Chapter 6
"Josephine Lillian Potter! Are you saying that you and Pacey Witter made- out at your door last night?! The Pacey Witter?!" Jen's voice screeched through the apartment. Joey, who was doing crunches on an aerobics mat that she had set down on the floor, sighed.
"I didn't say that we 'made-out', we just kissed." She panted as she flopped down onto her back.
"You kissed Pacey Witter!... You do know that Bessie will want to kill you when you tell her about it, right?"
Joey laughed as she stood up. "And that is the reason why I'm not going to tell her. Not now, anyway."
"You mean you won't tell her at all about him?!"
"No, I'll tell her about him... just not everything."
"So you'll tell her. what, exactly?" Jen inquired as Joey was rolling her exercise mat up.
"That I had a meeting with him and he wants me to be the featured artist for his restaurant. No more, no less."
"Hm," Was the only response that she received.
"Don't 'hm' me, Jen. I just don't want to deal with the twenty questions... You're bad enough." Joey smiled as she picked up the receiver, taking speaker-phone off.
"I didn't mean anything. I just." Jen was interrupted by a beep.
"Jen, I got to go, somebody is on the other line. Give Aimee kisses for me!"
"I will. Bye, Jo."
"Talk to ya' later, Jen." Joey smiled as she switched lines. "Hello?"
"Joey! My darling sister!" Bessie said in a dangerously happy voice.
"Hello, Bessie. What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Why, nothing, my dear, truthful sister."
Joey sighed, "Okay, Bess... What did I do this time?"
"What did you do? You did nothing, that's what you did!" Bessie exclaimed on the other end of the line.
"Okay, I'm lost." Joey shook her head as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat at the large table.
Bessie sighed in exasperation, "So, here's what happened, I went to the store to buy some milk, and as I was standing in line I just happened to glace over at the magazine rack. And guess what I see! My little sister's face! That's what I see!"
"What?" Joey straightened, her hand hitting her open water bottle spilling it on the tabletop, "Dammit!" She grabbed a dry rag and mopped up the liquid. "Okay, Bess... What did you say?"
"I said that you're on about four gossip rag covers! With Pacey Witter!"
"Huh." Joey frowned, thinking.
"'Huh'?! That's all you can say?!" Came the shrill reply. "Why didn't you tell me that you were going out with him?! I deserve to know!! And you're damn lucky that the papers didn't know who you were or the media would be at your door!"
"Whoa, Bessie, calm down. First of all, I'm not going out with him... We had a dinner meeting because he's shooting a guest spot this week in the day, and he asked me to do some artwork for his restaurant."
"Oh... Are you going to do the art?"
"I said that I would, but he has to go through Kate to arrange everything."
"So, you know Pacey Witter." Bessie sighed.
"I told you that I met him at my show, Bessie."
"I know, but, still. that was meeting him... not spending actual time with him. I'm so jealous right now."
Joey chuckled lightly and took another sip of her water. "I know you are, Bess. But you have Bodie... remember him? The guy you married? The guy whose children you gave birth to, and are pregnant with?"
"Right, Bodie. I love him, and I'd never give him up for anything. But I can have my fantasies."
"Of course you can." Joey paused, looking at the clock. ".And I have to go now, because I have a meeting with Kate in an hour and a half, and I need to have a shower."
"Okay, Jo. Talk to you soon."
"Okay, give everybody kisses for me."
"I will. Bye."
"Bye, Bess."
Joey hung up the phone, and sighed. Finishing her bottle of water, she got up, and walked to the bathroom. One hour and twenty-six minutes to go.
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"I know! I'm late! I'm sorry, Kate! Traffic was horrible!" Joey exclaimed as she rushed into Kate's office almost two hours later. Skidding to stop the sight of the other occupant in the room, she blushed a bright red. "Uh... Hi Pacey."
Pace stood from where he was sitting in a chair in front of Kate's desk, and walked over to Joey. "Hi, Jo." He leaned forward and brushed a chaste kiss across her cheek.
Kate rose an eyebrow at Joey, and got a slight shaking of the head I return.. "So. I know that both of you know why you're both here.."
*~**~*~**~*
"Well." Joey shook her head, and laughed. "Why do most of our conversations start like this?"
"I have no idea." Pacey laughed slightly himself. "So. Do you want to grab a bite to eat?... I know this cool place a few blocks over, It's not completely finished, but I have it on good authority that the chefs are amazing." Pacey threw her an award-winning grin, and gallantly offered his arm.
Joey laughed lightly, taking the pro-offered appendage. "Well... it sounds too good to pass up."
"That's because it is."
*~**~*~**~*
Joey tilted her head and looked around the atrium of the restaurant. "Blank canvas." She said to herself.
"What, Jo?" Pacey asked from where he was standing behind her.
Joey held up a hand, signaling for him to be quiet, "Shhh." She breathed the request softly as she closed her eyes.
He walked up to her and watched her face, the soft smile flirting with her lips, and the slight frown of her eyebrows.
