Note: I'm glad that this story is liked! The first chapter was supposed to
be longer and had the first three chapters in it but I want to spread it
out more. So you know, its summer and names and numbers I put in this
chapter have meaning to them so if you look them up you will find the
meaning. Starts where the last one left off. During summer before season
five, Pacey meets that girl so if I get her name wrong, sorry. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own original characters or songs.
Pacey lifted up one finger. No words were needed because Bob knew exactly what that meant. He nodded and popped open another beer before placing it in front of the young man. Pacey sighed and stared at the bottle before taking in a huge gulp. Bob shook his head. Never in his life have he seen such a depressed man, especially one so young. Bob took a quick sip of tequila before coughing and showing a new pair of dentures. He never took his eyes off of Pacey.
"Why are you staring?" Pacey asked putting down his beer that was already halfway empty.
"Don't you have any friends boy? What happened to that blonde one you were with a while ago?"
"Who Dawson?"
"How the fuck should I know. The one who just turned 21."
"Yup, that's Dawson. He's in LA. In fact, all of my friends are somewhere else for the summer. They go to college. I'm not smart enough to go. Jen and Jack, my two other friends, are in NY. It's going to be their junior year of college next year. We all left Capeside when high school was over because we couldn't stand here anymore. I was the unfortunate one and I had to come back."
"It ain't so bad here Boy," Bob started rubbing his gray beard, "I've lived here my whole life and I didn't turn out so bad."
Pacey looked the old man up and down. He didn't want to be like Bob. Pacey wanted to get out and have a life, not be stuck in this crappy town. It was time he faced it though. Pacey Witter was always going to be in Capeside. When he is 80 and alone, Pacey would walk down the street, look at the wall he got for Joey all those years ago, and get depressed. When he would die, the high schoolers would do projects on Pacey Witter: the towns screw up. They would talk about how he had one great love, but he was so pathetic that she didn't even want him as her friend. Yup, that was exactly would happen to Pacey if he didn't get out. That's exactly what will happen, Pacey thought to himself, because I'm never getting out of here.
Bob didn't like the face Pacey was giving him. He pointed a finger at him. "You better not be thinking that I have a bad life. You would be lucky if you have half the life I had. I don't regret a thing. I have a good home, the love of my life as my wife for 50 some years; I have three wonderful children and seven gorgeous grand kids. Sure I don't look so great anymore but I was definitely a heartbreaker in my day. My life is good."
Pacey nodded his head. "I bet. I would be lucky to have any of those things in my life. I should just come to terms with the fact that I'm going to live alone and die alone. That's just how things work for me."
Bob laughed. "No it ain't boy! Do you think people are just given these things? Let me tell you, they aren't. I dated my Betty in high school but after we broke up I didn't see her until she was engaged ten years later. I had to convince her that I loved her and I had to stop the wedding, not to mention take a few blows from the fiancé. Even after all that she still said no four times before she said yes to marry me. You have to work for what you want. If you want it hard enough, it will happen. I worked my ass of everyday in that factory so we could afford my house and have them kids. It's a hard road but it's all worth it in the end let me tell ya. You'll have a good life Pacey. One day the right girl will come into your life and things will be great. This Joey girl that you love might come around and finally realize that she loves you too. She may not, but maybe there's someone else who you'll go crazy for. Don't lose faith in the future because things change over time."
Pacey took in a deep breath. "Wow Bob, that was something else. What if I did find the right one but I'm not the right one for her? That girl that might be my everything might have passed me on the street and I was to dumb to notice."
Bob smiled and shook his head. "Fate my dear boy, believe in fate."
Pacey rolled his eyes at the old man and chuckled. "Fate my ass! If there was a thing called fate then I wouldn't be sitting here drinking every night."
A new costumer came in and sat at a table. Pacey and Bob watched him as he took a seat and looked around the old bar. Bob cleared his throat to get Pacey's attention. Pacey looked at Bob who lifted up his shoulders and pointed to the new man.
