A knock on the apartment door signaled Jen that it was time to start this party. It may not have been her apartment, which may have explained why it bothered her less than it did Joey to decorate.
“Trick or treat,” Jack chimed as soon as Jen opened the door. Both he and Scott were standing there. Not an hour earlier, Scott had been over helping as well, talking about Jack planning their costumes.
Well, the plan must have changed rather quickly, neither too thrilled with the outcome. Jen shook her head, laughing at the mismatched pair, as she let them inside and shut the door. “I thought you two were doing the couple thing.”
Scott replied, “That was before I found out his plan was Batman and Robin. We flipped a coin and I lost. There was no chance of me going through with that one.”
Jen grinned, “I would have liked to see you as Robin.”
“He claims that’s not happening, ever,” Jack recalled.
Scott fixed his glasses in place. “So there had to be a compromise. Let Jack fulfill his Batman fantasy while I do the alter ego thing.”
Jen arched an eyebrow, questioning, “I thought it was Superman that used the glasses as a mask.”
Jack pointed a finger at his boyfriend, exclaiming, “See, Scott, I told you so. You just wanted an excuse to wear glasses instead of contacts.” Jen chuckled at the way they were arguing.
“I told you I don’t give a damn about superheroes.“ Scott let out a sigh, aware Jen and Jack were ganging up against him. Rather than continue going in circles with Jack, he said to Jen, “I can’t see you reading comic books.”
Jen explained, “I don’t. But every plot of the show Lois and Clark involved the idea that Lois was an idiot thinking she was in love with two different men, who were really the same person.”
Scott threw up his hands in defeat. Wanting to change the subject, Scott finally checked out Jen’s costume, remarking, “I’ve never seen you look so preppy.”
Jack glanced at Jen’s outfit before informing him, “She was briefly a cheerleader in high school.”
“Really?” Jen backed up that statement with a nod. Turning to Jack, Scott asked, “How the hell did you stay gay after seeing her like that on a regular basis?”
Jen gave Scott a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. So sweet.”
Joey exited her bedroom upon hearing guests. “Why do I get the feeling the residents will never get their apartment back?”
Jen replied succinctly, “That would be your fault. Audrey, Keith and Brendan entrusted you with the responsibility of keeping this place in one piece until they return.” Joey glared at her in irritation, Jen reacting by sticking her tongue out.
“No, Audrey went to get ingredients for that punch thing and Keith had to pick up Brendan because his car broke down yesterday. None were thinking that you and the accountant would overhaul this place.”
Scott insisted, “I am not an accountant!”
Jen mumbled, “Yeah, yeah, Bruce Wayne, Dean Cain-version-of-Clark Kent, whatever. Still a bad compromise.”
Jack explained to Joey, “She’s just bitter about him not playing Robin, thereby not fulfilling her Dynamic Duo fantasies. Ignore her.”
Joey looked at the trio as if they were speaking a language she couldn’t comprehend. “Ooookay.” Pointing back to her bedroom, she said cautiously, “I’m changing into costume. When I return out here, there had better be more guests here so I can snub the three of you.”
* * * * *
A half hour later, guests had begun to arrive, Joey finally found safer people to deal with while situated at the counter. There was only one thing missing, as far as many of the guests were concerned…
Audrey entered the apartment, wearing a long trench coat and carrying a large shopping bag. Jen, Scott and Jack were by the stereo, debating which music would be a better choice. They watched her as she walked into the center of the room, then dropped the coat to reveal her costume.
“A Playboy bunny?” Jen quirked an eyebrow at the black unitard with a cotton tail.
“How Bridget Jones of her,” Scott observed, not masking the contempt for that particular choice.
“That would have been a good entrance if Keith were here yet,” Jack noted wryly. Jen hadn’t decided whether she was thankful for that or not, so she chose to nudge Jack in the side instead.
* * * * *
Audrey gave a cursory glance around the room. As soon as she saw Jen, her pleasure with the attention vanished. Then she noticed Joey; she stormed over to the counter, shrieking, “I can’t believe this! Of all the possible choices, I can’t believe Jen found something to top me.” Thankfully, by then, a music selection had been made so it was barely heard in the crowd.
Joey shrugged, “It’s just a cheerleader outfit she dug out of storage. You look way hotter.”
