| [b:2505a978e1]Watching Pot Roast[/b:2505a978e1]
Damn Audrey with all her talk about emotional orgasms and first times. Pacey was here. Two feet away from me on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, throwing chex mix into the air and catching it with is mouth. We were supposed to be watching Friday the 13th, but Jack was snoring and I couldn’t stop undressing Pacey with my eyes. The fireplace wasn’t lit, but Grams’ pot roast sort of smells like smoky wood. So I’m having flashbacks, vivid ones, in 3D. Oh God, why can’t Jason Voorhees jump through the television and slash me to bits. It would release me from this torture. Is it hot in here?
[i:2505a978e1]“Can you pass me another beer?”
“That’s your third beer tonight Jo. What’s going on?”
“We’re watching pot roast and bad eighties horror movies. I can safely say that nothing is going on.”
“You don’t even like beer.”
“Are you forgetting the cervezas in the Keys?”
“Are you forgetting how you puked over the side of the boat for an hour? Then you cried for Bessie to rescue you from, as you put it, my floating death pit the next morning.”
“I was hung over.”
“You can’t hold your liquor.”
“I’ve matured.”
“I beg to differ. You’re starting to slur your words.”
“Am not.”[/i:2505a978e1] I threw a pillow at him in an attempt to wipe that goofy grin off his face. I guess my aim was off because I whacked Jack in the head instead, awakening him.
[i:2505a978e1]“What the hell?”[/i:2505a978e1] groaned Jack.
[i:2505a978e1]“I see sleeping beauty has joined us.”
“Who could sleep with the two of you bickering over there?”
“Blame it on Miss Drunk and Disorderly.”
“I had two beers. Hold on.”[/i:2505a978e1] I grabbed another beer from the table and chugged it down. [i:2505a978e1]“Oh yeah! Make that three beers.”
“Do you see this Jackers?”
“High five Joey.”[/i:2505a978e1] I reached across Pacey on the couch to slap Jack’s hand.
[i:2505a978e1]“Thank you. See Pacey, Jack knows what’s up.”
“I didn’t know I would be spending the evening with the poster children for underage drinking.”
“Don’t be mad that you can’t hang, Pace.”
“Can’t hang? I’m a sailor remember? I can drink you both under the table.”
“Yeah right. I’m practically in a frat. So that makes me a professional drinker.”
“And I get loaded at least once a year so that proves it.”
“Proves what exactly Joey?”
“That I am an experienced drunk.”
“So how about we up the stakes? An old fashioned drinking contest, to keep things interesting for you legendary lushes.”
“Like quarters?”
“I was thinking more like strip poker?”
“Dream on hornbag. I am not getting naked for you. Besides that’s not even a drinking game.”
“It is when you add body shots.”
“Enough Witter. Gay guy in the room remember? I don’t want suck anything off either of you.”
“How about truth or consequences? Take a drink for every question you are not willing to answer.”
“Come on Joey. Don’t you think we know enough about each other already? Do we really need to know more?”
“I have to agree with Jackers. This sounds like snoozeville to me. How about we at least throw a little dare into the mix?”
“I’m not going to clean up the blood when you two morons dare each other to smash beer cans on your foreheads.”
“Killjoy,”[/i:2505a978e1] pouted Pacey.
[i:2505a978e1]“Joykill,”[/i:2505a978e1] mimicked Jack.
[i:2505a978e1]“Great so we all are in agreement.”
“The lady has spoken. But beer is too easy. Joey will be knocked out over there and you and I will be catching Sports Center.”
“Jen has some tequila stashed under her bed. We can do shots. I’ll go get it.”[/i:2505a978e1] Jack raced up the stairs to raid Jen’s stash.
[i:2505a978e1]“Shots? I thought we were drinking beer.”
“I thought you were an experienced drunk Josephine.”
“Oh yeah I forgot. Line em up.”
"So Jo. It's just you and me here. You can back out of this at any time."
"I never back down from a challenge Mr. Witter."[/i:2505a978e1] I crawled over to his end of the couch on all fours, climbing up his legs that were stretched out on the couch.
[i:2505a978e1]"Is there something I can help you with my dear?"[/i:2505a978e1] I lifted myself up to his eye level, chest to chest. I could feel his heart beating against me. A small smile curled on his lips as I stroked the length of his arm. [i:2505a978e1]"You're not getting my beer Jo."
"Please,"[/i:2505a978e1] I pouted. [i:2505a978e1]"I'm parched."