"Talk to you later Bob," Pacey said as he waved once before drinking his beer again.
Pacey looked around the bar again. It was a dirty little shack but it had some nice people in it. Bob was definitely the nicest old guy he's met. Pacey landed his gaze on the new wall. It looked out of place and made the bar seem dirtier.
"Just like my father to not do this right," He thought to himself.
That's all that his father ever did, not right. Pacey never hated his father, he just didn't agree with him. When he was in teen years or younger, Pacey's dad was always on his case. Now Pacey understood why. His dad just wanted him to be better than he was. Still, it wasn't an excuse. He should have accepted Pacey for what he was and be proud of that, not hate it. Despite all of the miscommunication over the years, Pacey and his father grew closer. Once the young boy became a man, they had something both of them could relate to. The first time that Pacey could remember that he and his father truly talked was after Pacey broke up with Joey senior year. He didn't think he would be so broken up after dumping someone. For days, Pacey was in a world of sadness and it seemed to get getting bigger. Finally, John couldn't see his son like that so he sat him down and talked to him. Pacey and John talked for at least two hours that day. The biggest thing that Pacey could remember was something his father said to him.
"Real love is hard. Sometimes it overwhelms us and we need to take a step back and see the picture from a different angle. It hurts when that person is gone but you'll get better. All you can do is wait. Wait and let time take its toll because you can't change the past."
When did time take its toll? It hasn't yet. Pacey was still hung up on the girl that gave him butterflies. Sure, he dated other girls but love was not part of the vocabulary in those relationships. Once senior year was over Pacey couldn't get on that boat and leave faster. He had to get away from it all and be happy. Doug told him before he was going to leave on the true love the previous summer that if Pacey didn't finish things with Joey then every night, when he looked at the stars, he would see her face. Pacey left on a boat the next summer, not finishing things with Joey, and he did see her face every time he looked at the stars. He couldn't take it anymore; he had to get over her. That's when he met Melanie. She was the perfect way to forget his problems. No matter how hard Pacey tried, Melanie and his relationship was purely sex. It didn't help that when he was with her, he envisioned Joey there instead. Pacey waited a few weeks into summer before he started things with her. He hoped Joey didn't know about Melanie but she did. For once, Pacey wanted Joey to be over him so she didn't get hurt when she found out and didn't think that the guy who she trusted, dumped her and didn't care much about it because he slept with someone else a month later. Luckily, she did get over him and she never again had to feel the heartache that came with Pacey Witter.
Pacey licked his lips before taking a small sip of his beer. Something beeped to the right of him and Pacey turned his head to the sound. His eyes landed on a man who was looking back at him. The man was young, about his age. He was a blonde blue eyed, or Aryan person. The man seemed to be tall based only on the way he was sitting. Small rimless glasses sat in the middle of his nose. He had on a nice suit, which was never seen in a bar. The man never took his eyes off Pacey as he took a sip of coffee that he brought by himself. Pacey lifted up his beer to the man and smiled before turning back and seeing Bob walk up again.
"Hey bob!"
"Yeah," Bob said as he reached the counter.
Pacey leaned in close and lowered his voice. "Who's that guy in the corner over there?"
Bob tilted his head up slightly to look at the man. "Never seen 'um before. You?"
Pacey shook his head. "No, he keeps looking at me though." Pacey thought to himself, "He must be another Jack."
Bob smiled. "That's weird."
Pacey turned wide eyed. "What? What is he doing now?"
Bob shifted his eyes over to Pacey. "He's staring at you and every little while he types something on his computer thing. He's either interested in you or he's a psycho."
Pacey turned his stool and looked at the man. When he noticed Pacey was looking at him he smiled big and waved. Pacey smiled back and turned back to Bob. "He must be psycho."
"Do you want me to kick him out?" Bob asked.
Pacey got this strange feeling. "No," Pacey said, "I don't know why but I think I have to talk to him."
Pacey got up and walked over to the man's table. Pacey sat down across from him. The man looked away fro his laptop and smiled. "Do I know you?" Pacey asked.