“Thanks, sweetie, but you also don’t know why this sucks so badly. See, Keith told me this morning he wasn’t interested in putting in the effort for a costume. So he found an old baseball uniform.”
Joey wanted to laugh at the coordination, but held back for Audrey’s benefit. “Do you think Jen knows?”
“Does it matter?”
“Think for a moment. This is Keith. He’d be more interested in the sex aspect, hence yours is perfect.” Even as Joey thought there was a better chance that Keith would think back to action he got in high school, being an athlete and all.
Doubt crept in Audrey’s voice as she said, “I hope you’re right.”
“Of course I am, bunny.” Joey giggled at the unintended joke. “I’ve always wanted to say that back to you.”
Audrey smiled warmly at Joey’s attempt to get her in a better mood. “I’d better get this drink together.”
* * * * *
A half hour later, Joey was sitting at the counter when she was approached. “May I have this dance?”
“To what?” She raised an eyebrow, as some screechy song that sounded to her like a drill dragging against metal siding played in the background.
Brendan leaned against the counter. “I don’t know. It just seemed to fit. The wallflower sitting all alone, getting the attention of the cool guy in school.”
Joey laughed, wagging her finger at him. “Don’t let the costume go to your head."
“If I don’t have a chance today, when will I?” Brendan wrapped an arm around Joey’s waist and pulled her toward him.
“I don’t know,” Joey teased, relaxing in his arms.
“You two look like you stepped out of Happy Days,” Audrey said, interrupting them, holding two clear plastic glasses filled with her drink.
“Thank you.” Joey replied, even though she was Sandy (pre-makeover) from Grease. But since Brendan was dressed as Fonzie, it was almost right - well, he said he was supposed to be Danny, but that’s not how it looked.
She handed one glass to each of them. “I need your honest opinion.”
Joey peered at the strange-colored beverage. Brendan took a whiff and immediately stepped back, asking, “What is in here? Every bottle in the cabinet?”
“No, just lime sherbet, orange juice, champagne, Jamaican rum…”
Joey cut her off, “I think we’re better off without the secret recipe.” She tried to get the courage to take a sip but chickened out, saying to Brendan, “You can die first. That way, Audrey feels less guilty.”
Brendan commented, “Just because I’m the only guy in this group doesn’t mean I can handle it.”
Audrey replied cheerfully, “Sure you can. The Fonz wouldn’t back down from a challenge.”
“I should have thought this through a little better.” He took a sip and promptly spit it into the nearby plant. “I’m never playing that game again.”
Both ladies laughed, Audrey taking the cup from Brendan. Joey and Audrey exchanged glances then successfully downed a gulp each, Joey immediately regretting that action as she dealt with the burning in her throat. Audrey stated, “When you want something done, ladies know they have to do it themselves if they want it done right.”
Joey quipped, “Is that your philosophy in other realms as well?” Brendan chuckled, the two enjoying being on the same side.
Audrey looked from Joey to Brendan, feeling she was missing the joke. Not what Joey said, she got that easily enough, but the way those two were in their own little world. Wanting the upper hand, she stated firmly, “Nothing gets past me.”
“Really?” Brendan laughed, not believing her for a second.
“I’m serious. I know all. I know stuff you wouldn’t think I know about people, but believe me I know.”
Brendan glanced in Joey’s direction, amused by Audrey’s determination. “If you say so.”
Audrey narrowed her eyes at him as she continued, talking to Joey as if Brendan weren‘t standing next to her. “See, I know all about the little surprise Jen’s cooked up. You will love it, Joey.”
Now Joey was curious. “And why do you think I will love it?”
“Just a hunch,” Audrey teased. The phone rang, interrupting them. Audrey held one finger up to hold that thought, then picked up the phone. “Hello…hold on.” She craned her neck, muttering, “Where the hell is he?”
“I thought you always had tabs on Keith’s whereabouts,” Brendan kidded.
“Funny, but not. It’s his mom. Oh, there he is,” spotting him for the first time as he chatted with a girl in a devil costume. A little relieved it wasn’t Jen standing there, she walked toward him.
Joey flashed a glance Brendan’s way. “This is bordering on sad. The thing is, it’s not like we’re hiding anything."
Brendan noted dryly, “I could have been kissing you and Audrey would have thought it was a CPR tutorial.”
“Interested in testing that theory out?” Joey teased, leaning in to kiss him. But her attention was diverted by the door opening at the opposite end of the room.