"Bat your eyes all you want. I need this disgustingly warm beer to wash down my chex mix."
"How about I give you something better than chex mix?"
"Now what could you possibly have that is better than the salty sweet crunchy goodness of chex mix?"
"Why don't you give me a sip of that beer and I'll show you."
"Not a chance chick. Beat it back down to your end of the sofa."
"No. I like it here. You're comfy." [/i:2505a978e1]His legs moved beneath me as he lodged his minor protest.
[i:2505a978e1]"I'm warning you. I'll dump your ass right on the floor."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Just try me."[/i:2505a978e1] He was driving me crazy taunting me like this. Those long eyelashes and that intense blue… [i:2505a978e1]"Shall I count to ten?"
"Please do. Good stuff always happens after you get to ten."[/i:2505a978e1] I snuggled down into his lap, my head resting on his crotch. [i:2505a978e1]"I really like this spot. It's so firm and inviting, makes me just want to put my face down and nuzzle."
"Ugh. You win. Take the beer and get off me."
"Thank you."
"You're not cute. You know you were playing dirty."
"I like it dirty."
"Woman -"
"Okay kids I am back with goodies," [/i:2505a978e1]interrupted Jack. He plopped down on the floor and dumped an almost full bottle of tequila and a collection of miniature plastic cups on the table.
[i:2505a978e1]“What are these thimbles?”[/i:2505a978e1] I asked eyeing the little plastic cups that Jack had set up in front of us on the coffee table.
[i:2505a978e1]“These are the little cups that they serve your meds in at the hospital. Grams has a lot of surplus stuff from when she was a nurse.”
“I would hardly call this a shot.”
“It’s either this or eight ounce juice glasses. Choking in your own vomit because of alcohol poisoning is not a good way to go.”
“So let’s get this started. Who’s first?”[/i:2505a978e1] asked Pacey as he poured us each a shot of tequila into our mini cups.
[i:2505a978e1]“I’ll start. What’s your bra size Joey sometimes they’re small and other times they’re overflowing?”
“I can answer that one man. I know all her secrets.”[/i:2505a978e1] I clamped my hand firmly over Pacey’s mouth before he could continue.
[i:2505a978e1]“Jack! I can’t believe you asked that.”
“My frat brothers made me do it. I called the house when I went upstairs.”
“You told them about our game?”
“Yes it is mandatory that I keep them apprised of all my activities while I am pledging.”
“But why that question?”
“They have seen pictures of you in my room. I guess they saw some fluctuations in your appearance.”
“You guys are such pigs. That one is going with me to the grave.”[/i:2505a978e1] I downed my shot. It tasted like Nyquil.
[i:2505a978e1]“Or at least until I can get you naked again,”[/i:2505a978e1] Pacey said giving me a quick wink.
[i:2505a978e1]“Dream on sailor boy. Okay Jack. Have you ever had an inappropriate thought about Pacey?”
“Hell no! No offense Pacey.”
“Offense taken. What’s wrong with me Jackers? You are looking at Grade A male perfection. Just look at this chest.”[/i:2505a978e1] He quickly pulled his sweater over his head revealing his fitted tank underneath. I tried to stifle my giggles as I leaned over to touch the soft ripple of Pacey’s upper arm. [i:2505a978e1]“Don’t be shy Josephine. Touch it. You too Jack.”
“Thanks Pace, but I’ll pass. From the looks of it Grams may have bigger biceps than you.”
“Hey!”
“I think you may be right Jack.”
“Enough with the Pacey bashing. My turn. Tell me Josephine have you had any inappropriate thoughts about me?”
“We used to date so – “
“Recently. Decide carefully. You know you can’t control your mouth once you’re drunk.”[/i:2505a978e1]
I poured myself another shot and slowly sipped it before I answered. [i:2505a978e1]“No,”[/i:2505a978e1] I said as I looked Pacey straight in the eyes.
[i:2505a978e1]“It’s bad karma to lie Joey.”
“Vanity is a deadly sin Pacey.”
“I know you. I know all the places your horny little mind can go.”
“Who says I’m horny.”
“Experience is a hell of a teacher.”
“And trained monkeys can use a computer. What is your point?”
“I can recognize the signs. Your suggestive body language, that lap dance you basically gave me, and the lusty looks you’ve been sneaking my way all night.”
“I have not!”
“Did you know your whole body turns red when you blush?”
“I’m not blushing.”
“Care to strip and prove me wrong?”
“Time out you two. Got to baste the roast.”[/i:2505a978e1] Jack scrambled to his feet and headed into the kitchen.
