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"You're being way too hard on yourself." He rubbed her stomach reassuringly. "It's all going to work out, you'll see. You tell the truth, you take care of yourself, and everything will work out okay." "You promise?" She looked over at him, and absurdly, she realized she really wanted to hear him promise her. If he said it, it would be true. He had never lied to her, ever. "Absolutely, yes. You have my word." He kissed her on the cheek. "There's a happy ending for you, too, Jen." *** Pacey bent over the book and squinted. "'Find the standard deviation of the values in problem 12-2,'" he read aloud. "I can do that." He scratched his head. "I can do it, I can do it." He was pulling the formula from the recesses of his brain when there was a knock at the door of his bedroom. "Yeah, it's open, what?" Gretchen came in, holding an overburdened tray of food. "I thought I would offer you a little sustenance in your time of need." She held out a bunch of grapes. "Here, have some fruit. It's good for you." "Fruit? Didn't you bring me some Oreos or some Fritos or something?" He surveyed the tray, which was loaded down with her usual selection of whole-wheat crackers, fresh vegetables, and a dip he suspected was made from tofu. "I love you, big sister, but this is the worst attempt at a study break I have ever seen." She set it down on the end table beside his bed. "Oh, all right, I give." She went out in the hallway and returned with a bag of Doritos and a box of Thin Mints. "These are the last <strong>Girl</strong> Scout cookies I had in the freezer, so enjoy them while you can." He grinned. "That's more like it." He took a cookie from the box and bit into it heartily. "I'm not much for group activities," he said through a mouthful of chocolate, "but this <strong>Girl</strong> Scout thing, I'm in favor of." She looked at the frustrated scribbles on the pad of paper he had been working on. "You get so stressed out when you study now, I can't believe you even made it through high school." "Well, you have to remember," he said, brushing a crumb off his book, "I usually had the help and support of one of the many women in my life, particularly Joey, who singlehandedly made sure I graduated on time and therefore single-handedly made sure I could go to college, where I am now desperately attempting to maintain my B average." "Harder without your own personal cheerleading squad, huh?" "You know, it's weird." He put his pen down. "You'd think it would be, but I kinda like it. Makes me feel like an intellectual. I'm tellin' you, I'm a pair of glasses and a pocket protector away from being at the top of my class."
"Well, I'm proud of you." For some reason, this made his face fall a little. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I'm just dying," he said through a reluctant smile, "to call Joey. Every time I get a B, every time I get a paper back and the professor has actually claimed to have understood it, every time anybody pays me a compliment, I'm just overwhelmed with this feeling of wanting to talk to her. And I know I can't, and I know that's a good thing, and I know she's happy in Boston, but . . . I miss her like you wouldn't believe." Gretchen frowned. "Tell me again why you can't call her." Pacey took another bite out of his cookie and chewed it thoughtfully. "I can't call her, because she and I have a deal. She's doing her thing there, and I'm doing my thing here. That's what we decided. We don't talk, we don't write, we don't e-mail, we just . . . we don't." "Well, why did you make a stupid, moronic deal like that?" He chuckled. "Gretch, Joey and I have done nothing but go around in circles since the day we started dating. We're together, we're not together, we're dating, we're just friends, we're with other people . . . it just got ridiculous. And after she moved back from California, we agreed that we shouldn't get back together right away. It was a bad idea. She needs to finish up all this old stuff in her head, and so do I, and we agreed that taking some time apart was the best way to do that." "Why can't you be friends? Why can't you talk on the phone like friends?" Gretchen shrugged. "Dawson and I do." "Can you please not make me relive that particular festival of horrors?" Pacey looked at his cookie distastefully, then put it down. "You've literally put me off my feed there, sis." He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, we can't talk on the phone like friends because we agreed that we've talked about everything there is to talk about until we both feel ready to move on. And maybe that will be together, and maybe not." "Very adult," she said, nodding. "We thought so." He picked up his pen again. "It's good of you not to rush her," Gretchen said admiringly. "Well, it's good that she's in Boston, because right at this particular moment, if you put her in the same room with me, you can bet your ass I'd rush her. I'd rush her like I was going for the quarterback sack." He popped the rest of his cookie in his mouth. "Thanks for the food. Now go pester Dougie, because I've got stuff to do." *** part twelve: give
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Disclaimers: Nope, don't own them.
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what she really wants, and you know
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Joey suddenly felt the crush of sil
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"It was weird," Jen mused. "I reall
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Pacey, on the other hand, was usual
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