Sorry about not posting this sooner... I'm a horrible procrastinator. lol
I hope you enjoy.
J.
Chapter 9
"Uncle Pacey's here!!"
"Uncle Paaaaaceeeeey!!!"
Joey smiled as the two childish screams tore through the air as Pacey stopped the car. She saw two blurs shoot out of a tree house that was visible in the back yard, and come streaking over to the car. Pacey looked at her and smiled as he opened the car door, and stepped out, catching the two small children that were jumping to him, one in a quick hug, and one being draped over his torso.
"Annie." Pacey squeezed the girl that was standing beside him, and then turned to the boy that was perched on his lean him, the child's small arms around his neck, "And this can't be...Brian!! Brians' not this big."
"It's me, Uncle Pacey! It is!! I'm thive!!" The young boy struggled to say is age through the gaping hole in the front of his mouth, where the teeth were missing.
"Five?!. . . Ah. . . I remember now. . . That was the party that I had to be dressed as a clown cowboy was for, huh?"
Joey laughed lightly as the picture of Pacey dressed as a cowboy with a big red nose, and a rainbow wig filled her head. Pacey turned as he heard the sound, and grinned sheepishly.
"Jo, I'd like you to meet my niece, Annie, and my nephew, Brian. He's five." Pacey added after the boy whispered in his ear. "Kids, this is a, friend of mine, her names Joey."
Annie grinned, "Uncle Pacey has a girlfriend!" She squealed.
Joey heard Pacey grumble, "Nine year olds are way too perceptive." as she grinned at the younger girl.
She smiled as she opened her door, and got out of the car. Walking over to the other side, she grinned "It's nice to meet you, Annie." She stuck her hand out to the small dirty blonde haired girl, who shyly shook it with her own. Joey then turned to the blond boy in Pace's arms. "Hi, Brian." She smiled at him warmly.
The boy frowned as he looked at her, taking in her battered running shoes, jeans, artfully paint splattered t-shirt, and finally coming to a stop on her vividly streaked hair. He smiled and took his arms from his uncles' neck, and held them to her.
She smiled at him and looked uncertainly at Pacey, who nodded slightly. Taking the boy, she settled him on her hip, and ruffled his hair as he wound his arms and legs around her. "I like you." Brian whispered.
Joey smiled, "I like you, too, Brian." She looked at Pacey, and mouthed to him, her eyes amused. 'The seal of approval?'
Pacey laughed as he bent down to pick up Annie for a big hug.
"Pacey!"
Both Joey and Pacey turned at the excited female shout. He smiled as he saw his youngest sister come off of the front porch, and walk down to them. He put down Annie, and opened his arms. "Gretch, it's so good to see you."
Gretchen smiled at him, "Phone calls don't cut, it, huh?" She squeezed him one more time before releasing him, and turning to Joey, an inquisitive look on her face. "Hi, I'm Gretchen, Pacey's sister." She held out her hand.
Joey smiled warmly, and shifted Brian so she could take it in her own, "Joey Potter."
Gretchen's' eyes widened a fraction, "The artist?"
"Guilty." Joey laughed.
"I love your work."
"Thank you."
Gretchen turned to Annie and Brian, "Bri, Hun, Grandma needs your help in the kitchen, she's made cookies." Annie ran off, and Joey crouched down so Brian could hop off of her on his own, but not before grinning at his new friend, and kissing her on the cheek.
Gretchen raised her eyebrows as her usually shy-with-strangers nephew displayed open affection for an almost-stranger. "Pacey."
"Yes, Gretch?" Pacey smiled at his sister as he passed Joey, lightly kissing her head, as he went to the trunk of his car.
"You didn't tell us that you were bringing her." She smiled at Joey, "Not that you're not welcome, because you are, believe me. Anyway, Pacey, I think that it's rude not to let us know that you were bringing someone..." She trailed off, eyes dancing.
"You didn't tell anyone that I was coming?!" Joey asked her eyes wide.
"Hey, hey, Hold up. . . I told Dougie. . . If he didn't tell you then," Pacey shrugged as he pulled out a few bags. "Talk to him about it."
Joey walked over to the trunk, and grabbed the last two bags that were obviously filled with gifts, and shut the trunk. Pacey smiled his thanks.
"I'm baaaack!!" Pacey called moments later as he ushered Joey into the house via the Kitchen door.