[i:2505a978e1]“Who ever heard of basting a roast anyway? Isn’t that an activity reserved for turkeys?”
“Actually basting is used for roasting a variety of meats. It keeps them moist.”
“Lucky us we got our own resident Julia Childs.”
“I prefer to think of myself as an Emeril Lagasse. A manly master of the culinary arts with a certain sexy charm that thrills the ladies.”
“I always thought Emeril had a rather large head. Ah now I see the resemblance between you two.”
“Are we critiquing body parts now Jo? Because I certainly have an opinion about your pointy knees.”
“My knees are not pointy.”
“Are too. They used to stab me in my sleep.”
“Well maybe if you didn’t feel the need to be so close to me, my knees would not have been such an issue for you.”
“I needed to be close? This is coming from the woman who basically had to straddle me in order to fall asleep.”
“I didn’t have a choice you hogged up all the bed. On top of you was the only place I could fit.”
“Was that a jab at my robust stature?”
“Robust stature? With that bird chest and those chicken legs?”
“Funny how you never complained before.”
“I hadn’t any means of comparison before. I’m a college girl now. Real men are everywhere.”[/i:2505a978e1] Tall men, short men, stinky men and some are hot. Really hot. None have piercing blue green eyes though, I’ve checked.
[i:2505a978e1]“Capeside did keep us pretty sheltered. I didn’t get to feel a real ass until I was at sea this summer.”
“Turd burgular!”
“Twat chops!”
“Bitchnugget!”
“Am I interrupting something here?”
“Not at all Jack. We were just anxiously awaiting your return.”
“I think it is your turn to ask a question.”
“Okay two seconds ago you guys were hurling epithets at each other that would make a trucker twinge and now its nothing?”
“Are you feeling left out? We could insult you too.”
“Jizzbeard!”[/i:2505a978e1] I crack myself up.
[i:2505a978e1]“Whoa. That’s okay. I don’t think my delicate sensibilities could take the abuse.”
“Abuse? That was pure affection. Isn’t that right Ms. Potter?”
“That’s right. Pacey knows he’s my favorite Jail Bait.”
“Yep and Joey knows she’ll always be my Skittish Kitten.”
“Hallmark should give you guys a job writing greeting cards. I am just swooning from all the love.”
“Stop stalling and ask us a question you modern mullet wearing panty waist.”[/i:2505a978e1] I couldn’t stop giggling. Jack did have a mullet and really bad highlights.
[i:2505a978e1]“Love you too Joey. My question is for Pacey. If your house was on fire and you could only save two things, what would they be?”
“Ooo I know the answer.”
“This isn’t Jeopardy. You can’t just buzz in Joey.”
“I’d actually like to hear this. What would I save?”
“Your stuffed Gizmo from the movie Gremlins and –“
“I thought Dawson was the only one who played with dolls.”
“Gizmo is not a doll. He is movie memorabilia.”
“They used to make them wrestle. Pacey’s Gizmo versus Dawson’s ET. Pacey even put a little Hulkamania tee shirt on Gizmo. It was so cute.”
“You say he’s cute now, but when were kids you didn’t think so. Remember that time I caught you sticking pins in him, your misguided attempt to sabotage me so that Dawson could win the next match.”
“I resent that. I would never hurt a defenseless stuffed toy. ET always prevailed because he wasn’t hampered by silly restrictions like no water or no midnight snacks.”
“But Gizmo had brute strength, he was a beefy little dude. ET had those long lanky arms and a potbelly; he was like an old man. Besides Gizmo had the ability to self-replicate, so he was unbeatable.”
“ET had the freaky glowing finger and could levitate. Gizmo didn’t stand a chance.”
“You guys have put way too much thought into this.”
“This is but a brief glimpse into my childhood. Can you see why I always wanted to leave Capeside?”
“Too bad Dawson and Pacey seem to have followed you.”
“I think it is my turn to baste.”[/i:2505a978e1] Pacey is so sensitive. It’s not like he actually followed me here. I came by car he came by boat. Boats can’t follow cars. Well unless they’re being towed. I need another drink.
[i:2505a978e1]“Sorry Joey.”
“For what?”[/i:2505a978e1] I refilled my cup and took another shot.
[i:2505a978e1]“I didn’t mean to bring up the ubiquitous Capeside triangle.”[/i:2505a978e1] Can you even have a triangle with only one person involved? That wouldn’t be a triangle at all, that would be a line.