"It's about time you came over," Said the man.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I don't plan to Pacey."
Pacey squinted his eyes. "How do you know my name?"
The man rolled his eyes. "That's not all I know Pacey J. Witter."
"What else do you know?"
"Enough."
"Enough for what?"
"Wow you ask a lot of questions! I know enough for me to do my job."
Pacey seemed to relax. He took a drink of his beer. "What's your name?"
"It all depends Pacey," the man said.
Pacey rolled his eyes. "Don't play games."
"Most people I meet call me Rashid but since I'm in Capeside and with you, you can call me Sam. I wanted Brasen but he said no."
"People pick your name?" Pacey asked taking a drink of his beer.
"You should stop drinking."
"I don't need a savior from alcohol if that's why you're here."
"I'm not. You don't need to drink. It won't bring Joey back."
"How do you know about Joey?"
Sam flicked Pacey's head. "Are you not listening? I know things for my job."
Pacey leaned in. "How much exactly do you know?"
Sam followed suit and leaned in as well. "Everything," Sam whispered.
Pacey was thrown back at that comment. "Everything? How could he know everything? He must be some psycho who stalks Me.," Pacey thought. "I doubt that."
"Really? You are one cocky guy. I don't lie. Ask me a question about anything in your life and I can give an answer," Sam smirked.
"Okay," Pacey thought of a hard question, "I got it. What was the name of my first girlfriend?"
Sam sat back smiling. "Andrea McPhee. She moved here in sophomore year of high school and you dated her for six months. You dumped her junior year when she came back and told you she slept with another guy at her mental place. Your next girlfriend was Josephine Potter. You fell in love with her junior year but didn't date her until the true love sailed off with the two of you on it. This relationship only lasted eleven months because you dumped her at prom. The next official girlfriend of yours was Audrey Liddell. You dated this one for a few months then you cheated on her. You got back with her before summer and lasted until she dumped you. That was your last real relationship. Now, all the girls you slept with are a different story. First it was your English teacher Tamara Jacobs, Andie, Joey, Melanie, Audrey, and Jamie three months ago."
Pacey's mouth fell open. "Holy shit. You really do know everything about me."
"I told you I did. You have major trust issues Pacey. I know it was caused by your father who always thought you were lying and that never kept his promises."
"So, do you know this much about other people?" Pacey asked curiously.
Sam let out a breath. "I am currently in the process of learning about Josephine Potter, Mr. Witter. I know that's who you want info on."
"Can you tell me anything?"
Sam sighed. "I don't know. I'll have to ask." Sam started typing in his computer. A second later a beep was heard. "He said yes but only one thing."
Pacey didn't even want to know who "he" was. "Who has Joey had sex with?"
Sam nodded. "You, Dawson, Ed Wilder and Eddie. Charlie is not in that category."
Pacey smiled that he was not in there. Sam started laughing. "What's so funny?"
"YOU! Why did you ask a question like that? I thought you were going to ask if she still loved you and wanted you but no, you ask THAT question."
"Does she?"
Sam shook his head. "You only get one question, remember? Your dime is spent and there are no refunds."
"Smartass," Pacey said under his breath.
"Duh," Sam said, "why do you think I was sent here and a nicer one wasn't? Apparently we are kind of the same."
"Why are you here? What, o what Sam, is the reason for your presence in my life?" Pacey tried to act dramatic.
"I'm here to help change some wrongs in your life. I'm your personal helper now. I need you to stay cool with me because this is my last chance if I want to graduate."
"So you're in college?"
"Kind of. I really need you to stop asking questions."
Pacey smirked and leaned back. "Why is this, your last chance Sam?" he said slowly.
Sam started to get nervous and looked around the room. "Something unexpected happened with the last person I tried to help."
Pacey nodded his head. There was a silence for a while before Pacey got up and walked to the counter. "So, are we all done here?"
Sam stood up and packed up his stuff. "Almost," Sam shook Pacey's hand and gave him a business card, "I want you to come to this place at two tomorrow. We have unfinished business to take care of."