At the shift in expression, Brendan asked, “Something wrong?” He turned around and saw the guy that got Joey’s attention. Someone in a pirate costume had just entered. “Joey, do you know that guy?”
"He's here," she mumbled to herself. “Can you give me a few minutes?” Not waiting for an answer, Joey walked toward him.
Audrey bounced back to the counter, having found Keith to give the message. “Hey, what’s going on?”
Brendan pointed in the direction of the entrance. Audrey squinted, not sure of the person’s identity. “Is that who I think it is?”
Watching Joey cautiously approaching him, there was only one person it could be. “Pacey.”
Audrey snapped her neck to face Brendan. “You know about him?” Joey had made a point of not talking about Pacey anymore, even to her, so it seemed odd.
“Unfortunately,” he murmured under his breath. Noticing Audrey couldn’t hear him, he said louder, “Yeah, I know about that.”
“This should be very interesting. I wonder what brought him back in the picture. Moreover, I wonder if the two might get back together.” Audrey exclaimed suddenly, “We should start a pool.”
Brendan repeated, “A pool?”
Audrey excitedly continued, “We could wager on how long it takes those two to get back together. I put my money on two weeks. Slots will go fast…”
He snapped, “I’m not interested in betting on other people’s personal lives.” Or, in this case, his impending failure.
“That’s true because I keep losing when I bet on whether you’ll have a girlfriend anytime soon,” Audrey retorted back. She pushed Brendan toward two ladies chatting in a corner. “See that? They’re checking you out.”
“No, they’re not. The devil girl is waiting for Keith to get off the phone and the other is flirting with you.” He got away from Audrey’s grip long enough to sit on a stool.
Audrey turned around, shrieking, “You’re kidding!” Brendan shook his head. She did a 360 turn, enough time to see that he was right. “Wow, I’m, like, so honored. Madonna flirted with me.” Shaking off the high for a moment, she replied, “If I can attract a lady without trying, there’s hope for you yet. I will find one, I promise.”
Brendan replied flatly, “Don’t need your help,” his attention back on Pacey and Joey, who were still debating their first move.
She replied sarcastically, “Oh, yeah, that’s right, because all you have to do is snap your fingers and they’ll all come flocking. Whatever, I’ll bug you later.”
* * * * *
Pacey saw Joey walking toward him. It felt like slow motion. Either that or a flashback to years ago, when he was nothing more than an admiring friend.
In the time he’d been back in Boston, he’d been thinking of what he could possibly say after all this time. Even with the blonde wig and the costume temporarily distorting his normal view of Joey, it felt like little had changed. And yet, he knew that wasn’t quite true, for either one of them.
Pacey interrupted the silence with a joke. “It’s not a party unless someone crashes it.”
Joey broke into a smile, then gave him a hug. “So glad to see you.” At this moment, it felt like retrieving a lost puzzle piece.
“You too, Potter.” Potter. She hadn’t been called that since he left town.
Even though she was aware Pacey had been in town for a while, Joey was anxious to find out which friend had been hiding him from her. “How long have you been out here?”
“Almost four months. I know, I shouldn’t have…”
Joey cut him off. “Don’t apologize.” He didn’t need to justify that part of his absence, even though it was quite a long time. What she really wanted to know was what happened to the previous two years. How he could disappear without a trace.
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t the best decision.”
They were interrupted by a crash. Joey looked around, identifying the sound as nothing more than the sound effects tape Scott played intermittently to provoke such a reaction. Joey offered, "Maybe we should go for a walk." Pacey agreed, letting Joey lead them out.
* * * * *
Jen walked past the CD player, toward the chips, when she heard a voice that got her attention. There was yelling, though none clear over the music to decipher. It drew her over to the bedroom nearest the exit. Keith’s room. She pressed her ear to the door, hoping to hear better. She could only hear Keith’s voice, concluding either the other person was talking low or he was on the phone.
“I’m sick of caring about this. Go drink yourself into a stupor, it won’t do any good.” Then was the slam of the phone, followed by silence.
Jen wasn’t sure what to make of the snippet she heard, other than it not sounding like a pleasant conversation. Finally, the door swung open, Jen falling forward from the force.
Keith observed her on the ground. “What are you doing?”
