Nowhere Fast

Chapter 23 - Where We Ended Up


Pacey Witter

"Pacey!" Joey exclaimed as she burst into my room. For today, I opted not to close the bathroom door. "Should I load this in your car or Jack’s?"

I looked up to see her struggling to hold up her wall mirror. "You don’t need to look in it. After all, I’m not around so who would you need to impress?"

Joey thought about it for a second, then laughed it off. "Just for that, it’s going in Jack’s car. I’m not haggling with B&B patrons over the bathroom mirror."

I said sarcastically, "Yeah, I’m sure Jack won’t mind driving with that for hours on end. Besides…" I stopped myself before I gave away anything. I sat down in my chair, pretending to resume studying for my last final. How could I have been the only one of us stuck with a final on the last day?

Joey was moving all of her belongings into her new dorm room. Campus Residences hadn’t forgotten about her after all and gave her a notice for a room with some random roommate. So, as she initially planned, she packed all her stuff for me to drive to Marie’s dorm. Well, now her dorm. She had already convinced Marie to let her leave her car at her parents’ house and allow Jack drive her back home instead. So we opted to pack both cars at the same time, which seemed the easiest solution.

Joey was watching me intently, waiting for me to finish that thought. When I didn’t answer her, she asked, "Besides what?" She sauntered over to my desk and shut the book on my desk. "Is there a reason I shouldn’t try to add this to the load?" She had desperately wanted to know any Christmas-related surprises ever since it was clear there was a surprise. It would shock her to know that it wasn’t necessarily my surprise. I had been careful to keep quiet about what her gift was, but that wasn’t the main secret. It definitely wasn’t connected to what I was about to blurt out, anyway.

Neither of us noticed Charlie standing at the bathroom door until he said, "There’s not a chance in hell that damn plank will fit."

Joey rolled her eyes my way, then raised her head to acknowledge him. "Jack could always tie you to the roof."

"Wouldn’t that imply that he’d have to tie you down later on? Actually, that could be a benefit, especially since Jack could be too tired and accidentally make some loose knots."

She glanced at her watch. "Twenty six hours until I truly leave for Capeside. Thank fucking goodness for a month without you around."

I pointed outside. "Joey, why don’t you bring it downstairs and ask Jack if there’s really any room for it." Joey was still seething, but obliged as she dragged the mirror out the door.

"You two really get on my nerves," I sneered. I wonder if this was the way Joey and I sounded at the beginning of the semester. I really hope not.

"If Joey insists on treating me like a criminal after all this time, there’s no way I’m gonna just stand there and let her get away with it." It was difficult to understand why Joey still acted as though Charlie was Abby’s friend. Charlie wasn’t exactly pleased about her attitude but he knew better than to be offended by any of Joey’s remarks. "Anyway, we really are in a rush to get to the city. If we’re late, I’ll never hear the end of that error."

"Jack still doesn’t know?"

"I doubt it. I told him to leave space because I had a large gift to deliver. He thinks his Christmas gift is in a box I loaded in the beginning but it’s really a placeholder."

"Good decision. I’m sure you don’t mind the suffering this will cause Joey."

Charlie grinned. "That’s a bonus. Part of me would really like to see her reaction to that torment."

"I don’t think Jack would mind too much if you went back home with him. It’s much better than staying in the dorms." This would mean that I would be the only one returning to the dorms after the holidays.

"He has enough to deal with without my company." That was true; there would be enough of a problem in the McPhee household without a boyfriend whose presence would probably not be welcomed. Jack had been pretty nervous the last couple of days between his final exams, seeing his parents again, and his surprise. I had been a little cruel in assisting both Charlie and Jack in surprises that had the distinct possibility of clashing. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow when Jen and I would find out the results. "I’d better get downstairs before Joey puts anything else into that car." I nodded in agreement as he left the room.

We were all meeting in New York City tomorrow to have our own version of Christmas before Jack and Joey drove back home. With Jen’s parents away on a business trip for the holidays, her place was being used as a headquarters for anyone staying in town for the next couple of days. She and Drue had been so helpful; maybe because neither had family particularly interested being familial, and were able to reserve a table in a rather upscale restaurant. Well, upscale for the budget of a bunch of college students, anyway.

I resumed studying, hoping the time would pass quickly until this damn exam and semester were over. I had been able to tune out Joey and the guys moving everything else out of the room until I heard her whisper, "Pacey?"

