| Entry 2
That girl is still following me. Well, they both are. One in mind, one in body. It’s a great body, but I almost wish she wouldn’t bother. Most of these little rich girls don’t bother. Since I’m on daddy’s boat, I have to play nice. But if that girl knew what I was thinking, and how cold I feel towards her- and all the other girls, she’d be jumping off that pier and we’d never see her on this boat again. Ironically, I guess, our boat is docked at bay number 9. the one next door is occupied by a giant heap of scrap material, that got beat up down the coast somewhere.
But the other girl? The one that’s with me in spirit. In my mind she’s next to me, laughing at my jokes, looking at me with those narrowed chocolate eyes and smiling so intensely that for a second I forget whatever chore I’m supposed to be doing. The guys on the docks are used to me- one of them is kind enough to lend me his phone. I don’t use it, but it’s nice to know I can pick it up at any time and… well, you know what I mean. He tells me that the other workers think I’ve lost it. Apparently I’m ‘away with the fairies’. I just wish I could laugh and say that yes, I am. That their magic is what’s guiding me, and that the magic is love. But I cannot laugh. I can’t even cry. Not that I would. He cries. That boy cries. But Pacey Witter is a man. And no matter what it takes, I’m going to prove that I’m worthy. May Worthington be worthy of me.
Pacey Witter is an idiot. I need to get away, start over, get a new job and maybe even a new person to give my soul to. Not my heart. That’s a fixed point. Just SOMEBODY. No strings, no question’s asked. I don’t want to forget her. I’m just not sure if I can carry on. I haven’t gotten away from her. Half of me doesn’t want to, and the other half knows I have to let her go, for however long it takes.
Pacey Witter is getting his own storyline. |
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