True Love Tales

Old Blue Jeans


Part 3


Pacey walked through the front door later that night, throwing his coat over the chair and sighing heavily, holding a bag of Chinese food on his lap. He had spent the last three hours since leaving her in the bar down the street, trying to figure out a game plan, but so far he had come up with nothing; no great ideas, no solutions… nothing. All that he had come up with was Chinese food from her favourite Chinese restaurant and that was hardly going to fix their problems.

“Is she still mad?” He asked Doug and Jack as they sat watching television drinking beer.

“Oh yeah,” Jack sighed. “She’s mad, it’s your fault and I’m suffering just because I have the same kind of fishing tackle,”

“Sorry man,”

“Hey that’s okay just fix it before tomorrow night because she’s meant to cook and I really don’t want her to spit in it again,”

“Here,” Doug said, standing up and walking over to him, giving him a beer. “You’ll need this,”


“She locked herself in the bedroom when she came in; she came down for a drink about twenty minutes ago muttering something about immature men then went back up and slammed the door. So I think you’re going to need this beer and a gigantic bucket of expensive jewellery,”

“Is she really that mad?” Pacey asked coyly, slumping down in the chair and leaning into it, holding the beer to his forehead and closing his eyes.

“Yeah,” Doug sighed, sitting on the arm of the chair. “She came in with the words ‘I really hope your wedding gifts are returnable,’ so I’d say she’s still mad,”

“Shit,” he muttered taking a long drink of his beer and groaning heavily before heading up the stairs and looking at the bedroom door. He stood there for a few moments, contemplating his words. He raised his hand to the door and retreated quickly, sighing heavily and downing the rest of the liquid from the bottle.

He turned around, contemplating just leaving her alone before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door. “Can I come in?” he asked softly, listening against the door for a sign.

“Do what you want,” the voice came from inside the door.

He entered the room carefully, holding up the bag of Chinese food he brought in with him. “I come baring gifts,”

“Is that Chinese food?” She asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed and putting her glasses back onto the bedside cabinet

“Yeah, it’s your favourite… I even picked all the peas out of the rice with a toothpick,”

“Well whoop-de-doo,” She sang sarcastically. “Chinese food makes everything all right!”


“Do you honestly think that you can walk in here with a bag of Chinese food and make everything alright?” she asked him, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “Because it doesn’t!”

“I know,” he responded, walking closer to her and crouching in front of her, resting his hands on her knees. “I just thought that you would like some Chinese?”

“I already ate,” she said stonily, lying on the bed in the dark. “I had a big lunch,”

“I love you,” he said softly, sitting beside her on the bed and stroking her hair. “I mean… you know I love you Jo,”

“Yeah, I know…. Now is that all you came for because I don’t really want to talk to you right now,”

“Will you at least listen to me?”

“Right now?” She asked, sitting up and moving away from him. “Right now if I speak to you I’ll say some things I don’t really mean so I don’t think it’s a good idea,”


“I just think its best if you leave me alone Pace,” she told him. “We’ll talk in the morning,”

“I want to talk now,”

“Well I don’t,” she told him sternly. “So go downstairs and stay there,”

“You’re chucking me out of my own bed?”

“Too right,”


“Either you sleep downstairs or I leave and if I leave I might not come back,” she said sadly, climbing underneath the covers, facing the window away from him.

“Communication is the key to a good marriage Jo…”

“Well communicate this?” she said, sitting up and glaring at him through the dark room. “Get out,”

Sighing heavily Pacey stood up and walked towards the door, when her voice called him back.

“Pace?” she whispered from under the covers.


“Leave the food; I’m starving,”

“Okay,” Pacey sighed, setting the bag down on the chair beside the bed, kissing her forehead before walking out of the room and closing the door after him. Joey turned and watched him close the door, missing him as soon as he left. She lay back in her empty bed, covering her face with her hands.

“Hey,” Doug said, walking down the stairs in his pyjama bottoms and approaching Pacey as he sat on the couch working on his laptop, “what are you still doing up?”

“I’m sleeping here tonight,” he explained. “Joey’s not really speaking to me right now,”


“Yeah,” he sighed, closing his laptop and putting it on the coffee table. “She’s not happy”

“What happened?”

“There was an incident,”

“What kind of incident?” Doug asked, sitting beside him.

“I found a house, an amazing house. It was way out of our agreed budget so I didn’t tell her about it, I just had a word to the buyer and got the price down; but it was still too high,”

“What did you do?” Doug asked, putting his hand over his eyes. “How did you screw up this time?”

“I sold some stock, I released my savings and I put in an offer…”

“Let me just take a wild guess here,” Doug said, turning to face him on the couch. “You did all of this without telling Joey and when she found out the price and the fact you put in an offer she went mad?”

“She went completely apeshit,” Pacey sighed. “I knew she would be mad, I just didn’t think she would be so mad. She told me that I wasn’t thinking of us in a partnership and told me that I wasn’t ready to enter into a partnership with someone else. She said everything was mine and nothing was hers,”

“She really did go apeshit,”


“This reminds me of a fight jack and I had one time,” Doug explained. “When I didn’t want to come out and he was already out we had this huge fight; he said that I wasn’t thinking as a team,”

“What did you do?”