"Hmmm?"

"They’ve left campus. Finally." Joey plopped down on my bed, completely exhausted. "I’m not sure which is more tiring, moving or explaining to them what box to put where." She shook my car keys in her hand to capture my attention. "I could drive over now and get settled so I’m not bothering you."


"I thought you were worn out."


"I am but I thought I’d settle in while you’re at the final. That way, we have the entire night to ourselves. I’ve already checked out of my room so it’ll be just the two of us. No interruptions whatsoever. When’s the last time we’ve that type of opportunity?" She got up off the bed and walked over to me, sitting down on my desk right next to my textbook.

"Almost every night in your room." For some bizarre reason, we always ended up here even though her place made so much more sense. Maybe it was the lure of the television - I really couldn’t tell you why here was more appealing. All I can say is that Jack has spent many a night on either Joey’s bed or Charlie’s roommate’s bed.

Joey clarified, "I meant here. Now you be a good student and I’ll leave you alone."

I tapped my pen against her thigh as I protested, "Do I have to be a good student? I prefer punishment. Especially when you’re delivering the penalty."

"Yes, you do. Because as much as I’d love to tell you what a bad little boy you’ve been, I’d rather give you incentive to do well." Joey slipped off a sneaker and grazed her foot along my leg. She raised her foot, traveling up my leg until she reached my knee and then stopped. "Is that enough of a preview for you?"

I pretended to consider her offer. "I don’t know if I’m entirely convinced, Miss Potter."

Joey bent forward, her lips coming within three inches of mine, and hissed, "Then I guess you’ll have to trust me." She smiled then jumped off the desk and put her sneaker back on. "Good luck." I watched her walk out of the room.

She still amazed me sometimes. I couldn’t imagine how I’d gone through the first eighteen years of my life without her. It wasn’t purely just the romantic or sexual nature of our relationship. Even if a disaster occurred tomorrow, or if circumstances forced us apart, I knew that she would still had a profound impact on my life. Some days, I felt as though I was dreaming to have someone as incredible as Joey Potter in my life.

It wasn’t quite that either. There was a time when I didn’t think that Joey deserved someone like me. That also seemed to be so far away, even though it was only two or three months ago. No, it was definitely the fact that she was able to bring out the inner-achiever in me. Even Doug had noticed the change.

Imagine that possibility. Not once did I ever consider that I’d start talking to him. After all, he was supposedly just like Dad. Now, he had admitted that he was proud of his younger brother. It felt strange that I had basically copped Doug’s answer for the college application essay thinking that there wasn’t a true answer to the question. Now, I could honestly say I didn’t need to do that anymore.

Write about a person who has greatly influenced your life.

The one that finally saw me for the person I really am. The person that made me want to be a better man. The person that completed me. The one…

I sound like a fucking movie cliché. If I seriously had to write an answer to that question at this very moment, it would probably drown in melodrama. They all sounded silly to me before but I could understand them clearly now.

* * * * *


Jack McPhee

I struggled to keep up with Charlie as we maneuvered through the maze of the crowded train station. I asked, "Is this going to take very long?"

"Don’t worry about it. Just happens to be that a friend is visiting the city for a few days." Charlie threw this information at me when I parked the car, correctly realizing that I wouldn’t be thrilled to make this detour. I hadn’t had a chance to get many details in his haste to get here on time. He found a clear spot by the flower shop and finally stopped walking.

"Is this a close friend?"


"Not that close. It’s not as if I’m deserting you. I just thought I’d welcome her back. No big deal."


"Okay," I said cautiously. I hope that whatever he had in mind wouldn’t interfere with my surprise for him. It took a lot of convincing, of both Pacey and myself, that this would be a wonderful idea. The last thing I needed was some goddamn tourist botching it up. "So what should I be on the lookout for?"

"Um, she’s got long blonde hair, last I checked. She’s probably only carrying one bag… you know what, don’t worry about it. There are so many that fit that description."

I teased, "Is this your way of tricking me to see Abby?"

"Impossible. She cut her hair a week ago," he replied sourly. "Why the hell would I invite her?" It wasn’t difficult for me to steer clear of Abby since she now lived off-campus and drove an hour to and from school every day. She still had a class with Charlie so she wasn’t completely avoidable.