[i:2505a978e1]“Don’t give it another thought. The triangle has gone the way of the dodo at this point.”[/i:2505a978e1] Who would name a bird that anyway? I bet the dodo isn’t even really extinct; he probably just changed his stupid name.
[i:2505a978e1]“Do the other two sides of that supposedly extinct triangle know that?”
“It seems clear to me that they do. Can I get a refill?”
“Don’t you think you need to slow down Jo? There hasn’t even been a question asked.” [/i:2505a978e1] I think this couch is getting smaller, because when Pacey left to go to the kitchen he definitely wasn’t sitting this close. Now his thighs were brushing mine.
[i:2505a978e1]“I’m pretty sure the questions are just a formality,”[/i:2505a978e1] I whispered in Pacey’s ear, resting my arm on his strong hard thighs. [i:2505a978e1]“I say we just do shots.”
“Okay you are cut off.”
“Who’s the killjoy now? What if I let you do body shots? You could put your lips anywhere you want.”
“Witter don’t you wish Karen were the one offering up that tasty suggestion right about now?”
“Who’s Karen?”
“Do you really want to have this conversation now when you are three sheets to the wind?”
“What does that mean anyway? Three sheets to the wind? It conjures up images of clothes lines.”
“I don’t know. Probably was coined by some drunk person.”
“It’s actually a sailing term.”
“Popeye has spoken.”[/i:2505a978e1] I snickered.
[i:2505a978e1]“Let’s go get you some water.”[/i:2505a978e1] I stumbled slightly as Pacey helped me off the couch. His grip tightened around my waist and suddenly I was very conscious of how close he was to me. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me steady to his side I could feel my head starting to spin. [i:2505a978e1]“Easy Joey. I don’t want you passing out on me.”
“I’m not that drunk Pacey.”
“Sure you aren’t.”[/i:2505a978e1] He propped me against the kitchen counter while he filled a glass with tap water. [i:2505a978e1]“Here drink this,”[/i:2505a978e1] he said offering me the glass.
[i:2505a978e1]“Can I get a tequila chaser?”
“What is going on with you tonight? Is this about Dawson?”
“You know everything in my life is not about him.”
“Always seemed like it to me,”[/i:2505a978e1] he mumbled under his breath.
[i:2505a978e1]“I heard that.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Yes you did.”
“Drink your water while I check the roast.”
“Smells good.”
“Looks good too. All that basting is paying off. Care to watch the master at work?”[/i:2505a978e1]
My mind pulsed with images as I stared at his jeans tighten around his butt. His muscular arms rippled as he opened the oven door. He reached into the scorching hot oven. His bare hand grabbing the pan only to recoil in pain as he was burned by the intense heat. Instinctively he placed his burned fingers into his moist mouth gently massaging them with his tongue. Easing them in and out to slowly ebb the pain. This time cloaked in the protective sheath of the oven mitt he dared to move the pan again, removing the large dome that covered the base.
In his left hand, he brandished a baster. It was long and thick made of smooth metal. He inserted the baster into the bubbling hot liquid at the bottom of the pan, gently swiveling its length to find the proper position. With his lip caught between his teeth he extracted the heat into the shaft, adeptly fondling the bulb end of the baster with his long skilled fingers. Pulling out inch by inch, careful not to lose the warm liquid cradled within, Pacey hovered above the firm flesh of the roast contemplating his next maneuver. Then suddenly he released the hot rush in a burst landing all over the simmering mound. I let out an inaudible sigh as I watched the juices spill over the sides of the roast into the pan. He looked back at me as he closed the oven door, satisfied by his performance.
[i:2505a978e1]“Now that’s how you baste a roast.”
“Absolutely,”[/i:2505a978e1] I said breathily. Pacey shot me a look of surprise. [i:2505a978e1]“It’s getting hot in here.”[/i:2505a978e1] I shed my baby blue cardigan to reveal the pale pink tank that I had on underneath.
He brushed his fingertips across my collarbone, lingering ever so slightly at the base of my throat. [i:2505a978e1]“You’re sweating.”
“I think I will take my water back to the living room.”
“Ok I’ll be right there.”[/i:2505a978e1]
I took deep breaths as I entered the living room, trying to steady myself from my foray into the kitchen.
[i:2505a978e1]“Jack, I’m back.”
“I see. I got to leave for a little bit. I just got a call.”
“Call from who?”
“It’s top secret.”
“Sounds exciting. Will there be hijinks and torture?”
