Joey�s POV
As I lay in bed my mind wanders over the last few days. What a change; a few days ago I was getting kicked out of my crappy apartment in a bad part of New York and now I�m in a huge apartment in a nice soft bed. Even before I went to Worthington my life wasn�t this nice. I could get use to this. Except for the fact that I�ve almost let my secret out, but I made a nice save. It was going to be harder to keep than I thought.
My alarm went off at ten, which is what I had set it for. Pacey�s friend was taking me shopping today with his credit card. I smile, this was going to be fun.
At quarter past eleven the doorbell rang. I answer it and find a blonde standing on the other side. She is very pretty, but short, especially because I�m freakishly tall.
�Hi,� she says. �I�m Jen and you must be Katie.�
�I guess my reputation precedes me,� I say.
�Well when I get a call from Pacey, saying he brought a strange woman home from the hospital who he hit with his car and she needs clothes, I�m here to help. You wouldn�t want Pacey taking you shopping anyway. But I do have his credit card,� Jen says, holding it up.
�Well what are we waiting for then?� I say as I follow her out the door.
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�Okay, this isn�t going to work either. I can never find anything that fits,� I say, realizing that I�ve let out a little information again. I look over at Jen as I come out of the changing room with pants that are too small. It doesn�t seem like she noticed my slip. I�m probably just paranoid.
�Well I guess we keep looking,� Jen says. We�d found some things but I�ve always had a problem finding pants because most places don�t carry tall pants.
�So what�s the deal with Pacey?� I ask, walking back into the changing room.
�What do you mean?� Jen asks.
�Well, it�s just- not a lot of guys would take strange women home from a hospital who they�ve hit with a car,� I say. Especially strange women like me.
�Yeah, well Pacey�s different from a lot of guys,� Jen says with a smile.
�Sounds like you guys had a thing,� I say, coming out of the dressing room.
�No, actually, we never did,� Jen says. �We�ve always been just friends. I think he�s the only straight guy in New York I haven�t slept with.�
�Why?� I ask, a little worried.
�Well we�re such good friends, I think of him more as a brother than anything,� Jen says, then seeing the look on my face she continues, �but there is nothing wrong with him, you can talk to a lot of girls who wouldn�t say that. Well not a lot, but��
�No, it�s okay,� I say, interrupting her, �I wasn�t planning on dating him anyway. At the moment it�s just a place to stay.�
�It must suck,� Jen utters.
�What?� I ask confused.
�Not being able to remember who you are, or anything for that matter,� Jen says.
�Oh�yeah, it sucks,� I declare quickly hoping she�ll drop it.
�I mean not remembering your name or where you live or your family,� Jen says.
�Yeah, it feels kind of�� I struggle trying to find the word.
�Empty?� Jen offers.
�Yes, empty. I feel kind of alone,� I say, which wasn�t entirely a lie. I do feel alone.
�Well you�re not alone now,� she says with a smile. �I�m sure your memory will come back soon.�
�Yeah, I�m sure it will,� I say as we head downstairs.
�But in the meantime we haven�t done nearly enough damage to this card,� Jen expresses as she holds Pacey�s card with almost too much enjoyment. �You�ve seen his apartment; you know he can afford it.�
�Let�s continue our damage,� I say, smiling as I follow her.
�He can pay now and cook tonight,� Jen says.
�He is a good cook,� I say, as we head into the next store.
�Well, it�s his profession. It�s what he loves most in the world and we get it for free every Wednesday night,� Jen says looking at some of the clothes. Seeing my look of confusion, she explains that they get together every Wednesday.
�That sounds like fun,� I reply.
�Yeah I guess,� Jen says, �The sad part is that�s the only time I ever see him. He�s always working. Well, let�s find you some clothes.�
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