Pacey read the card. Sam Atira 2078 W. Miracle St. 4th floor, 7th day rest unit (412) 555- 4633
"What if I don't come?"
Sam started to get mad. "If you don't come then I will "watch over" you until the day you die because I failed and, also, you will be stuck in this state of sadness and drinking until another one is sent to help you which may be never."
Pacey understood what this meant to Sam so he nodded in agreement and picked up his bag for him. "See you tomorrow then Sam."
Sam smiled and headed out the door. "Hey Pacey!"
Pacey turned towards the door. "Yeah?"
"It might be a few hours or longer, depending on how well it goes tomorrow so don't make any plans." Sam smiled once more before leaving.
Pacey shrugged his shoulders before turning back to the bar. Bob was watching the conversation.
"What did he want?" Bob asked.
"That was Sam. He just wanted to talk. He was sent to help me with something." Pacey put the empty beer bottle on the counter and stood up to get his coat.
"Help you with what?"
"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me. I have to go see him tomorrow."
"Why are you gonna go see him again? I wouldn't go man. He might be some killer or something."
Pacey laughed. "I don't think he is Bob. He needs to do this thing so he can pass a class, besides, I have this feeling that he will help me with something," Pacey said not telling Bob about the conversation between Sam and him and all that Sam knew.
"You going already?"
Pacey nodded his head. "Yeah, I really need some sleep. Bye Bob."
"Bye," Bob said to Pacey as he left. Cal watched Pacey leave and looked at the clock.
"Hey bob, was that the Witter kid? He's leavin' kind of early," Cal said.
Bob nodded his head and smiled. "Yup, that was him. I think the boy is finally getting out of his slump. If that Sam guy could make him leave early after talking to him for a few minutes then I bet he can really change him tomorrow."
Bob kept smiling. Maybe there are things that watch over us. Tonight proved that someone really does listen and tries to help in any way they can.
Pacey walked down the street towards his apartment. He read the card again. Pacey kept repeating what Sam said trying to make sense of it. "I'm here to help change some wrongs in your life?" Pacey unlocked his door and went in.
What could Sam mean by that?
Disclaimer: I don't own original characters or songs.
Pacey lifted up one finger. No words were needed because Bob knew exactly what that meant. He nodded and popped open another beer before placing it in front of the young man. Pacey sighed and stared at the bottle before taking in a huge gulp. Bob shook his head. Never in his life have he seen such a depressed man, especially one so young. Bob took a quick sip of tequila before coughing and showing a new pair of dentures. He never took his eyes off of Pacey.
"Why are you staring?" Pacey asked putting down his beer that was already halfway empty.
"Don't you have any friends boy? What happened to that blonde one you were with a while ago?"
"Who Dawson?"
"How the fuck should I know. The one who just turned 21."
"Yup, that's Dawson. He's in LA. In fact, all of my friends are somewhere else for the summer. They go to college. I'm not smart enough to go. Jen and Jack, my two other friends, are in NY. It's going to be their junior year of college next year. We all left Capeside when high school was over because we couldn't stand here anymore. I was the unfortunate one and I had to come back."
"It ain't so bad here Boy," Bob started rubbing his gray beard, "I've lived here my whole life and I didn't turn out so bad."
Pacey looked the old man up and down. He didn't want to be like Bob. Pacey wanted to get out and have a life, not be stuck in this crappy town. It was time he faced it though. Pacey Witter was always going to be in Capeside. When he is 80 and alone, Pacey would walk down the street, look at the wall he got for Joey all those years ago, and get depressed. When he would die, the high schoolers would do projects on Pacey Witter: the towns screw up. They would talk about how he had one great love, but he was so pathetic that she didn't even want him as her friend. Yup, that was exactly would happen to Pacey if he didn't get out. That's exactly what will happen, Pacey thought to himself, because I'm never getting out of here.
