It was a Friday night, and Pacey was sitting on his couch with his hands covering his face as he let out a deep breath.

Ever since Pacey was six years old. He felt as if he could never do anything right. Now at the age of twenty-three, he felt as if the feeling would never go away.

He let out a deep breath and called the one person who always made him feel better. Joey Potter.

He waited as he heard the rings, he was about to hang up the phone when suddenly he heard a man's voice.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Joey Potter's phone?"

"Yes this is Joey's phone, she is in the other room, give me a minute."

Pacey waited as he heard muffled voices from the other side of the phone. He could hear Joey laughing in the background and he could easily picture her smile as he was hearing it.

"This is Joey." He heard on the other side.

"Hey, Jo."

"Hey, Pacey. How are you?"

"Do you ever feel like you can't do anything right, no matter how hard you try?"

"Yeah, I do. Did something happen?"

"I just um, I feel like I can't manage to do anything right lately. Which is funny because culinary school actually isn't that hard but sometimes it just feels like it."

"But you got in."

Pacey paused as he thought about what to say next. "But sometimes, that doesn't feel like enough."

"You don't mean that, Pacey."

"I feel like I do right now."

"Pacey, you are going to school, you are doing what you have always loved to do. I know you are going to do great things. You just have to believe it as well."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

Pacey then let out a smile for the first time all day. He was glad he called the one person who knew him.

"So, who is the guy?" Pacey asked.

"His name is Christopher."

Pacey let out a dark chuckle. Every time he heard about Joey dating or seeing someone he felt this sense to make sure she doesn't get hurt. To somehow make sure that the man who would someday marry this beautiful woman on the other end of the phone would never get hurt her like he had done to her at prom.

"Well, make sure he treats you well, Potter."

"Will do, Witter. Good luck. Bye."

"Bye, Joey."

Then the phone call was over, and his doubts that were once placed in his brain were gone. The only problem now was the fact that he wasn't that guy who with her in her apartment. He wanted to be that guy for Joey, but his chance was gone. She moved on, and he knew he would just have to accept that.