"Baby!!" A woman quickly stood from her position in front of the stove, obviously checking the contents. She wiped her hands on her apron, and quickly pulled it off as she walked over extending her arms to Pacey.
"Hi Mom." Pacey smiled as he took his mother in his arms, and kissed her cheek. She pulled back and smiled at him, and then turned curiously to Joey. "Mom, this is Joey. Jo, this is my mother."
Joey smiled at the older woman and held out her hand, "It's nice to meet you Mrs Witter."
"Oh, no. Call me Mary." She took Joeys hand in her hand and smiled warmly at her.
"Well then, it's nice to meet you, Mary." She smiled at the blonde.
"You wouldn't happen to be the artist that Pacey mentioned to me, are you?" Mary took Joey by the arm and led her into the living room. "Now, let me introduce you to my husband, John...."
*~**~*~**~*
As Joey sat enveloped in a large plush chair, she took in her surroundings, and sketched on a pad of blank paper...Brian and Annie tearing into the presents that Pacey had brought them....Mary gasping at the white- gold locket that was engraved and held a miniature picture of her and Johns wedding day....Doug and John squabbling over which meat to put on the barbeque first....Three month old Kelly pulling on her mother, Kerry's hair....Pacey bouncing Kelly on his knee while talking to Kerry's husband, Jon....
She smiled as she looked down at the paper, frowning when she saw the picture that she hadn't really noticed that she was drawing. It was of Gretchen and her husband Tim stealing a kiss in the corner of the room. Tim's hand was placed on his wifes' burgeoning stomach, and Gretchen had her arms around his shoulders. It was a very touching picture, as she could clearly see the love that had radiated from them moments before as they actually been in that position.
"It's amazing, Joey."
Joey turned slightly to look over her shoulder at the figure hovering over the back of the chair. "Oh, Gretchen." She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "Thank you."
Gretchen smiled at her, and then looked back at the picture of her and her husband, "You really captured the moment."
She smiled nervously, looking at the subject of her latest work, "It's not finished. I'll add some color to it, and it's yours."
"Joey...I don't know what to say."
"'Thank You' is usually appropriate for a time like this."
"Well, then...Thank you."
Joey smiled at Pacey's sister, "You're welcome." Just then, they heard a crash from outside, and a plaintive wail tore through the air,
"Mom!!! Brian knocked over my Bicycle!!"
"Ah, Annie calls. I'll see you later, Joey. And thank you, again."
Joey smiled as she watched Gretchen hurry outside to tend to her daughter. Turning back to her drawing pad, she leaned down to rummage around in her purse for her colored pencils. Opening them a moment later, she started to lightly sketch in the shadows, and rub some color in Gretchen's shirt, and hair. Just enough to give a hint of color, but not overwhelm the poignancy of the picture.
Setting the colored pencils down almost half an hour later, she looked through the sketch pad at the now colored portraits of the Witter Family. She smiled as she ran her finger lightly over Pacey's smiling face, not noticing the brown haired man standing behind her.
"Hey, Beautiful." Joey jumped slightly as she turned in her chair to face Pacey. She closed her drawing pad quickly and smiled at him.
"Hey, Pacey." She tucked her hair behind her ears, and shifted in the chair. He smiled at her and dipped down to give her a quick kiss, pulling back Joey asked, "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that you have an amazing talent at capturing moments on paper."
Joey blushed and shrugged self consciously, still critical of her work, "It's not that good. . .I don't have my proper paper, or pencils..." She trailed off as Pacey shook his head, and bent down to scoop up the sketch book from her lap.
Flipping to a random page, he turned the picture of his niece and his sister to her, "Jo...this is amazing. It doesn't matter about paper and pencils. . .what this picture shows is a mother and a daughter and you can see their bond. . . it's almost tangible. Paper and pencil don't matter. It's talent. And heart." Pacey smiled and shook his head, almost embarrassed at being so maudlin.
Joey smiled, and looked away.
"So, how about you and I go outside and get ready to eat. My dad sent me in here to get you. The food is ready, so we just help ourselves and sit at the picnic table. Sound good?"
She smiled and nodded, "Sounds great."
Pacey sat her sketch book down, and offered his hand to her to help her out of the deep chair, "Come, Milady"
Laughing slightly, Joey accepted his help, "Thank you, Milord."
