Jack and Doug retold the story of what had happened after Pacey had broken down on Andie all those months ago. She hadn't called him because she thought he needed space and was shocked to hear that one of her friends wouldn't turn to her for support. She was even more shocked that Joey hadn't said anything.
'Wow,' Andie said after hearing everything.' So where is he now? Is he coming home?'
'As far as we know he isn't. He called us 2 weeks ago from his boat and he seems to be really happy,' Doug said, collecting the plates from the now eaten dinner.
'Joey was in pieces when he left. I haven't seen her like that ever.' Jack drained his soft drink and opened another can.
'I really need to call her. How's Dawson?'
'That's another story! He's living in New York for this project, top secret apparently. I think he's living with Joey until he finds a new place,' Jack raised his eyebrows at the last comment, not sure what to make of his friends new living arrangements.
'Have they got back together?' Andie squealed with delight at the prospect.
'We have no idea; he's only been there for a couple of weeks.' Doug handed Andie a glass of wine he had just poured.
The phone ringing shattered the peace and quiet of the evening, the ringer so loud Jack was afraid it would wake up Amy. Doug raced across the living room and grabbed the phone before it made any further noise.
'Hello, MacPhee-Witter residence?'
'Dougy! I'm glad it's you bro, how you doing?' Pacey's distant voice crackled down the phone.
'Pacey, how are you?' At the sound of Pacey's name both Andie and Jack rushed to stand near Doug.
'I'm doing great, life on the high seas is agreeing with me, as usual! How are things going in little ole' Capeside? I hope you are looking after the little Madam well.'
They all sat down on the couch, passing the phone between the three of them. Pacey had almost finished his run around the Australian coast and was planning on returning home.
'I think I need to come home. I need to apologise to some people, if you get what I mean,' he told Jack.
'I know what you mean man. If it makes you feel any better, she seems to be doing well. She's moved apartments and is working on a side project of some kind. Oh, she has Dawson living in her spare room as well.' Jack instantly regretted telling him about Dawson, the loaded silence hitting him like a brick.
After a few moments, Pacey's voice finally returned. 'Dawson? I thought he lived in LA? What is he doing in New York?' Pacey's voice sounded as if he was tittering over the edge of angry.
'Yeah, he was but now he is working in New York. I think he is staying with her until he gets his own place.' Jack closed his eyes tightly, hoping that Pacey wasn't too angry.
'Well, as long as she is happy.' Pacey finally ventured, after another long silence. 'Listen man, as great as this is I'm gonna have to go. Expensive calling back home you know. Kiss everyone for me?
'Sure man, call and let us know if you are coming home soon okay?' Jack said, passing the phone back to Doug so he could say goodbye. But it was too late, Pacey had hung up.
On the other side of the world, sitting on his boat over looking the beautiful scenery of Northern Australia. Pacey held his head in his hands. Visions of Joey kissing and making love to Dawson swilled through his head. It was too much for him to bear. He knew he had made the right decision all those months ago to leave, but the mere thought of Joey with anyone else turned his stomach. And that it could be Dawson was even worse.
He made his way under deck and found his framed picture of him and Joey. The picture was long since faded, taken while they were in high school. He softly stroked the out line of her face with his finger and tried to think about the past with her, not the future she might be having with someone else.
Tell me I told you so...
Jack lowered a sleepy Amy into her colourful cot. She had just spent the afternoon at the beach with Doug and Andie, who was visiting, and was exhausted. He stroked her fair hair away from her angelic face and smiled. He was so glad that in some way, Jen was still with them all. He pulled the soft yellow blanket up around her neck and turned on the night light.
'Sleep tight Kitten,' Jack softly kissed her head and left her to settle. He joined Andie and Doug in the kitchen, who were busy preparing their supper. He loved having his sister back in his life. For a while, it was almost as if she had disappeared. She hadn't changed at all, still bubbly and positive. Even when Jen had died, she was a rock for everyone. It was only when she left Capeside early that he knew she was breaking apart inside.
'So what are we having tonight?' Jack wrapped his arms around his dainty sister's shoulders.
'Chicken salad, I figured after a day eating junk we could do with something light.' Andie said, kissing her brother's arm and sneaking out of his grip to cut the salad up.