“Um, I dropped a quarter.” She looked up, taken in by the blue and white pinstripe uniform. Her eyes traveled upward, to the brim of the baseball cap shading over his pale blue eyes. He offered his hand, which she accepted as she got up from the carpet, brushing crumbs off her skirt. “I guess I’ll find it later.”
“Yeah.” Keith chuckled as he saw the blue and yellow cheerleading outfit. The most tantalizing outfit Jen could have possibly worn, showcasing that, as he suspected, there was an amazing figure. That and… “This is scary.”
At Jen’s raised eyebrow, he pointed from his costume to hers. It was then that she realized they were connected.
“Oh dear.” Jen laughed. “I guess we’ll have to walk down the hall arm in arm.”
She had meant it to be a joke, but both realized there was more to those words than that. There was more to them than simply being part of the popular crowds in high school. Jen couldn’t simply forget the hurtful way he’d been to her - and, as the earlier phone call proved, to others as well.
It had been good for a brief moment but Keith could see Jen’s mood clouding over, back to the way she’d been the last few weeks. Something had gone seriously wrong the morning in the café and he was lost as to what. All he recognized was Jen despised him yet couldn’t keep away.
At last, Jen replied, “I should get back to,” pointing behind her, “that mess.” Without another word, she got consumed by the crowd.
* * * * *
Pacey and Joey exited the building, crossing the street as they headed for the dock. They both sat down on the edge, letting their legs dangle over the pier.
"How's life treating you?" Joey asked, not quite sure what to say now that they couldn't be interrupted.
Rather than give the real answer, Pacey went into the tour guide response. "It's amazing out there. Whether it's living off the islands for a few days at a time or the whale watch I'm sometimes assigned to on these boats, there's something exhilarating about the water."
Joey grinned as she thought back to their summer on his boat. "I know." Then she brushed off that thought. "How long are you staying in town?" No need to get attached to someone who wouldn't be in town long.
Pacey was caught off-guard by the question. He shrugged, “I have no idea. During the winter season, they cut back on hours given there are fewer trips. I may settle in town, given there’s so many job possibilities here, until the spring.”
“Settling isn’t a bad thing, Pace. You already have people in town.”
“That’s not my concern.” He glanced at Joey. “If I did, would that bother you? After all, you’re the ex and you’ve established roots.”
“Of course I don’t mind,” she exclaimed, noting his concern about her. “Your friends are here.”
“That’s not what I meant, Jo,” he said quietly. This time, he turned toward her, removing her blonde wig so it was easier to think it was the same girl. “What are we?”
Joey bit her lip. “We’re two people trying to find our way. Just happened to be that brought us to the same place after all.”
Pacey remarked, “That’s true, we’re not in Capeside anymore.” Joey tilted her head away quickly, enough to have the hair bunched atop her head to fall down her shoulders. “I know we had our problems but I guess I needed time to figure out who I am. I don’t think of myself as a screw-up anymore…okay, not normally, but I’m sure Pop could change that in five minutes.” He smiled wryly. “Getting away from everything was the right move.”
Joey nodded, seeing that he was in healthier spirits than their last few times together. “Here I thought you were deliberately trying to avoid everyone.”
“Well…I may have been avoiding one person since returning to Boston.” Pacey ran a hand through his hair, looking away from her. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about our first meeting being a disaster.” Then it hit him. “You knew I was in town before tonight?”
“Yeah,” Joey conceded. “I saw you working weeks ago.”
Pacey felt deflated by that news. “Oh.”
“I didn’t know what to do. It was confusing, as if a fantasy come to life. Except the people involved were two years older and wise enough not to believe it was real.”
He scrunched up his forehead, confusion written on his face. “It’s not something you’d want to come true anymore?”
“Of course it’d be wonderful if it existed. That’s not how the world is.” The guy of your dreams can rip everything apart, leaving you to pick up the pieces. Figuring out what you could have done to prevent the series of events from taking place.
“Right,” Pacey feeling foolish for thinking she meant anything other than being more practical. “What we had couldn’t be redone.” Joey looked into his eyes, able to read what he wanted without him saying anything more on the subject. Her eyes darkened and crinkled in the corners, uncertain she wanted to answer his plea.
Finally, she said softly, “Maybe I don’t want that anymore. While I do consider the possibility of rebuilding our friendship, it cannot be the way it was.”
