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See heart to heart talks with a father and older brother. See Jack and Pacey hold hands. Run Jack and Pacey! Run! Time Line: Part 5 takes place 6 weeks after the prologue. ~Every step I take, Every sound I hear Each day I wake My world is ours, I feel your touch Your world is mine~ -Human Drama ~As Love Comes Tumbling Down~ //Oh my god.// Jack's thought process came to a screeching halt. Panic gripped him as a single fact, clear and undeniable, centered itself at the very core of his being. //I'm in love with Pacey Witter! What in the... When in the hell did I fall in love with Pacey?!// Jack poured over the past couple of years, sifting through momentary encounters in his mind. Joy, amusement, pity, anger, empathy, fear...these had all been related to Pacey in one way or another. But love? Stepping back in the most objective manner possible, Jack saw that the day he had kissed Ethan was the turning point. Things had evolved after that, worn a different hue. Yet...he didn't believe that he had loved Pacey then-not in the consuming, heart racing, sweaty palms, I've-gotta-eat-you-alive-or-die way that he did now. So when? When in the following 6 weeks had he fallen madly in love with his best friend? Because he had-fallen in love that is. Love--people throw that word around like chewing gun or lip gloss. I *love* that shirt. I *love* Tom Hanks, don't you? I *love* that song. Did you see that? Brittany Jackson just looked at me! I am *so* in love with her. In fact, Jack himself had once written in his diary that he was in love with Ethan. But that was all meaningless, hollow... This was...more than words. It was a dizzy buzzing in his head whenever he was in touching distance, it was an overwhelming fascination-he could study Pacey for hours, and it was the unclassifiable unexplainable "thing" that settled into Jack's chest at the simple thought of the other boy. And then , of course, there was today... -------------------------------------------------------------------ruck sped down the highway at a reasonable speed-no sense of urgency yet purposeful nonetheless. The road was mainly deserted at that early hour, only the occasional car could be seen whizzing past. Jack stared out the window in silence as he tried to collect his thoughts. His brain was still waking up and everything seemed fuzzy. "What are we doing again?" "I haven't told you yet." "So *tell* me!" Jack let out an exasperated groan. "We're buying my brother a birthday present. There's this out of print 'Women in Music' compilation that I've heard Dougie bitching about on the phone. So I did a little research and found it at a used music store..." Pacey smiled proudly, clearly impressed with his detective work. But Jack had an uncomfortable sensation creeping over him. He couldn't quite pin it down... "Where *is* this used music store?" "Ummm... an hour away..." Pacey met his eyes sheepishly. Jack took a calming breath. "And why did we have to leave at 7am?" Pacey could no longer look him in the face. "Because Doug's party is this afternoon.." "Damnit Pacey! Have you ever heard of planning ahead?" "Umm.. no?" Pacey gave him what he hoped was a charming and irresistible grin. Jack shook his head and covered his face with his hands. "I am *so* tired." "Cheer up Jackers, it could be fun." Trying to coax out a Pacey-smile the other boy took Jack's hand and placed it under his on the stick shift, thumb rubbing over it twice in soft, confident strokes. Threading his fingers through Jack's, Pacey continued to hold his hand as he shifted gears. Pleased and a little shocked at the show of affection, Jack settled into his seat for the long ride and began a lively conversation. The day seemed to be looking up... ------------------------------------------------- "Jack!" Pacey's shout cut the other boy off mid-sentence. Jack was stunned to see Pacey swerving off to the side of the road and stopping the car. "What's wrong?" "How long have we been on the road?" "I haven't been paying attention. Why?" "Because I was wondering how far we'll have to walk to reach the nearest town..." "What?! Very funny Pacey." Pacey turned and met Jack's eyes with a serious expression. "We're out of gas." "No! No! This isn't happening." Jack rested his head in his hands and concentrated all of his willpower on not screaming. "I know! I'm still dreaming-I never even woke up this morning. This day has been *too* insane to be real. I knew it!" Pacey reached over and pinched his shoulder as hard as possible. "Ow!!" Jack fixed him with an indignant look, wondering how it was that *he* was getting attacked while *Pacey* was the one who had yanked him out of bed at an ungodly hour, dragged him on an impromptu road-trip, and got them stranded out in the middle of nowhere. "Had to prove that you weren't dreaming.." Pacey gave a disarming grin and shrugged. "Now get your butt out of this car. We have get started if we want to make it back to Capeside in time for the party." "Pacey...sometimes..." "Yes...?" "Nevermind." Jack slammed the car door viciously and began striding toward along the highway, kicking rocks as he went. He concentrated on the ground, giving the appearance that he didn't care whether Pacey followed or not while carefully guarding the other boy's movements in the corner of his eye. Pleased to note that Pacey was matching him stride for stride, Jack allowed himself a small private grin. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- So here he was... Dirty, tired, and hungry. Walking down a dusty roadside to an unknown destination while his shoulder still ached from a sadistic pinch. And he was sublimely happy. A soft arm was twisted around his, while their fingers were trapped in a firm grip. He could feel the heat radiating off this nearby body, burning him deliciously. And, whenever he wanted to, he could brush dirt off the boy's cheek or forehead with intimate ease. His touch was welcomed, leaned into even... There was no doubt about it. No hesitation. Only love could make a day this horrible become so beautiful. Jack was in love with Pacey Witter. He didn't know when it had happened... But it felt great. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- End Part 5 э 4 5 i j ч ш ? @ и й - . U V z { Ј Љ ш щ F G Ђ Ѓ ^ _ Е Ж 0 1 { | } Ё Ђ Ц Ч ш щ 0 1 V W §ћљїѕѓёяэыщчхуспнлйзегбЯЭЫЩЧХУСПНЛЙЗЕГБЏЋЉЇЅЃЁ ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] 8 В Г Д
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