| Second Chance! Part 7 By Ellasblues Disclaimer: Characters property of Kevin Williamson & the WB. No copyright infringement intended. I love DC and love Pacey and Andie. This is my second fanfic and I hope you like it. Summary: It takes place three years after the finale. Over the next six months, Pacey Witter and his stuff had slowly taken over Andie McPhee�s apartment; if you could call it hers any more. She was still finding little mementos of Pacey�s last visit. Crawling under the bed she finally discovered the source of the odor that she had searched for, for the last half hour. She retrieved a very funky smelling sock, which crunched when she picked it up. With disgust she threw the sock away in the garbage. �It was not worth saving,� she ran through her mind .Reaching for the air freshener she sprays large amounts under the bed and around the trash can. Returning to her task, she stares at the blank piece of paper that lies before her. She taps the pencil on the counter, why did she agree to make a pie for thanksgiving? She should have let Pacey make the pie but she wanted to show him she could still cook. With Thanksgiving in only one day, she still needed to go to the store for ingredients: apples, flour, sugar, butter and caramel, she jots down. It was funny to think at this time last year her friend had set her up on a blind date, right before Thanksgiving, with a foot doctor named Mark. The name alone had already given her an indication that this date would not work, but she was willing to give it a shot. He was a nice person, but he was twenty years her senior and still living with his mother. She did not have to worry about blind dates anymore, she was a taken women and she never had to worry if she had a date on Saturday night. Every other weekend she would go to New York to see him. She was surprised how clean his apartment was, but with the limited space he had, it had to be clean. There was enough room for a bed, a table and of course in true Pacey style, a very big TV that took up the rest of the space. On the weekends when she was not in New York, he was here in Boston driving her crazy but she loved it. He was always trying new recipes out on her, she accused him of trying to fatten her up so no other man would want her. �It�s all part of my evil plan!� He rubs his hands together and follows with a diabolic laugh. She would like to think that this time around it was easier, that there was no outside influences to strain their relationship. Her days of seeing Tim and taking medication were gone; she had put that girl behind her. A private nurse was taking care of her mother in Providence where her parents had lived for the last five years. Twice a month Pacey and she would go visit her mother. She was doing better; only once in awhile she would slip and mention Tim. Pacey was to arrive from New York tomorrow to pick her up and they planned to head to Capeside to Jacks and Doug�s for supper. It had been a week and a half since she had seen him; some business at the restaurant had kept him from visiting. Running two restaurants was hectic and with her job she never knew when her pager would go off. She gathered her keys in her hand, double checking her list and locking the door behind her she walked down the stairs to face the crowds of last minute shoppers. Not half an hour after she had left, a rustle of keys was heard in the door. Pacey turned and nudged the door open with his foot making sure not to bang the door into the wall. Grocery bags filled his arms. �Hey Andie, can you help me?� He dropped one of the bags. �I guess you�re not home.� He laid the bag on the counters; retrieved the one that fell on the floor, picking up what spilled out from the bag. �I should be happy the eggs were not in this one,� he laughs to himself. In no time he had the empty cupboards stocked with food and had started on dinner. The radio was on full blast to one of his favorite Elvis songs. Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby. Baby, baby, b-b-b-b-b-b baby, baby. Baby Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you. He started to sing into the soup ladle; it is funny what you do when no one is watching. �Well, you may go to college, You may go to school. You may have a pink cadillac, But don't you be nobody's fool. Now baby, Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you� She walks in with an amused smile on her face. She had no idea that he was arriving tonight. He noticed her standing there watching him, he turned around and he could see that she was enjoying his performance. He kept on singing taking the grocery bags out of her hands. �Hello, gorgeous!� He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. �What I'm talking about. Come on back to me, little girl, So we can play some house. Now baby,baby Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby,� He picks her up and swings her around in the air and she screams with delight. �Now listen and I'll tell you baby Now this is one thing, baby That I want you to know. Come on back and let's play a little house, And we can act like we did before. Well, baby, Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, come. Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you. Yeah.� He sets her down and dips her and gives her a slow deep kiss. They continue to kiss, falling on to the couch. Out side only a soft giggling can be heard. The next sound is the noise of shoes being kicked off and falling to the floor. |
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