*~**~*~**~*
So?
~Jayde
J.
Chapter 9
"Uncle Pacey's here!!"
"Uncle Paaaaaceeeeey!!!"
Joey smiled as the two childish screams tore through the air as Pacey stopped the car. She saw two blurs shoot out of a tree house that was visible in the back yard, and come streaking over to the car. Pacey looked at her and smiled as he opened the car door, and stepped out, catching the two small children that were jumping to him, one in a quick hug, and one being draped over his torso.
"Annie." Pacey squeezed the girl that was standing beside him, and then turned to the boy that was perched on his lean him, the child's small arms around his neck, "And this can't be...Brian!! Brians' not this big."
"It's me, Uncle Pacey! It is!! I'm thive!!" The young boy struggled to say is age through the gaping hole in the front of his mouth, where the teeth were missing.
"Five?!. . . Ah. . . I remember now. . . That was the party that I had to be dressed as a clown cowboy was for, huh?"
Joey laughed lightly as the picture of Pacey dressed as a cowboy with a big red nose, and a rainbow wig filled her head. Pacey turned as he heard the sound, and grinned sheepishly.
"Jo, I'd like you to meet my niece, Annie, and my nephew, Brian. He's five." Pacey added after the boy whispered in his ear. "Kids, this is a, friend of mine, her names Joey."
Annie grinned, "Uncle Pacey has a girlfriend!" She squealed.
Joey heard Pacey grumble, "Nine year olds are way too perceptive." as she grinned at the younger girl.
She smiled as she opened her door, and got out of the car. Walking over to the other side, she grinned "It's nice to meet you, Annie." She stuck her hand out to the small dirty blonde haired girl, who shyly shook it with her own. Joey then turned to the blond boy in Pace's arms. "Hi, Brian." She smiled at him warmly.
The boy frowned as he looked at her, taking in her battered running shoes, jeans, artfully paint splattered t-shirt, and finally coming to a stop on her vividly streaked hair. He smiled and took his arms from his uncles' neck, and held them to her.
She smiled at him and looked uncertainly at Pacey, who nodded slightly. Taking the boy, she settled him on her hip, and ruffled his hair as he wound his arms and legs around her. "I like you." Brian whispered.
Joey smiled, "I like you, too, Brian." She looked at Pacey, and mouthed to him, her eyes amused. 'The seal of approval?'
Pacey laughed as he bent down to pick up Annie for a big hug.
"Pacey!"
Both Joey and Pacey turned at the excited female shout. He smiled as he saw his youngest sister come off of the front porch, and walk down to them. He put down Annie, and opened his arms. "Gretch, it's so good to see you."
Gretchen smiled at him, "Phone calls don't cut, it, huh?" She squeezed him one more time before releasing him, and turning to Joey, an inquisitive look on her face. "Hi, I'm Gretchen, Pacey's sister." She held out her hand.
Joey smiled warmly, and shifted Brian so she could take it in her own, "Joey Potter."
Gretchen's' eyes widened a fraction, "The artist?"
"Guilty." Joey laughed.
"I love your work."
"Thank you."
Gretchen turned to Annie and Brian, "Bri, Hun, Grandma needs your help in the kitchen, she's made cookies." Annie ran off, and Joey crouched down so Brian could hop off of her on his own, but not before grinning at his new friend, and kissing her on the cheek.
Gretchen raised her eyebrows as her usually shy-with-strangers nephew displayed open affection for an almost-stranger. "Pacey."
"Yes, Gretch?" Pacey smiled at his sister as he passed Joey, lightly kissing her head, as he went to the trunk of his car.
"You didn't tell us that you were bringing her." She smiled at Joey, "Not that you're not welcome, because you are, believe me. Anyway, Pacey, I think that it's rude not to let us know that you were bringing someone..." She trailed off, eyes dancing.
"You didn't tell anyone that I was coming?!" Joey asked her eyes wide.
"Hey, hey, Hold up. . . I told Dougie. . . If he didn't tell you then," Pacey shrugged as he pulled out a few bags. "Talk to him about it."
Joey walked over to the trunk, and grabbed the last two bags that were obviously filled with gifts, and shut the trunk. Pacey smiled his thanks.
"I'm baaaack!!" Pacey called moments later as he ushered Joey into the house via the Kitchen door.
