Chapter 5

Joey POV

As I lay in bed my mind wanders over the last few days. What a change, a few days ago I was getting kicked out of my crappy apartment in a bad part of New York and now I was in a huge apartment in a nice soft bed. Even before I went to Worthington my life wasn't this nice. I could get use to this. Except for the fact that I had already almost let my secret out but I made a nice save. It was going to be harder to keep then I thought.

My alarm went off at ten which is what I had set it for. Pacey's friend was taking me shopping today with his credit card. I smiled this was going to be fun.

At quarter after eleven the doorbell rang. I go to answer it and find a blonde standing on the other side. She is very pretty but short especially because I'm freakishly tall.

"Hi," She says, "I'm Jen and you must be Katie."

"I guess my reputation precedes me," I say.

"Well when I get a call from Pacey saying he brought a strange woman that he hit with his car, home from the hospital and she needs clothes. I'm here to help. You wouldn't want Pacey taking you shopping anyway. But I do have his credit card," Jen says holding it up.

"Well what are we waiting for then?" I say as I follow her out the door.

"Okay this isn't going to work either. I can never find anything that fits," I say, realizing that I had let out a little information again. I look over at Jen as I come out of the changing room with pants that are too small. She doesn't look like she notices. I'm probably just paranoid.

"Well I guess we keep looking," Jen says. We had found some things but I've always had a problem finding pants because most places don't carry tall pants.

"So what's the deal with Pacey?" I ask walking back into the changing room.

"What do you mean?" Jen ask.

"Well it's just not a lot of guys would take home strange women from a hospital that they hit with a car," I say. Especially strange women like me.

"Yeah well Pacey's different from a lot of guys," Jen says with a smile.

"Sounds like you guys had a thing," I say coming out of the dressing room.

"No actually we never did," Jen says "We've always been just friends. I think he's the only straight guy in New York I haven't slept with."

"Why?" I ask a little worried.

"Well we are such good friends, I think of him more as a brother than anything," Jen says then seeing the look on my face she continues, "but there is nothing wrong with him, you can talk to a lot of girls who wouldn't say that. Well not a lot but…"

"No it's okay," I say interrupting her, "I wasn't planning on dating him anyway. At the moment it's just a place to stay."

"It must suck," Jen says.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Not being able to remember who you are or anything for that matter," Jen says.

"Oh yeah it sucks," I say quickly hoping she'll drop it.

"I mean not remembering your name or where you live or your family," Jen say.

"Yeah it feels kind of…" I say struggling to find the word.

"Empty?" Jen offers.

"Yes empty. I feel kind of alone," I say which wasn't entirely a lie. I do feel alone.

"Well you're not alone now," She says with a smile, "I'm sure your memory will come back soon."

"Yeah I'm sure it will," I say as we head down the stairs.

"But in the meantime we haven't done nearly enough damage to this card," Jen says as she holds Pacey's card with almost too much enjoyment, "You've seen his apartment you know he can afford it."

"Let's continue our damage," I say smiling as I followed her.

"He can pay now and cook tonight," Jen says.

"He is a good cook," I say, as we headed into the next store.

"Well it's his profession. It's what he loves most in the world and we get it for free every Wednesday night," Jen says looking at some of the clothes. Then seeing the look of confusion she explained that they get together every Wednesday.

"That sounds like fun," I reply.

"Yeah I guess," Jen says, "The sad part is that's the only time I ever see him. He's always working. Well let's find you some clothes."