“I came out,”

“Yeah this doesn’t exactly apply in this case though Douggie… I mean I can’t undo putting in an offer without her,”

“No, you can’t,”

“I just wanted to make things right,” he told him. “I just wanted to give her everything so that she never needed anything again in her life; I didn’t want her to be pressured with all the financial stuff,”

“Maybe you should have still consulted her,”

“In hindsight that would have been a very good idea… but you know me Doug,”

“You want everything yesterday and you just get on with it,”

“Sometimes I forget the details,”

“Details are kind of important,”

“I love her,” he told him, sighing heavily. “I just wanted to make her happy; I wanted her to be surprised and happy but I can’t even do that. I screw up everything,”

“That’s not true,”

“Oh come on Doug! I screw up everything good; I have the Midas touch in reverse,”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Doug said, standing back up. “I’m going to bed, I suggest you get some sleep and wake up early; make her an amazing breakfast,”

“Yeah,” Pacey sighed. “The way to a girl’s good mood is through her stomach,”

“Night,” Doug said, making his way back up the stairs and knocking on Joeys door. “You up?” he whispered.

“Who is it?” Joey’s groggy voice asked from inside the door.

“It’s Doug, can I come in?”

“Sure,” she sighed, sitting up in bed and switching on her bedside lamp.

“Don’t pretend you were asleep,” he said, walking through the door and leaning on the wardrobe, crossing his arms. “I saw you sneaking around missy,”

“Fine,” she sighed, putting up her hands in admission. “I admit it, I was eavesdropping,”

“Don’t be too mad at him Joey; he’s a good guy,”

“I know,”

“He really does love you,”

“I know that too,” she said, wiping a tear from her eyes as they began to heat. “It scared me how much he loves me sometimes,”

“Love is a rare thing Joey… it’s strong but so fragile at the same time. As fast as yot got it… in a blink of an eye… it can be taken away from you,” he told her sitting beside her and putting his arm around to comfort her. “Don’t let anyone take it away from you because you don’t always get it back,”

Tossing and turning on the couch, Pacey tried to get comfortable without the aid of a pillow or a blanket. He had considered going upstairs to their bedroom to steal a pillow and a blanket but he was a little afraid that Joey would still be awake. He sat up on the couch and looked at the clock on the wall; the time read 03:10.

Bravely, Pacey decided to risk the journey and made his way slowly up the stairs, being careful not to step on the creaky floorboards imprinted in his memory. He found himself at the top of the stairs, staring out the dark wood of his bedroom door. Placing an ear to the wood he heard nothing but silence and entered slowly. It was dark and putting a light on was going to damage his chances of leaving unnoticed so he worked by memory, finding the wardrobe and removing a blanket from the top shelf.

He glanced over to the bed and watched her as she slept; her chest moved up and down in a smooth rhythm. He walked beside her and took a pillow from his side of the bed, setting it on the end of the bed with the blanket.

He contemplated being smart and leaving the room with what he had come for but something about her sleeping state called to him. He made his way over to her and perched on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to look at her. He couldn’t resist touching her hair and stroking the soft skin on her cheek for a moment. He didn’t want to leave but he knew the consequences of waking up beside her.

He kissed her cheek lightly, hoping not to wake her and felt her move underneath him. Her hand touched his face in the dark and she turned her body to look at him. He could see her eyes through the dark room, looking softly at him and caressing his cheek with her hands.

She said nothing.

She brought her other hand to his cheek and pulled his face towards hers slowly, entrapping hhs lips in a soft and unexpected kiss. After a moment he responded, kissing her lips softly, caressing her lips with his own and letting his fingers move through her hair.

She pulled away from the kiss slowly and smiled lightly at him. “I was thinking you were never going to come up for that blanket,” she whispered coyly.

“I just want you to be happy,”

“And I am,” she told him, caressing his face with her hands. “Right here and right now I want for nothing,”

“I’m so scared I disappoint you Jo; so scared that I can’t give you everything you want or can’t be who you want me to be. I don’t want to fail at this because it’s all I got”

“Pace,” Joey whispered, sitting up and putting his arm around her, snuggling into his chest. “I want for nothing when I’m with you. Not because you give me everything but because you are everything. Nothing you can do will disappoint me. I want you to be who you are and you can’t ever fail at that. I love you Pace,”

“Do you still want to marry me?” he asked coyly, taking her hand and playing with her fingers.

“That all depends,”

“On what?”

“Whether you’re ready or not,”

“I’m ready,” he reassured her. “I guess I just have to use my brain a little more,”

“That you do sweetheart… just tell me, why did you do it?”

“I didn’t want you to worry about the financial stuff; I wanted to surprise you. You always tell me that actions speak louder than words… I was trying to do that,”

“I love you for that Pace… I love you for a whole lot of different things too but I will always love that you try to do the right thing even when it’s the worst thing you can do,”

“So does this mean I’m allowed back in bed tonight?” he asked, moving towards her lips and placing a gentle kiss on them.

“I’d say that I would allow you back into bed,”       

“Just so I have a heads up… are you thinking about talking some more about this whole thing?”

“After,” she whispered, moving closer to him.

“After what?”

“After I show you how to let actions speak louder than words,” she told him, pulling him down onto the bed with her. She kissed his lips deeply, pulling his wifebeater over his head and throwing it on the floor.

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