Bob didn't like the face Pacey was giving him. He pointed a finger at him. "You better not be thinking that I have a bad life. You would be lucky if you have half the life I had. I don't regret a thing. I have a good home, the love of my life as my wife for 50 some years; I have three wonderful children and seven gorgeous grand kids. Sure I don't look so great anymore but I was definitely a heartbreaker in my day. My life is good."
Pacey nodded his head. "I bet. I would be lucky to have any of those things in my life. I should just come to terms with the fact that I'm going to live alone and die alone. That's just how things work for me."
Bob laughed. "No it ain't boy! Do you think people are just given these things? Let me tell you, they aren't. I dated my Betty in high school but after we broke up I didn't see her until she was engaged ten years later. I had to convince her that I loved her and I had to stop the wedding, not to mention take a few blows from the fiancé. Even after all that she still said no four times before she said yes to marry me. You have to work for what you want. If you want it hard enough, it will happen. I worked my ass of everyday in that factory so we could afford my house and have them kids. It's a hard road but it's all worth it in the end let me tell ya. You'll have a good life Pacey. One day the right girl will come into your life and things will be great. This Joey girl that you love might come around and finally realize that she loves you too. She may not, but maybe there's someone else who you'll go crazy for. Don't lose faith in the future because things change over time."
Pacey took in a deep breath. "Wow Bob, that was something else. What if I did find the right one but I'm not the right one for her? That girl that might be my everything might have passed me on the street and I was to dumb to notice."
Bob smiled and shook his head. "Fate my dear boy, believe in fate."
Pacey rolled his eyes at the old man and chuckled. "Fate my ass! If there was a thing called fate then I wouldn't be sitting here drinking every night."
A new costumer came in and sat at a table. Pacey and Bob watched him as he took a seat and looked around the old bar. Bob cleared his throat to get Pacey's attention. Pacey looked at Bob who lifted up his shoulders and pointed to the new man.
"Talk to you later Bob," Pacey said as he waved once before drinking his beer again.
Pacey looked around the bar again. It was a dirty little shack but it had some nice people in it. Bob was definitely the nicest old guy he's met. Pacey landed his gaze on the new wall. It looked out of place and made the bar seem dirtier.
"Just like my father to not do this right," He thought to himself.
That's all that his father ever did, not right. Pacey never hated his father, he just didn't agree with him. When he was in teen years or younger, Pacey's dad was always on his case. Now Pacey understood why. His dad just wanted him to be better than he was. Still, it wasn't an excuse. He should have accepted Pacey for what he was and be proud of that, not hate it. Despite all of the miscommunication over the years, Pacey and his father grew closer. Once the young boy became a man, they had something both of them could relate to. The first time that Pacey could remember that he and his father truly talked was after Pacey broke up with Joey senior year. He didn't think he would be so broken up after dumping someone. For days, Pacey was in a world of sadness and it seemed to get getting bigger. Finally, John couldn't see his son like that so he sat him down and talked to him. Pacey and John talked for at least two hours that day. The biggest thing that Pacey could remember was something his father said to him.
"Real love is hard. Sometimes it overwhelms us and we need to take a step back and see the picture from a different angle. It hurts when that person is gone but you'll get better. All you can do is wait. Wait and let time take its toll because you can't change the past."
When did time take its toll? It hasn't yet. Pacey was still hung up on the girl that gave him butterflies. Sure, he dated other girls but love was not part of the vocabulary in those relationships. Once senior year was over Pacey couldn't get on that boat and leave faster. He had to get away from it all and be happy. Doug told him before he was going to leave on the true love the previous summer that if Pacey didn't finish things with Joey then every night, when he looked at the stars, he would see her face. Pacey left on a boat the next summer, not finishing things with Joey, and he did see her face every time he looked at the stars. He couldn't take it anymore; he had to get over her. That's when he met Melanie. She was the perfect way to forget his problems. No matter how hard Pacey tried, Melanie and his relationship was purely sex. It didn't help that when he was with her, he envisioned Joey there instead. Pacey waited a few weeks into summer before he started things with her. He hoped Joey didn't know about Melanie but she did. For once, Pacey wanted Joey to be over him so she didn't get hurt when she found out and didn't think that the guy who she trusted, dumped her and didn't care much about it because he slept with someone else a month later. Luckily, she did get over him and she never again had to feel the heartache that came with Pacey Witter.
