A/N: Hey guys so very sorry for the long wait. I guess life has a way of getting in the way of creativity sometimes as well as writers block. But just a little recap, We left off with Joey in Paris and she has just gotten a phone call from a mystery guest. So this is set in Joey's point of view. I will have Pacey's up tomorrow as well. Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone regarding Dawson's Creek:)
One step at a time
"Come down to the lobby." Was all the voice said but knowing in an instance who it was I raced out of my room and down the staircase. There standing in the middle of my hotel in Paris, France was Jennifer Lindley.
"You are one for the books Ms. Potter." She said smiling at me. "What in the world are you doing here?" I ran up to hug her. Aside from Pacey, she was a great friend and someone I knew I could confide in to tell me when I needed to shut up and when I was being a pain in the ass. "Well when you ran out of the party the other day I knew you couldn't be alone. I mean seriously THIS is huge." She grabbed her bag with one hand and looped her other arm through mine as we made our way back up to my room. She continued, "So I told Jack that I was leaving too. But when I tried calling your phone I couldn't seem to get through, so I called Bessie figuring you might go there instead of home." I laughed. "You are not very good at playing detective Jen."
"Aw on the contrawary, I'm very good. because when I called Bessie she said you had this crazy notion in your head that you needed to get away and that you; miss, were traveling here. So in conclusion, being your friend and knowing you as well as I do here I stand to help you get though this difficult time." Jen set her bags on the love seat in my suite. "Well then since you are here, what do you want to do?" "Jo, first off you need to figure out what in the world you are going to do with this whole Pacey situation." I wanted to laugh at her but I knew that she did have a good point. But plopping myself down onto the bed, I let out a deep breath. "I don't want to deal with this right now, cant we just go sight see or something. I mean you've never been to Paris, and neither have I. Lets go see a painting, drink some coffee or take a picture of the Arc de Triomphe." Jen sat down next to me and let out a frustrated sigh.
"Fine, I am letting you win this battle." She looked over at me with a look of certainty. "But Joey, you can't run away from this forever." I knew she was right I did need to figure all my feelings out and I was so ecstatic that she was there to help me sort through everything. "I know Jen, I know." Rolling my eyes at her I jumped up, "Now what do you say we get a cup of coffee that this town in famous for?"
Walking down the grey brick streets, I couldn't help but feel free. For once in my life I felt as though everything would work itself out and I wouldn't have to worry. Jen and I found a little café a few blocks from the hotel. We both ordered Café lattes and croissants (which were totally worth the 8 hour flight alone).
We sat and talked for a while about the scenery, when I finally asked. "So what did you tell the radio station?" Jen was the lead feminist radio personnel in Boston and had been since her freshman year at BU. "Pretty much the truth, that I had a family crisis and I had to travel out of country to tie up some loose ends. Plus I have at least 200 hours of PTO saved up."
"Ah I see." Finishing up our cups Jen looked over at me. "So what about this aunt, Bessie was telling me about? Are you going to look her up or what?" "Oh I don't know, I haven't seen her since I was a child I don't think she would even know who I was." "Well where does she live there is no hurt in trying is there?" "I guess not, but there is one little problem I wouldn't know where to begin to look to find where she is."
Jen frowned then looked out across the street, her frown quickly vanished and a smile started to grow across her lips. Pointing across to a newspaper stand she said, "A map we could look on a map. Bessie told me that she has a bed and breakfast in Lyon right?" Shaking my head I looked up from my hands that held my head. "God my sister has the hugest mouth of anyone I know." Jen quickly got up and grabbed my hand and before I knew it we had gotten a map of France and were on our way to get a rental car.