“Can’t say for sure, but I’d much prefer the hijinks to the pain of torture.”
“Pain is not good. So tell them I said only hijinks for you.
“I’ll be back soon Joey. You can stop hugging me now.”
“Hurry back cause you’re my favorite Jack.”
“Pacey can you take her?”
“Give the man some air Potter.”
“That was not an invitation to jump on my back Jo.”
“Just one pony ride. Please Pacey.”
“She’s all yours Witter. Be sure to watch the roast.”
“I don’t think you should be driving.”
“I’m getting picked up.”
“At least someone is. I’m Sexless in the City.”
“See you later guys.”
“So Ms. Sexless. It’s just you and me. What do you want to do?”
“Ride me to the couch.”
“As you wish, Ms. Potter.”[/i:2505a978e1] He flung me off his back, depositing me in a lump on the calico cushions, before taking a seat at the end of the couch.
[i:2505a978e1]“Ouch. You don’t have to be so rough. Now let’s get down to business. Let’s talk about Karen.”
“Not now. There’s not much to say at any rate.”
“I want to know who she is. It’s in the ex-girlfriend handbook chapter 2. I have the right to know about my replacement.”
“How come I have never heard of this book before?”
“Have you ever been an ex-girlfriend before?”
“No but –“
“Butt your crack. Fess up. Is she prettier than me?”
“She is just a girl I work with. There’s nothing going on.”
“Do you want there to be?”
“It would be nice, but sadly she seems to be immune to my charms.”
“Oh that won’t last. Pacey resistance is a temporary exercise in futility.”
“Thanks Jo. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As you should. I warn you though that a group of us, your willing victims so to speak, have banded together to devise an antidote. Your days are numbered, my friend, you better get Karen while you can.”
“I see alcohol hasn’t dulled your wit.”
“Nope just my senses. My tongue is as sharp as ever. See.”
“You better put that tongue away or I am going to have come over there and suck it.”
“Mmm promise?”
“I never make a promise I don’t intend to keep.”[/i:2505a978e1] He lunged over, mouth opening aiming for my tongue.
[i:2505a978e1]“Pacey. Stop it.”[/i:2505a978e1] He steadied himself on my thighs as I shook him with my laughter.
[i:2505a978e1]“Back to your corner.”
“No I think I’ll stay. I like it right here, where I can pounce at any time.”
“You are like a predator.”
“A sexual predator? Because I could live with that.”
“No, a predator of the heart and you have an evil tongue.”
“You never thought my tongue was evil when I used to put it right about here.”
“Kindly remove your finger from my belly button Witter, or I will bite it off.”
“I do love it when you bite.”
“Pacey,”[/i:2505a978e1] I giggled. [i:2505a978e1]“Sometimes I wish I weren’t your ex-girlfriend. It’s not particularly fun and it hurts. Pain is not good.”
“I heard you mention that to Jack. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Sometimes I wish you weren’t my ex-girlfriend either.”[/i:2505a978e1] He said softly resting his head against my forehead.
[i:2505a978e1]“I could tell. I am pretty astute.”
“Without a doubt. What gave it away?”
“The way you want me and Dawson to get together. It’s pretty obvious you want to forget last year.”
“You are drunk,”[/i:2505a978e1] he said as he leaned back toward his end of the couch.
[i:2505a978e1]“Am not. I had a whole glass of water. I can see it. You are not hurt like you were with Andie. You actually look good. Really really good. Pacey did you look like this when we were together?”[/i:2505a978e1] I leaned my head against his hand that was resting behind me on the couch. I felt him stroke my hair ever so gently.
[i:2505a978e1]“I think we need to move on to coffee.”
“I think we need to move on.”
“I know. I read your postcard,”[/i:2505a978e1] he said pulling his hand away from my head.
[i:2505a978e1]“I memorized what it said and sometimes I say it in my head over and over. Just to make myself believe it was real. Do you want me to say what I wrote now?“
“I remember what you wrote.”
“I wrote...Pace, I never knew loving someone could bring so much pain. This summer I learned the hard way. I need you to know that I am hurt, but I am healing. I didn’t have the seas breezes to clear my head, but I am steadily gaining clarity living in this city. You’re not the only one who remembers everything, but I am praying that I will learn to forget. Thinking about us in any way hurts, and I don’t want to feel this anymore... Hey you never wrote back.”
“I guess I haven’t felt the need yet. I am going to put on some coffee.”
“Don’t run away. This is the good part.”[/i:2505a978e1] I pulled myself onto his lap straddling him with my knees resting on the cushions along side him.