'Sound great.' Jack took at seat at the kitchen table and started to read the forgotten about Sunday papers. 'Today was so much fun, shame we didn't get to talk much. How are you my dear sister?'
'I'm doing fine. The hospital is exhausting me but I feel like I'm doing well which is the main thing. How are things here?' Andie threw all the salad into the bowl and brought it over to the table.
'Quiet really. We are stuck in our happy little rut, aren't we honey?' Jack glanced over at Doug. They had had a tough first year together. When they had decided to get married, it had caused major waves through the community and had almost cost both of them their jobs. But things had settled down and they were now widely accepted.
Doug looked back at Jack. 'Rut or nor rut, I would be happy with you and Amy.' He smiled and continued to cut the chicken to pieces.
'How's everyone else? I haven't seen Pacey since I've been here. Is he still in New York with Joey?' Andie obviously had not been in contact with everyone as much as she should have been, as she sensed both Jack and Doug tense up.
'Actually, it's kind of a long story...' Jack began. Over supper Jack and Doug retold the story of what had happened after Pacey had broken down on Andie all those months ago. She hadn't called him because she thought he needed space and was shocked to hear that one of her friends wouldn't turn to her for support. She was even more shocked that Joey hadn't said anything.
'Wow,' Andie said after hearing everything.' So where is he now? Is he coming home?'
'As far as we know he isn't. He called us 2 weeks ago from his boat and he seems to be really happy,' Doug said, collecting the plates from the now eaten dinner.
'Joey was in pieces when he left. I haven't seen her like that ever.' Jack drained his soft drink and opened another can.
'I really need to call her. How's Dawson?'
'That's another story! He's living in New York for this project, top secret apparently. I think he's living with Joey until he finds a new place,' Jack raised his eyebrows at the last comment, not sure what to make of his friends new living arrangements.
'Have they got back together?' Andie squealed with delight at the prospect.
'We have no idea; he's only been there for a couple of weeks.' Doug handed Andie a glass of wine he had just poured.
The phone ringing shattered the peace and quiet of the evening, the ringer so loud Jack was afraid it would wake up Amy. Doug raced across the living room and grabbed the phone before it made any further noise.
'Hello, MacPhee-Witter residence?'
'Dougy! I'm glad it's you bro, how you doing?' Pacey's distant voice crackled down the phone.
'Pacey, how are you?' At the sound of Pacey's name both Andie and Jack rushed to stand near Doug.
'I'm doing great, life on the high seas is agreeing with me, as usual! How are things going in little ole' Capeside? I hope you are looking after the little Madam well.'
They all sat down on the couch, passing the phone between the three of them. Pacey had almost finished his run around the Australian coast and was planning on returning home.
'I think I need to come home. I need to apologise to some people, if you get what I mean,' he told Jack.
'I know what you mean man. If it makes you feel any better, she seems to be doing well. She's moved apartments and is working on a side project of some kind. Oh, she has Dawson living in her spare room as well.' Jack instantly regretted telling him about Dawson, the loaded silence hitting him like a brick.
After a few moments, Pacey's voice finally returned. 'Dawson? I thought he lived in LA? What is he doing in New York?' Pacey's voice sounded as if he was tittering over the edge of angry.
'Yeah, he was but now he is working in New York. I think he is staying with her until he gets his own place.' Jack closed his eyes tightly, hoping that Pacey wasn't too angry.
'Well, as long as she is happy.' Pacey finally ventured, after another long silence. 'Listen man, as great as this is I'm gonna have to go. Expensive calling back home you know. Kiss everyone for me?
'Sure man, call and let us know if you are coming home soon okay?' Jack said, passing the phone back to Doug so he could say goodbye. But it was too late, Pacey had hung up.
On the other side of the world, sitting on his boat over looking the beautiful scenery of Northern Australia. Pacey held his head in his hands. Visions of Joey kissing and making love to Dawson swilled through his head. It was too much for him to bear. He knew he had made the right decision all those months ago to leave, but the mere thought of Joey with anyone else turned his stomach. And that it could be Dawson was even worse.
He made his way under deck and found his framed picture of him and Joey. The picture was long since faded, taken while they were in high school. He softly stroked the out line of her face with his finger and tried to think about the past with her, not the future she might be having with someone else.