"Jack!" A familiar squeal could be heard across the terminal. But it couldn’t be familiar since I wasn’t seeing her… It was probably just a person who sounded like her, calling out for a person with my name.

I looked around, and sure enough, there was Andie, racing over to us. Before I had the chance to figure out what was going on, I hurried towards her. We wrapped ourselves in an embrace that lasted a minute.

When I finally got over the shock of her being here, I exclaimed, "What are you doing out here? You knew I’d be home tomorrow night." I pulled away to take in her appearance. Some things never change, like the chance that Andie would be carrying a pocketbook with several pamphlets sticking out.

"Yeah, but who am I to resist a free train ticket. Which reminds me, where is my tour guide?"

"Tour guide?" I glanced back at Charlie, who was still standing in front of the flower shop.

Andie followed my gaze, then whispered, "Is that the guy I’ve been hearing about?"

I muttered, "Yeah," realizing that, as much as I was happy to see her, Charlie had inadvertently ruined my plans. Assuming that he was the tour guide, of course.

Andie bounced over to him, dragging me along behind her. When we finally reached him, that energy wasn’t quite there and she actually held back, not quite sure what to say. As much as Andie could claim on the phone that she was very happy that I was happy, this was different. If we were in Providence, she could easily ignore any changes that have occurred since the beginning of the semester. Here, in New York, with someone from that new life, especially the guy I am dating, standing right in front of her, there was no way she could pretend everything was the same.

That initial awkwardness soon subsided as Charlie took out a sheet of paper and read from it. "Welcome to New York City. Right above us is the famous Madison Square Garden, known for Knicks games and supposedly once the boxing mecca of the world."

Andie couldn’t help but laugh as the two began comparing notes. I shook my head in disbelief as I followed behind them. They talked as if they had known each other for years. I wondered exactly how many top-secret conversations had already taken place.

We bought cups of coffee and walked through Central Park when Andie exclaimed, her arms outstretched, "It’s snowing! There’s just something special about the holidays when there’s a chance of snow on Christmas morning. I hope this will return in two days." She retracted her arms and took a sip of coffee. "I feel like I’m in one of those black-and-white films."

I gazed up as the sky began to fill with flecks of snow. "Remember when we were younger and we’d try to catch snowflakes?"


"Yeah, I recall kicking your ass in that game almost every time." Andie giggled. "Are you offering a challenge?"

I shrugged. "Why not." If it distracted her for a little while, I was all for the competition.

Andie raced about fifteen yards away from us, then turned around and started walking backwards. "I think this is enough space. Ready, set, go." She stuck her tongue out, both to catch a snowflake and to jump back to those six-year-old times.

Charlie snickered, "What an underprivileged life you two must’ve had."

"I’m surprised she agreed to relive it." I held my arm out to stop him from walking. "You shouldn’t have gone through all this trouble."

Charlie was surprised, to say the least, by my reaction. "What do you mean? I thought it would be cool if she got to meet everyone, via staying a night at Casa de Lindley."

Casa de Lindley? There was only one person that would say such a phrase and it wasn’t Charlie. I dropped my arm down as we continued to walk in step. I shook my head as I muttered, "I’m so going to kill Pacey."

"Why’s that?"


"Because…well, I’d better tell you my surprise. I was able to get hotel reservations for the night."

"Is that all? You have a problem living at Jen’s? If that’s the case…" Charlie stopped in his tracks, realizing what that meant. He then walked ahead to block my path. "Do you mean for you alone?"

"Nope." I grinned then looked back to where Andie was, mournful of what wasn’t going to be. Charlie glanced in that direction then started laughing hysterically.

Definitely not the best response I’ve ever heard to something serious. It wasn’t as if the topic never came up, especially in the last couple of weeks. I had thought, at the very least, it would be better than having Jen and Drue giving pointers in the next room. I frowned. "That’s not quite the reaction I was hoping for. I tell you about the possibility of us actually having sex and you think it’s time to act as if I told a joke in a sitcom." I brusquely walked past him, aiming to catch up to Andie.

"Jack, that’s not what I…would you hold on?" I spun around to face him, arms crossed against my chest. "I had been calling hotels trying to book a room and they were already full. I remember even asking…" Charlie then asserted. "I’m helping you kill Pacey because he then agreed with my idea of inviting Andie to the city to meet everyone."

"Pacey?" I shook my head in disbelief. "I wondered why he was so willing to help me out, using his connections."

"What connections?"