Opening her eyes, Joey looked at Pacey and grinned, "Royal Blue. Dark Royal Blue." She turned slightly and pointed at a high corner, where two walls meet with the ceiling. "White flowers and ivy flowing from the corners. All white. All the way to the floor." She pointed at the far wall, where the doors to the dining area were, "Crowns on the door frame joints with more ivy flowing from them. Everything white. Ivory. On the walls themselves. A blown-up version of your menu. have you designed that yet?" Joey looked sharply at Pacey, he shook his head.
"No. We're still finalizing the dishes, so I didn't start the menu yet. It'd also be rather pointless right now, because there wouldn't be a name on the menus as of yet."
"Okay, I'll call Kate and get her to add menu design to the contract..No frame on the menu, that'd be painted on the wall, with more-no, not ivy, just a few simple swirls around the corners. Ivory. Simple, elegant, perfect." Joey shook her head, and looked at Pacey again. "Sorry, is that okay?"
"Uh, yea, that's fine. Is that what you normally do?" He frowned, and tilted his head, still thinking about the odd state that Joey had just been in as she was mentally designing the entrance hall.
Joey tilted her head, too, and looked at him questioningly, "Do? What did I do?"
"You. you did a sorta' meditating... thingy." He waved his hand around, obviously struggling to find words that would properly describe what she had done.
"Did I?" Joey bit her bottom lip, "I'm sorry. It's just, habit, I guess. Sometimes I can just walk into a place and see how it would look if I had my way with it, and. now that I actually can. It's a bit exciting. Sorry." She smiled sheepishly as she shook her head. A bright purple streak of hair fell over her right eye, and she impatiently shoved it behind her ear.
"Don't be sorry, I think it sounded great. Your design."
"Thank you. You don't mind if I take down some notes while we're here, do you? I mean, If I'm going to be decorating the place, I'll need to get my ideas on paper quickly so I can start working on them."
Pacey smiled at her bemusedly, "No, I don't mind at all."
Joey smiled and started rummaging through her enormous bag. her mammoth purple and white cow print bag. Pacey raised an eyebrow at the pattern, and Joey smiled, "My nephew Alex bought it for me last Christmas. He saved up his own money that he got from his paper route." She grinned at the memory of her then 9 year old nephew beaming up at her from under the massive Christmas Tree that she had put up in her apartment less than 6 months before. She pulled out one of her sketchbooks, and a soft lead pencil, which she stuck into the messy bun at the back of her head.
"So, are you ready to dine, Milady?"
"I am, Kind Sir." Joey smiled as she was ushered in to the unfinished restaurant.
*~**~*~**~*
I Hope You have a great Holiday Season.
Please, tell me what you think.
Jayde
"Josephine Lillian Potter! Are you saying that you and Pacey Witter made- out at your door last night?! The Pacey Witter?!" Jen's voice screeched through the apartment. Joey, who was doing crunches on an aerobics mat that she had set down on the floor, sighed.
"I didn't say that we 'made-out', we just kissed." She panted as she flopped down onto her back.
"You kissed Pacey Witter!... You do know that Bessie will want to kill you when you tell her about it, right?"
Joey laughed as she stood up. "And that is the reason why I'm not going to tell her. Not now, anyway."
"You mean you won't tell her at all about him?!"
"No, I'll tell her about him... just not everything."
"So you'll tell her. what, exactly?" Jen inquired as Joey was rolling her exercise mat up.
"That I had a meeting with him and he wants me to be the featured artist for his restaurant. No more, no less."
"Hm," Was the only response that she received.
"Don't 'hm' me, Jen. I just don't want to deal with the twenty questions... You're bad enough." Joey smiled as she picked up the receiver, taking speaker-phone off.
"I didn't mean anything. I just." Jen was interrupted by a beep.
"Jen, I got to go, somebody is on the other line. Give Aimee kisses for me!"
"I will. Bye, Jo."
"Talk to ya' later, Jen." Joey smiled as she switched lines. "Hello?"
"Joey! My darling sister!" Bessie said in a dangerously happy voice.
"Hello, Bessie. What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Why, nothing, my dear, truthful sister."
Joey sighed, "Okay, Bess... What did I do this time?"
"What did you do? You did nothing, that's what you did!" Bessie exclaimed on the other end of the line.
"Okay, I'm lost." Joey shook her head as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat at the large table.
Bessie sighed in exasperation, "So, here's what happened, I went to the store to buy some milk, and as I was standing in line I just happened to glace over at the magazine rack. And guess what I see! My little sister's face! That's what I see!"
"What?" Joey straightened, her hand hitting her open water bottle spilling it on the tabletop, "Dammit!" She grabbed a dry rag and mopped up the liquid. "Okay, Bess... What did you say?"
"I said that you're on about four gossip rag covers! With Pacey Witter!"
"Huh." Joey frowned, thinking.
"'Huh'?! That's all you can say?!" Came the shrill reply. "Why didn't you tell me that you were going out with him?! I deserve to know!! And you're damn lucky that the papers didn't know who you were or the media would be at your door!"
"Whoa, Bessie, calm down. First of all, I'm not going out with him... We had a dinner meeting because he's shooting a guest spot this week in the day, and he asked me to do some artwork for his restaurant."