“It was a silly idea.” Pacey tried to erase their unspoken moment from his mind. “I shouldn’t assume that just because neither of us are in a relationship that means we should try…”
“Actually…” Joey interrupted him. “I’m seeing someone.” She surprised even herself when she said that.
“You are?”
More definitively, she stated, “Yes. So I won’t consider this as a suggestion.” She needed to get away from Pacey right now, before she changed her mind.
“Definitely not a suggestion,” Pacey affirmed, masking the hurt and surprise of Joey’s words.
Joey gave a slight smile. “That’s good.” Though she knew he wasn’t telling the truth, she couldn’t let that affect her decision. “I’ll see you later.”
* * * * *
“Hey, so are you enjoying my concoction?” Audrey asked Keith, who was holding a glass while changing CDs.
Keith replied, “It’s living up to your hype. Damn, it’s strong.”
“Considering you’re somewhat of an expert at this type of stuff, that means a lot.”
He said sardonically, “Just what I strive for.”
“Is everything okay back home?”
“As good as it gets.” He settled on a selection then headed for the kitchen.
Audrey wrinkled her forehead, confused. She followed him. “What does that mean? Your mom didn’t sound well.”
“It means the story never changes. She was under medication, or whatever she’s calling the bottle this week.” Keith shrugged, settling against the wall. “There’s nothing to say about that.”
Somewhat giddy to finally get a little information from the source about his family, Audrey asked, “Do you miss her?”
Keith mulled over how to answer that. Finally settling on, “There are some things I miss about her.” A reply that said as little as possible yet still acknowledging the question’s existence.
Audrey accepted that reply, not wanting to press the subject tonight. She held onto the edge of the sleeve as she inquired, “Did you play for real or just swipe the costume?”
“First base and outfield mostly. Are you the only one who gets to ask questions?”
She offered a crooked smile, realizing he had a point. “Go ahead. Ask away.”
He gave a smirk before asking, “So do you perform in that costume on weekends?”
Audrey wanted to be offended, but was actually thrilled that he had noticed her. “Well, I tend to do private shows.” She rested her hands on his hips, swaying to the music as proof.
“Private shows. Fascinating way to make money,” Keith mused, moving along with Audrey.
“Is that your way of asking for one?” She pressed herself closer to him. “I would consider giving a discount. Half off.”
“Is that your price or what you’re offering?” Keith could see Jen out of the corner of his eye, showing her obvious displeasure with the situation. More than anything, he wanted to get a reaction out of her that went beyond mere disapproval. For once, he was pretty sure he hadn’t meant to anger her, which only bothered him more as he went over possible misinterpretations.
This much he knew - it wasn’t about Audrey when he bent down to kiss her. He could feel Jen’s eyes were off him as she left her spot in disgust. He was at the same time relieved and remorseful for what he’d just done.
Audrey broke away from the kiss, satisfied with the outcome. “You thought I didn’t have any powers,” she cooed.
Keith forced a smile as he replied, “I guess you’re right,” noting that Jen had just walked out of the apartment.
* * * * *
“Hey Pacey.”
Pacey was sitting on the dock, two blocks away from the apartment. He turned around to see Jen walking towards him. “Hello.” She sat next to him. “Why did you lead me to believe Joey was single?”
Jen was puzzled by the question. “Because she is.”
“That’s not what she told me.”
The blonde sat down next to him, disgusted with the turn of events. “If there’s one thing tonight has proven, it’s that I know nothing when it comes to relationships.”
Pacey chuckled, “That is clearly true for both of us.” He shook his head. “It’s not like I seriously thought everything would return to the way things were. I had assumed she was already seeing someone when I first returned to Boston. But… I guess I got my hopes up for tonight so it’s a letdown to be back where I thought I was months ago.”
“You’re not at that point. When you returned, you didn’t have any of us as support. Joey was just surprised to see you…”
“Actually, not as much as you might think. She had spotted me before tonight, but she didn’t want to intrude on my new life.” Pacey looked out into the water, forlornly. “Jo was prepared to shut me down.”
Jen felt certain Joey had lied. Audrey wouldn’t have started the pool that night about them reuniting while Keith was still convinced that Joey couldn’t attract guys based on her demeanor. What she didn’t know was why. Was it about not reliving the past? Spite? Hurt? But Jen couldn’t be the one to tell Pacey that.
When Jen didn’t have an answer, Pacey thought it better to change the topic. “What brings you out here?”