"His brother the cop. Doug has the key now so we’d have to head to his apartment first."

"Damn us." Charlie agreed. "Maybe we can manage to get away from Andie for awhile and take advantage. Jen knows, I’m gathering, so maybe she would agree to help. As for right now, why don’t you stop acting like a horny Grinch and enjoy this scene. After all, we’ve got the equivalent of a romantic comedy going on right now."

"How do you figure?"

"Think about it. There’s snow falling on the ground. We’re walking along Central Park. We have a lame contrivance courtesy of your soon-to-be dead roommate. Then there’s one person willing to do whatever it takes for the mission to occur, in this case, Jen. There’s also people waiting to burst into Christmas carols, providing the music accompaniment necessary." I looked down at my coffee cup, trying hard not to smile. "And two participants up for the challenge. Well, actually, I’m not sure about that since one of them is acting so defeated."

"Charlie, shut up." I tried to say in a menacing tone, even though I couldn’t pull it off.

"Are you gonna make me?" He challenged. Damn him for wanting me to admit out loud that he was right.

"Like it’s so difficult." I grabbed onto his arm but ended up splattering some of his coffee on the ground.

Charlie looked down at the spill, then at my hand still resting against his coat sleeve. He said sternly, "You’re in serious trouble. Drop the coffee." He rested his cup on the ground.

"What?" I asked, but did as I was told, placing my cup next to his.

"I have no interest in being burned today. At least, not in that way." Charlie snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He whispered in a husky tone, "Any other burning desires I could handle." His lips brushed quickly against mine, then gave me a playful glance.

I shoved him away. "You’re really surprising me here. I expected you to be annoyed about the holidays, given the last couple of years."


"I’ll admit, my Christmases haven’t exactly been the best. But how can you feel horrible when watching a college student trying to catch snowflakes? This is the one time of year the free spirited, optimistic youth likes to come out. I even consider making a stop at my relatives’ holiday bash."


"I thought your dad was against everything you stand for."

"He still is. I was talking to my sister Sara about movie plans with Jen and she invited us to come over. I turned her down once I realized the catch was that Jen had to pretend to be my girlfriend." I cringed at the words, regretfully knowing that some things never change. Charlie picked up the coffee cups and handed one back to me. "Unless you want to pretend to be Jen, which could be fun."

"I have a better challenge. I’m thinking we have to figure out some way to, um, thank Pacey for everything he’s done. In fact, I know just the people that could help…"

What was the best day in your life?

I couldn’t say with certainty if this day turned into the best in my life so far. It was certainly ranking up there, however with the day I left for college, which I wrote as the original response to the question.

After all, there were snow flurries and everything else that Charlie had said earlier when comparing the moment to a romantic comedy. Two important people from completely different parts of my, life hanging out together; I certainly never thought of Andie and Charlie joining forces for a surprise. I knew that when Andie and I returned to Providence, there would be nothing but problems. But for just this one day, that could be forgotten.

* * * * *


Joey Potter

"Where is everyone?" I questioned as I walked back and forth in front of the restaurant, trying desperately to keep warm. There had been five inches of snow yesterday with the possibility of more today and it seemed typical that was the day Jen wanted to keep us waiting. "She mu-must know this is a perfect way to torture us." Damn chattering, it was even colder than I thought. It wasn’t helping that Pacey was holding a shopping bag and refused to give even a faint clue as to what he was plotting.

Pacey sensed this anxiety and wrapped his arms around me. "I have her cell number if there’s a problem. Besides, Jen knows there are better ways to torture me than that. My definition of torture is when you leave for Capeside." I rolled my eyes, which made him chuckle, "Okay, maybe not, but it’s certainly not waiting in the bitter cold."

I buried my face against his coat. "That differs from mine which involves being at a dinner with three other people when I know what I want is to stay in this position." I still had no clue what this surprise was and I was pretty sure I’d find out when Jen, Jack and Charlie showed up for dinner.

"Four," Pacey corrected.

I raised my head, startled by that news. "You mean Drue’s coming after all?" I’d been told that Drue was spending the holidays with family, meaning that there should have been one less pest at the table.

"No, as far as I know, he still left this morning, after all efforts to make Jen scream failed…"

Jen draped an arm around Pacey, startling him. "Meaning that I’m still all yours." I pulled away from Pacey as he gave Jen the shrug-off.