Pacey licked his lips before taking a small sip of his beer. Something beeped to the right of him and Pacey turned his head to the sound. His eyes landed on a man who was looking back at him. The man was young, about his age. He was a blonde blue eyed, or Aryan person. The man seemed to be tall based only on the way he was sitting. Small rimless glasses sat in the middle of his nose. He had on a nice suit, which was never seen in a bar. The man never took his eyes off Pacey as he took a sip of coffee that he brought by himself. Pacey lifted up his beer to the man and smiled before turning back and seeing Bob walk up again.
"Hey bob!"
"Yeah," Bob said as he reached the counter.
Pacey leaned in close and lowered his voice. "Who's that guy in the corner over there?"
Bob tilted his head up slightly to look at the man. "Never seen 'um before. You?"
Pacey shook his head. "No, he keeps looking at me though." Pacey thought to himself, "He must be another Jack."
Bob smiled. "That's weird."
Pacey turned wide eyed. "What? What is he doing now?"
Bob shifted his eyes over to Pacey. "He's staring at you and every little while he types something on his computer thing. He's either interested in you or he's a psycho."
Pacey turned his stool and looked at the man. When he noticed Pacey was looking at him he smiled big and waved. Pacey smiled back and turned back to Bob. "He must be psycho."
"Do you want me to kick him out?" Bob asked.
Pacey got this strange feeling. "No," Pacey said, "I don't know why but I think I have to talk to him."
Pacey got up and walked over to the man's table. Pacey sat down across from him. The man looked away fro his laptop and smiled. "Do I know you?" Pacey asked.
"It's about time you came over," Said the man.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I don't plan to Pacey."
Pacey squinted his eyes. "How do you know my name?"
The man rolled his eyes. "That's not all I know Pacey J. Witter."
"What else do you know?"
"Enough."
"Enough for what?"
"Wow you ask a lot of questions! I know enough for me to do my job."
Pacey seemed to relax. He took a drink of his beer. "What's your name?"
"It all depends Pacey," the man said.
Pacey rolled his eyes. "Don't play games."
"Most people I meet call me Rashid but since I'm in Capeside and with you, you can call me Sam. I wanted Brasen but he said no."
"People pick your name?" Pacey asked taking a drink of his beer.
"You should stop drinking."
"I don't need a savior from alcohol if that's why you're here."
"I'm not. You don't need to drink. It won't bring Joey back."
"How do you know about Joey?"
Sam flicked Pacey's head. "Are you not listening? I know things for my job."
Pacey leaned in. "How much exactly do you know?"
Sam followed suit and leaned in as well. "Everything," Sam whispered.
Pacey was thrown back at that comment. "Everything? How could he know everything? He must be some psycho who stalks Me.," Pacey thought. "I doubt that."
"Really? You are one cocky guy. I don't lie. Ask me a question about anything in your life and I can give an answer," Sam smirked.
"Okay," Pacey thought of a hard question, "I got it. What was the name of my first girlfriend?"
Sam sat back smiling. "Andrea McPhee. She moved here in sophomore year of high school and you dated her for six months. You dumped her junior year when she came back and told you she slept with another guy at her mental place. Your next girlfriend was Josephine Potter. You fell in love with her junior year but didn't date her until the true love sailed off with the two of you on it. This relationship only lasted eleven months because you dumped her at prom. The next official girlfriend of yours was Audrey Liddell. You dated this one for a few months then you cheated on her. You got back with her before summer and lasted until she dumped you. That was your last real relationship. Now, all the girls you slept with are a different story. First it was your English teacher Tamara Jacobs, Andie, Joey, Melanie, Audrey, and Jamie three months ago."
Pacey's mouth fell open. "Holy shit. You really do know everything about me."