"Oh... Are you going to do the art?"
"I said that I would, but he has to go through Kate to arrange everything."
"So, you know Pacey Witter." Bessie sighed.
"I told you that I met him at my show, Bessie."
"I know, but, still. that was meeting him... not spending actual time with him. I'm so jealous right now."
Joey chuckled lightly and took another sip of her water. "I know you are, Bess. But you have Bodie... remember him? The guy you married? The guy whose children you gave birth to, and are pregnant with?"
"Right, Bodie. I love him, and I'd never give him up for anything. But I can have my fantasies."
"Of course you can." Joey paused, looking at the clock. ".And I have to go now, because I have a meeting with Kate in an hour and a half, and I need to have a shower."
"Okay, Jo. Talk to you soon."
"Okay, give everybody kisses for me."
"I will. Bye."
"Bye, Bess."
Joey hung up the phone, and sighed. Finishing her bottle of water, she got up, and walked to the bathroom. One hour and twenty-six minutes to go.
*~**~*~**~*
"I know! I'm late! I'm sorry, Kate! Traffic was horrible!" Joey exclaimed as she rushed into Kate's office almost two hours later. Skidding to stop the sight of the other occupant in the room, she blushed a bright red. "Uh... Hi Pacey."
Pace stood from where he was sitting in a chair in front of Kate's desk, and walked over to Joey. "Hi, Jo." He leaned forward and brushed a chaste kiss across her cheek.
Kate rose an eyebrow at Joey, and got a slight shaking of the head I return.. "So. I know that both of you know why you're both here.."
*~**~*~**~*
"Well." Joey shook her head, and laughed. "Why do most of our conversations start like this?"
"I have no idea." Pacey laughed slightly himself. "So. Do you want to grab a bite to eat?... I know this cool place a few blocks over, It's not completely finished, but I have it on good authority that the chefs are amazing." Pacey threw her an award-winning grin, and gallantly offered his arm.
Joey laughed lightly, taking the pro-offered appendage. "Well... it sounds too good to pass up."
"That's because it is."
*~**~*~**~*
Joey tilted her head and looked around the atrium of the restaurant. "Blank canvas." She said to herself.
"What, Jo?" Pacey asked from where he was standing behind her.
Joey held up a hand, signaling for him to be quiet, "Shhh." She breathed the request softly as she closed her eyes.
He walked up to her and watched her face, the soft smile flirting with her lips, and the slight frown of her eyebrows.
Opening her eyes, Joey looked at Pacey and grinned, "Royal Blue. Dark Royal Blue." She turned slightly and pointed at a high corner, where two walls meet with the ceiling. "White flowers and ivy flowing from the corners. All white. All the way to the floor." She pointed at the far wall, where the doors to the dining area were, "Crowns on the door frame joints with more ivy flowing from them. Everything white. Ivory. On the walls themselves. A blown-up version of your menu. have you designed that yet?" Joey looked sharply at Pacey, he shook his head.
"No. We're still finalizing the dishes, so I didn't start the menu yet. It'd also be rather pointless right now, because there wouldn't be a name on the menus as of yet."
"Okay, I'll call Kate and get her to add menu design to the contract..No frame on the menu, that'd be painted on the wall, with more-no, not ivy, just a few simple swirls around the corners. Ivory. Simple, elegant, perfect." Joey shook her head, and looked at Pacey again. "Sorry, is that okay?"
"Uh, yea, that's fine. Is that what you normally do?" He frowned, and tilted his head, still thinking about the odd state that Joey had just been in as she was mentally designing the entrance hall.
Joey tilted her head, too, and looked at him questioningly, "Do? What did I do?"
"You. you did a sorta' meditating... thingy." He waved his hand around, obviously struggling to find words that would properly describe what she had done.
"Did I?" Joey bit her bottom lip, "I'm sorry. It's just, habit, I guess. Sometimes I can just walk into a place and see how it would look if I had my way with it, and. now that I actually can. It's a bit exciting. Sorry." She smiled sheepishly as she shook her head. A bright purple streak of hair fell over her right eye, and she impatiently shoved it behind her ear.
"Don't be sorry, I think it sounded great. Your design."
"Thank you. You don't mind if I take down some notes while we're here, do you? I mean, If I'm going to be decorating the place, I'll need to get my ideas on paper quickly so I can start working on them."
Pacey smiled at her bemusedly, "No, I don't mind at all."
Joey smiled and started rummaging through her enormous bag. her mammoth purple and white cow print bag. Pacey raised an eyebrow at the pattern, and Joey smiled, "My nephew Alex bought it for me last Christmas. He saved up his own money that he got from his paper route." She grinned at the memory of her then 9 year old nephew beaming up at her from under the massive Christmas Tree that she had put up in her apartment less than 6 months before. She pulled out one of her sketchbooks, and a soft lead pencil, which she stuck into the messy bun at the back of her head.
"So, are you ready to dine, Milady?"
"I am, Kind Sir." Joey smiled as she was ushered in to the unfinished restaurant.
*~**~*~**~*
I Hope You have a great Holiday Season.
Please, tell me what you think.
Jayde