"That’s an absolute pity." He looked around, confused. "Where’s everyone else?"

She pointed in the direction she came from. "They’re haggling over prices with a vendor on the next block. They’ll be here in a moment."

Before Pacey had a chance to continue, his brother Doug walked by with a vaguely familiar blonde’s arm wrapped around his waist. Doug greeted us, "Pacey! What a surprise."

"That makes two of us. Especially if that’s who I think it is."

The girl smiled widely. "So you’re the infamous Pacey. Doug’s told me so much about you." She offered her hand for him to shake.

Rather than accept, Pacey slammed his hand against his forehead as he recognized her. "Just how the hell is this possible?"

She replied, "I was elected to pick up the key last night. Never did I think you had such an amazing brother. Well, I didn’t really know you either but I can see that genetics were very kind to your family."

"Who used the hotel room?" Pacey demanded. Why did I always seem to be the last to know about anything in this group? I knew from Pacey’s stories that it wasn’t everyday you’d see a girl draped around Doug Witter. Yet he appeared to be pissed off about this particular female being the chosen one.

It was then that I caught Jen making a great display out of blowing on her hands to warm them. I’m not sure why, but I suspected Jen was up to something. Just what the game was I couldn’t say.

Doug looked down at the ground guiltily. "I know it was meant for her brother but I told Andie to give him the money back in exchange for us using the room."

She replied, "Don’t worry, Dougie. I fully intend to give him the money. Someday." This was too strange for words. Just…whatever the fuck Pacey said to Jen, he was paying dearly for it now. That is, assuming Jen was, in fact, involved in this joke. I mean, this was Jack’s sister and Pacey’s brother we’re looking at here. Why was Andie even in New York?

Pacey, on the verge of throwing up, fully comprehended the situation. He collected himself enough to ramble, "This is some bizarre dream, right? That plant will turn into the one in Little Shop of Horrors and everyone on the street will start dancing. Or is this the one where I’ve gone to class to give a presentation and I’m only wearing boxers with Big Bird on them?"

He spun around, looking for comfort from Jen or myself. Instead, he found Jen suppressing a fit of giggles and I was desperately trying not to laugh either. Even if I didn’t know what the game was yet, I knew there was a prank involved somehow. Pacey stretched his neck to survey the area. "Okay, I give. Where the hell is he?"

"Where’s who?" Jen replied in the most innocent sounding voice she could muster.

Pacey rolled his eyes and shouted out, "We’re even! I give up, McPhee." He took large strides down the street, searching for Jack. The two of them had developed a battle over who could play the worst trick. Normally, Pacey had the upper hand but I seriously doubted there was anything that had topped this one yet.

Jack and Charlie approached from around the corner as if they’d just arrived. As they got closer to us, Pacey narrowed his eyes, knowing he’d been had. He looked back at Doug and Andie, who had released her grip at this point.

Doug was the first to speak. "Something tells me I should get back to work before I have to look the other way." He authoritatively walked away from us, as if nothing had just happened.

When he left, Andie sighed dreamily. "I wouldn’t have minded staying in that position."

That triggered Jack to back away from Pacey, who was ready to attack. Soon after, Pacey was chasing him down the block.

Andie watched them and then turned to face us as she giggled, "I have to admit, this is the funniest thing." When she was under control, she asked, "Who ended up using the hotel room? I fell asleep before you came to a decision."

Jen and Charlie exchanged glances, figuring out who would speak first. Finally, Jen relented, "I did. I mean, Drue and I. That way, I could bury the body without you hearing the sounds."

Andie gave a slight frown. "That means I heard..." She shook her head in disgust then exclaimed, "Ewww. I was so much better off thinking that was Drue's voice and that wasn't a pleasant image in the first place."

Jen whispered to Charlie, loud enough for me to hear, "You're telling me what happened after she leaves." Charlie playfully pushed her away.

Now back to the brats... Jack hid behind me with Pacey shouting out, "Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again." Pointing to Andie, he added, "And I'm speaking to both of you when I say this."

I raised an eyebrow as the guys were using me as a street pole. I blocked Pacey with my arm on their third trip around. He cocked his head, wondering what I was doing. I called out to Jen, "Do you think this place can handle children?"

Pacey sighed as he followed us into the restaurant. When we entered, I couldn’t believe that we’ll be able to afford to eat here. I remembered the day we’d pooled our money together and it didn’t seem enough for a place like this. It felt like the day I walked into Jen’s ritzy apartment complex for the first time. Jen had to keep poking me so I’d eventually get to our table.