"Baby!!" A woman quickly stood from her position in front of the stove, obviously checking the contents. She wiped her hands on her apron, and quickly pulled it off as she walked over extending her arms to Pacey.
"Hi Mom." Pacey smiled as he took his mother in his arms, and kissed her cheek. She pulled back and smiled at him, and then turned curiously to Joey. "Mom, this is Joey. Jo, this is my mother."
Joey smiled at the older woman and held out her hand, "It's nice to meet you Mrs Witter."
"Oh, no. Call me Mary." She took Joeys hand in her hand and smiled warmly at her.
"Well then, it's nice to meet you, Mary." She smiled at the blonde.
"You wouldn't happen to be the artist that Pacey mentioned to me, are you?" Mary took Joey by the arm and led her into the living room. "Now, let me introduce you to my husband, John...."
*~**~*~**~*
As Joey sat enveloped in a large plush chair, she took in her surroundings, and sketched on a pad of blank paper...Brian and Annie tearing into the presents that Pacey had brought them....Mary gasping at the white- gold locket that was engraved and held a miniature picture of her and Johns wedding day....Doug and John squabbling over which meat to put on the barbeque first....Three month old Kelly pulling on her mother, Kerry's hair....Pacey bouncing Kelly on his knee while talking to Kerry's husband, Jon....
She smiled as she looked down at the paper, frowning when she saw the picture that she hadn't really noticed that she was drawing. It was of Gretchen and her husband Tim stealing a kiss in the corner of the room. Tim's hand was placed on his wifes' burgeoning stomach, and Gretchen had her arms around his shoulders. It was a very touching picture, as she could clearly see the love that had radiated from them moments before as they actually been in that position.
"It's amazing, Joey."
Joey turned slightly to look over her shoulder at the figure hovering over the back of the chair. "Oh, Gretchen." She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "Thank you."
Gretchen smiled at her, and then looked back at the picture of her and her husband, "You really captured the moment."
She smiled nervously, looking at the subject of her latest work, "It's not finished. I'll add some color to it, and it's yours."
"Joey...I don't know what to say."
"'Thank You' is usually appropriate for a time like this."
"Well, then...Thank you."
Joey smiled at Pacey's sister, "You're welcome." Just then, they heard a crash from outside, and a plaintive wail tore through the air,
"Mom!!! Brian knocked over my Bicycle!!"
"Ah, Annie calls. I'll see you later, Joey. And thank you, again."
Joey smiled as she watched Gretchen hurry outside to tend to her daughter. Turning back to her drawing pad, she leaned down to rummage around in her purse for her colored pencils. Opening them a moment later, she started to lightly sketch in the shadows, and rub some color in Gretchen's shirt, and hair. Just enough to give a hint of color, but not overwhelm the poignancy of the picture.
Setting the colored pencils down almost half an hour later, she looked through the sketch pad at the now colored portraits of the Witter Family. She smiled as she ran her finger lightly over Pacey's smiling face, not noticing the brown haired man standing behind her.
"Hey, Beautiful." Joey jumped slightly as she turned in her chair to face Pacey. She closed her drawing pad quickly and smiled at him.
"Hey, Pacey." She tucked her hair behind her ears, and shifted in the chair. He smiled at her and dipped down to give her a quick kiss, pulling back Joey asked, "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that you have an amazing talent at capturing moments on paper."
Joey blushed and shrugged self consciously, still critical of her work, "It's not that good. . .I don't have my proper paper, or pencils..." She trailed off as Pacey shook his head, and bent down to scoop up the sketch book from her lap.
Flipping to a random page, he turned the picture of his niece and his sister to her, "Jo...this is amazing. It doesn't matter about paper and pencils. . .what this picture shows is a mother and a daughter and you can see their bond. . . it's almost tangible. Paper and pencil don't matter. It's talent. And heart." Pacey smiled and shook his head, almost embarrassed at being so maudlin.
Joey smiled, and looked away.
"So, how about you and I go outside and get ready to eat. My dad sent me in here to get you. The food is ready, so we just help ourselves and sit at the picnic table. Sound good?"
She smiled and nodded, "Sounds great."
Pacey sat her sketch book down, and offered his hand to her to help her out of the deep chair, "Come, Milady"
Laughing slightly, Joey accepted his help, "Thank you, Milord."
*~**~*~**~*
So?
~Jayde