"I told you I did. You have major trust issues Pacey. I know it was caused by your father who always thought you were lying and that never kept his promises."
"So, do you know this much about other people?" Pacey asked curiously.
Sam let out a breath. "I am currently in the process of learning about Josephine Potter, Mr. Witter. I know that's who you want info on."
"Can you tell me anything?"
Sam sighed. "I don't know. I'll have to ask." Sam started typing in his computer. A second later a beep was heard. "He said yes but only one thing."
Pacey didn't even want to know who "he" was. "Who has Joey had sex with?"
Sam nodded. "You, Dawson, Ed Wilder and Eddie. Charlie is not in that category."
Pacey smiled that he was not in there. Sam started laughing. "What's so funny?"
"YOU! Why did you ask a question like that? I thought you were going to ask if she still loved you and wanted you but no, you ask THAT question."
"Does she?"
Sam shook his head. "You only get one question, remember? Your dime is spent and there are no refunds."
"Smartass," Pacey said under his breath.
"Duh," Sam said, "why do you think I was sent here and a nicer one wasn't? Apparently we are kind of the same."
"Why are you here? What, o what Sam, is the reason for your presence in my life?" Pacey tried to act dramatic.
"I'm here to help change some wrongs in your life. I'm your personal helper now. I need you to stay cool with me because this is my last chance if I want to graduate."
"So you're in college?"
"Kind of. I really need you to stop asking questions."
Pacey smirked and leaned back. "Why is this, your last chance Sam?" he said slowly.
Sam started to get nervous and looked around the room. "Something unexpected happened with the last person I tried to help."
Pacey nodded his head. There was a silence for a while before Pacey got up and walked to the counter. "So, are we all done here?"
Sam stood up and packed up his stuff. "Almost," Sam shook Pacey's hand and gave him a business card, "I want you to come to this place at two tomorrow. We have unfinished business to take care of."
Pacey read the card. Sam Atira 2078 W. Miracle St. 4th floor, 7th day rest unit (412) 555- 4633
"What if I don't come?"
Sam started to get mad. "If you don't come then I will "watch over" you until the day you die because I failed and, also, you will be stuck in this state of sadness and drinking until another one is sent to help you which may be never."
Pacey understood what this meant to Sam so he nodded in agreement and picked up his bag for him. "See you tomorrow then Sam."
Sam smiled and headed out the door. "Hey Pacey!"
Pacey turned towards the door. "Yeah?"
"It might be a few hours or longer, depending on how well it goes tomorrow so don't make any plans." Sam smiled once more before leaving.
Pacey shrugged his shoulders before turning back to the bar. Bob was watching the conversation.
"What did he want?" Bob asked.
"That was Sam. He just wanted to talk. He was sent to help me with something." Pacey put the empty beer bottle on the counter and stood up to get his coat.
"Help you with what?"
"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me. I have to go see him tomorrow."
"Why are you gonna go see him again? I wouldn't go man. He might be some killer or something."
Pacey laughed. "I don't think he is Bob. He needs to do this thing so he can pass a class, besides, I have this feeling that he will help me with something," Pacey said not telling Bob about the conversation between Sam and him and all that Sam knew.
"You going already?"
Pacey nodded his head. "Yeah, I really need some sleep. Bye Bob."
"Bye," Bob said to Pacey as he left. Cal watched Pacey leave and looked at the clock.
"Hey bob, was that the Witter kid? He's leavin' kind of early," Cal said.
Bob nodded his head and smiled. "Yup, that was him. I think the boy is finally getting out of his slump. If that Sam guy could make him leave early after talking to him for a few minutes then I bet he can really change him tomorrow."
Bob kept smiling. Maybe there are things that watch over us. Tonight proved that someone really does listen and tries to help in any way they can.
Pacey walked down the street towards his apartment. He read the card again. Pacey kept repeating what Sam said trying to make sense of it. "I'm here to help change some wrongs in your life?" Pacey unlocked his door and went in.
What could Sam mean by that?