We were in the middle of dinner when Pacey whispered to me, "Do you have a pen?" It seemed like a pretty innocent question until I opened my purse to find a small package. I glanced at Pacey, who had the sweetest smile on his face, then I opened the gift to find a watch.

"You knew I’ve been going crazy over this ever since the band broke on my old watch." I exclaimed as I took the watch out of the box and began to put it on my wrist.

Jen was watching me, then grinned as she pointed out to Pacey, "I had to give it to that guy you bought the watch from. He insisted your watch was the one with the ’25 years of memories’ message on it."

I laughed, realizing I hadn’t even seen the engraving. I held it out in my hand to read it. I couldn’t help but laugh and be touched at the same time.

"Pacey, I can’t believe you went through all this trouble," I exclaimed as I hugged him.

Jen smirked, "If by ‘trouble,’ you mean that he called their people and had me going back and forth to that store until they finally got it right."

Pacey laughed, "Of course. It was so tiring for me." He grabbed hold of my wrist and snapped the clasp in place on the watch. Then he pulled out a tall box in gold wrapping paper from his shopping bag and handed it to Jen. "I couldn't figure out what to give the girl that's got it all. I concluded what'd be best is give you one less reason to raid your father's liquor cabinet."

Jen accepted the box, then placed it under the table. "Thanks so much. I think I'll be able to get some use out of it."

I grinned towards Pacey. "You kept telling me to avoid that bag because my gift was there. But you knew all along that wasn't true."

Pacey replied, "Think of it this way. If you had snuck a peek, it wouldn't have made any sense. At least it wasn't an empty box, which I was seriously considering given the likelihood you'd snoop around."

"I didn't think that little of you," I kidded as I searched through my purse for his gift.

"You should have," he snickered as he held the other box in his hand. At my look, he explained, "I couldn't fit the watch in there so I had no choice. I didn't open it yet." He proceeded to rip off the paper to reveal a tape recorder. I had been sick and tired of him borrowing mine. Pacey pressed the eject button to discover there was a tape inside. "Is this safe to play now?"

"Nope," I raised an eyebrow haughtily to give him the message. "It's meant as a way to, um, hear my voice while we're apart. Not that I mind talking to you long-distance but there are certain things I'd prefer to keep away from the phone."

Pacey stared down at the tape, then formed a wide grin. "Aww, you're so good to me. It seems a little one-sided if you're in fact talking about the type of phone call that normally requires $4.95 a minute."

"She's not that good, Pace," Jack snickered. "As I recall, Jo secretly taped your voice so she can have a similar experience."

Pacey's mouth hung wide open as he sputtered out, "I can't believe you did that!"

"Relax. It's only got you and Jack arguing over what singer most deserves to be strangled by guitar strings. Sadly, it was the most interesting thing I caught on a one-hour tape."

Jen asked, "So what did they conclude?"

Jack replied, "I recall the guy down the hall from us was on the top of my list. But I assume you mean someone famous..."

As the group decided to pick up that discussion, I took the watch off and reread the inscription.

Joseph - so many wonderful memories and hopefully many more in years to come - P

I couldn't believe that this would be the last time I'd have to hear that name. When I returned to the dorms next month, it would be several buildings away from Pacey. We'd have to come up with some solution between us, Marie and Jack. Although based on what Andie was implying, I suspected Jack wouldn't mind staying in Charlie's room.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Here's what I knew. It wasn't worth planning every little detail. I figured it would somehow involve being a writer since this journal idea actually worked very well in terms of improving my writing skills. I actually handed it in to my English professor during the semester and asked for her opinion. After all, so many people already had knowledge of the contents thanks to Abby Morgan's bitchiness, someone of actual importance should give it an overview.

Sometimes, it's the mistakes in life that provide the best moments. I think you have to learn something like that after being mistakenly placed in on a guys' floor. I doubt I would have had any meaningful conversations with Pacey if we hadn't been stuck in this situation. Why should I have a detailed plan when that turned into a most eye-opening experience?

Will I ever get to where it is

That I am going

Will I ever follow through

With what I've planned

I guess it's possible, that

I have been a bit distracted

And the directions for me

Are a lot less in demand



the end

Yes, this story does have a sequel - Somewhere Else

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