[i:2505a978e1]“What’s so good about it?”
“We are together.”[/i:2505a978e1] I clasped my hands behind his neck, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck. [i:2505a978e1]”Let’s play another game.”
“Like what?”
“Scrabble or Parcheesi?”
“What the hell is Parcheesi?”
“What if you read me a story?”
“We already finished our book.”
“What if we started a new one?”
“What if I’d rather just talk?”
“Talk is overrated. How about some action?”
“What if I said I wanted to see more of you?”
“See more of me where?”
“What if I asked you over for breakfast tomorrow?”
“Are you cooking?”
“What if I am?”
“What if I asked you to make blueberry pancakes?”
“What if I agreed?”
“What if I decided to risk food poisoning and accept your invitation?”
“What if I asked you to risk something more?”[/i:2505a978e1] He drew a heart with his finger on my bare skin above the scooped neck of my tank top.
[i:2505a978e1]“Are you kidding?”
“What if I’m not?”[/i:2505a978e1] he asked in almost a whisper. He was a breath away from my lips. The scent of tequila warmed the small space between us. I watched him shift his gave to my mouth and then back to my eyes. He brushed a stray hair that had fallen in my face back behind my ear, grazing my cheek with his fingers.
[i:2505a978e1]“My head is spinning.”
“Must be the alcohol.”
“No I don’t think so.”
“Maybe we should slow down.”
“How about we speed up.”
“You are definitely drunk.”
“Stop basting around the bush.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”[/i:2505a978e1] He shifted closer to me opening his arms, beckoning me closer. My chest at his lips, I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I ran my hands through his wild brown curls. [i:2505a978e1]“Your hair has gotten so long.”
“I need a haircut.”
“I like it.”[/i:2505a978e1] I closed my eyes and inched down toward his face, pressing my lips fully against his forehead. I subconsciously licked my lips as I aimed lower this time intent on tasting his familiar warmth. The chorus of the Macarena blared between us, startling us out of the moment.
[i:2505a978e1]“It’s my phone,”[/i:2505a978e1] I said slightly annoyed by the interruption. That changed however, when I saw who the call was from. I clicked open my phone. [i:2505a978e1]“Dawson. Hi. How are you?”[/i:2505a978e1] I scampered to my feet and made a hasty retreat to the kitchen. [i:2505a978e1]“Did you get my message? Yes I know you are busy. I just…yes I know…I completely understand how chaotic things are for you now.”[/i:2505a978e1] I peeked into the living room. I could see Pacey still sitting on the couch, his hands tapping some unknown rhythm on the back of the couch. [i:2505a978e1]“Jen? No she didn’t tell me she spoke to you. I’m glad she was there for you. A godsend? Wow. No nothing’s wrong. I’m happy you have so much support. Remember I am here if you need me. You can call…ok…Lily’s crying? Talk to –“[/i:2505a978e1] I turned my phone off as Dawson abruptly ended the call. [i:2505a978e1]“Bye Dawson,”[/i:2505a978e1] I said softly.
[i:2505a978e1]“That was Dawson.”
“So I heard. How’s he doing?”
“I wouldn’t know. Apparently Jen would be a better source for that info.”
“Come here Joey. Sit back down.”
“I think I better get going. I have loads of studying.”
“Jack’s not back yet.”
“He’s on a mission who knows if he will ever come back.”
“We have to watch the roast.”
“You can handle it.”
“I am not going to let you wander the streets alone at night in your condition. Some guy is liable to take advantage of you.”
“Do you think so? Maybe I will be able to finally get a date from someone outside the Capeside city limits.”
“Stop kidding around. I don’t feel comfortable about this.”
“Good night Pacey,”[/i:2505a978e1] I said as I turned to head out the door. He was right behind me as I reached for the knob, his hand covering mine, preventing me from leaving.
[i:2505a978e1]“Joey wait.”
“You know you can talk to me.”[/i:2505a978e1] He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him. [i:2505a978e1]“About anything.”[/i:2505a978e1] His eyes were so sincere and pleading. His lips were full begging to be kissed. The room started to get hot once again. His eyes held mine, daring me to look away.
[i:2505a978e1]“Guess who’s back?”[/i:2505a978e1] I broke away, turning to Jack in the front doorway.
[i:2505a978e1]“Perfect timing.”
“For?”
“For you to take me home. Come on Jack,”[/i:2505a978e1] I said as I led him out the door, closing it behind me without looking back. |
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