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�So you�re leaving today?� A familiar voice spoke. Pacey carefully situated the final piece of luggage into the back of the car before he turned around in surprise. �Pops! What are you doing here?� �I thought I might see my son off that�s still permissible isn�t it?� They both stood there the moment awkward as Pacey shuffled his feet � a childhood habit. �Yeah, I just wasn�t expecting to see you here.� �I know I haven�t been the greatest father in the world to you.� �Things between us aren�t that bad Pops.� �Maybe. But they could be better. Should have been better. I was sitting in bed last night talking to your mother, commenting about how you�d all grown up so fast and how proud we both were of all of you. And something occurred to me. It was Christmas, a time to spend with your family, I saw you two times given the numerous days you were back in Capeside and both times I spoke less than 10 words to you. I realise that I don�t know everything that�s going on in your life. But the things I�ve heard from Doug, Gretchen and your mother�it makes me proud to be your dad. So I�m telling you son, face to face, I�m proud of you.� �Thank you.� �Standing here looking at you son, seeing all that you�ve accomplished�you did good. You�re an amazing talented, handsome, young man something I had very little to do with.� �Except for the good looks Pops. And the Witter charm.� �Except for the good looks and Witter charm. You do know son that you�re the type of man any woman would be lucky to have.� Mr Witter paused and looked up to where Joey was saying farewell to Bessie. �Joey Potter�s a very lucky woman.� �Dad�� �And an extraordinary woman. Honest and intelligent. I watched her and Bessie Potter grow up. Saw all the prejudice and challenges they had to face, some I contributed to by arresting Mike Potter. She�s your match Pacey. You�re both very lucky to have one another.� �It�s not like that...� �It is son. I may not have been much of a father to you over the years but I�m enough of a father to know this. You and Joey Potter. All I expect son is a wedding invitation for your mother and myself.� �Yes sir.� Pacey could not help but grin. �Now get going. You don�t want to leave Joey waiting.� �Thanks Pops.� �And don�t forget to drive safely!� Mr Witter called as he waved goodbye.
�Home sweet home!� Pacey cried in delight at the sight of his and Joey�s apartment. �Oh tv how much I�ve missed you!� �Pacey there are televisions in Capeside.� Joey reminded. Pacey ignored her. �Good ol� couch, how has it been? Dearest kitchen! Beautiful bathroom!! And my darling, darling bed!!� Joey watched in amusement as Pacey proceeded to kiss her pillows fervently. �Hey Pace! You�re not that desperate for something or someone to kiss are you??� Once again Pacey ignored her. Instead he concentrated on bouncing up and down on his bed. �Joey come lie on my bed. Feel the heavenly springs, the warmth and comfort of my blankets.� With that Pacey pulled Joey down on his bed. She lay in his arms kicking and screaming, laughing as Pacey tickled her. �Stop that! Pace! Stop it! Pacey!! Pace!!� He rolled on top of her. �Say it.� �No!� Pacey gleamed as his hands descended once more. �No!� Joey screamed in terror. �No! I give! I�ll say it!� �Well what are you waiting for?� �Pacey Witter is the king and I�m just his humble servant. He�s the most intelligent, sexy, irresistible man in the whole wide world.� Jumping up and down doing the happy dance Pacey yelled, �I�m the king! Who�s the king? I�m the king! Nah! Nah! Nah! I�m the king of the castle, you�re the dirty rascal! C�mon Jo! Say it with me! As your king I command you to!! Oh and don�t forget to do the happy dance!!� �Fine.� Joey pouted a little before she commenced the happy dance but there was a hint of mischief that lay hidden within her smile. �I�m the king of castle!! You�re the dirty rascal!!� �Josephine Potter! That�s not what you�re meant to say!!� Joey was the picture of innocence. �But that�s what you told me to sing Pace! I was only doing as you instructed.� �Cheat!� �Imbecile.� �Hey it�s not my fault you don�t appreciate the finer things in life like my bed for instance!� �And it�s not my fault that you�re an idiot who goes around kissing his pillows because he has nothing better to kiss.� As soon as the words had left Joey�s mouth Pacey�s lips were on hers. |
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