She let out a deep sigh. “I’ve reached the conclusion that my taste absolutely stinks. I should resign from the dating scene.”
“And do what? Learn the finer points of embroidery while your grandmother gets more action than you going to bingo nights at the church?” Pacey shook his head. “Uh uh, Lindley. Now, tell me what your crush did this time.”
“He kissed Audrey. Which wouldn’t be a problem in itself, except that he was doing it to show what I gave up on. It’s all a goddamn mind game with him.”
Pacey said drolly, “If that’s true, he’s clearly succeeding.”
“It’s so fucking irritating. I refuse to stoop to his level but…” She emitted a yelp, startling Pacey. “You’re right. If I know this, why am I letting it happen? More importantly, how can I get it to stop?”
“Before I suggest anything, I have one question. Which is worse, that he kissed another girl or the reason he did it?”
“The reason,” Jen replied definitively.
“Okay. Confront him. Tell him this isn’t right. It’ll help release the anger you clearly have toward him. Besides, I may not know Audrey well but I’m sure he can’t justify treating her or anyone else like a pawn in a chess match.”
“I like this idea.” She stood up, determined to do just that. “Keith will get exactly what he deserves.”
* * * * *
Joey sat outside the apartment building for hours. People came in and out, including Jen, but no sign of Pacey. She was prepared for the day they’d meet. There was a sense of closure to seeing him again, one which she had been unable to experience before.
The question was why did everyone assume that her life began and ended with Pacey.
Ever since she saw him at the dock, Joey had to admit that Pacey had been plaguing her thoughts. But it was no longer this overwhelming feeling that she once had when it came to him. Call it resentment, if you must, but she had reason not to trust him after he had gone and destroyed the best thing that had ever happened. True, he still caused her stomach to do flip-flops but she was at the point where that was no longer a valid reason to throw everything away.
Finally, she set foot in the apartment. Few people were still there, the party winding down. Scott was cleaning up around the stragglers, none recognizable to her.
“Where is everyone?”
Scott looked around innocently. “You don’t see the people?”
“I mean people I know, not your co-workers and the people who smelled Audrey’s drink from blocks away.”
“Oh. Well, Keith basically indicated that Jen should stop hounding him so, naturally, she’s sleeping on a chair in his room while he’s passed out, wanting the last word.” Joey chuckled appropriately. “Audrey went with Jack to see the apartment for the first time, but I suspect it’s as much about the pirate guy.”
“She knows about ‘the pirate guy’,” Joey told him, not sure if Scott was enlightened regarding Pacey.
“I just thought it’d be easier without saying…yeah, I’ll shut up. Brendan hibernated in his room hours ago after getting annoyed with Keith and Audrey for fixing him up with random girls.”
Silently relieved to hear that he hadn’t gone off with someone else, she told Scott, “Why don’t you head home? I can take care of the rest of this.”
“Are you sure that’s okay?”
“Jen’s here,” Joey replied quickly. “I’ll give her the duty.”
Scott dropped the garbage bag he was holding. “Thanks, Joey.” He picked up the briefcase that was part of his costume and headed out.
* * * * *
After changing into more comfortable attire, Joey carefully opened the door to Brendan’s room. He was fast asleep. The thing she found most assuring about Brendan was the comfort, the idea that she couldn’t see getting hurt by him. Maybe some would say that wasn’t a valid reason, but she knew there was a chance she’d broken that tonight.
She lifted the blanket and slid in, wrapping herself under his outstretched arm.
Brendan opened his eyes, surprised to see Joey staring back. “What are you doing here?”
“Where else would I be?”
“Pacey’s was my guess. Since neither of you returned…”
“I left him hours ago. I told him I was attached.”
“Why’d you lie?” They had never dated, or even hung out outside the house.
“The funny thing was it didn’t feel that way. It doesn’t now either. I know we said tonight was supposed to be the unveiling…it just felt right when I said it to him.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t go back to him, after everything you told me about the past.”
“That’s just it. That was the past. Do you really think I’d drop everything just to be with Pacey?”
Brendan answered straightforwardly, “Yes.”
Okay, maybe he had a point, given that she had done so when she joined Pacey on his boat. But that was years ago - she’d like to think she was a little more mature than that. “I wouldn’t do that to you,” she informed him, sealing that with a soft kiss.
