Pacey & Andie's Letters

All right kiddies. There's been enough teasing - I bet you thought I was some loser who was just bluffing, right?? You didn't think that I could really have procured the secret summer letters of Andie McPhee & Pacey Witter, did you? Well then, guess what. WRONG! I've got ten - count 'em, ten of the sweetest, sappiest, love notes you've had illegitimate access to...heh heh.

BUT - as usual, my number one priority is getting YOU hooked on MY SITE. So, naturally like any good serial drama, I'm not going to give it to you all at once. So you're just going to have to check in every day for the next ten days to see MORE JUICY 100% AUTHENTIC letters between Capeside's most nauseating lovebirds. So, read on, voyeuristic suckers! - EYES

WARNING: Diabetics and others with difficulty swallowing sugary, sweet stuff, beware - this content could kill you! For the rest of you, turn off your tv. This is better than General Hospital!

LETTER 1
Pacey...

It's tough here. I look around this place and see so many teenagers just like me. I don't want to be like them. One girl, Tina, has been here six months. Another guy, Marc, was in three different facilities before finally coming to this one.

I'm scared. What if I can't get better? What if I'm not able to come home? Even if I do get better, my dad's made it pretty clear that he's not moving to Capeside. The thought of never seeing you again...that stresses me out more than the thought of being crazy.

So, stay out of trouble and keep those Christy Livingstones away. I put a lot of effort into you. And if you think I'm going to let some other girl have you, you're the one who's crazy.

I hope you are thinking of me. I am always thinking of you... your bright eyes, strong shoulders, and sweet smile. I love you so much, it hurts.

Please don't forget me, Pacey. You are my world...

Andie

Awww...I'm practically teary-eyed. I just can't wait to share Pacey's oh so loving reply...come back tomorrow. - EYES

I knew you'd want more. Well, what can I say, I'm just a hopeless romantic - dedicated to filling your pathetic lives with more vicarious passion. And this might not have Fabio on the cover, but somehow I don't think that will keep you from Pacey's reply letter.

LETTER 2
Andie -

There is something inside of you that makes you different from everyone else in that hospital. You've had the benefit of being Pacey Witter's sparring partner for the past year. And if you can survive that, then you can most definitely survive Mayfield.

I'm glad you are on the road to recovery. And I' m glad you had the good sense to go away and get better. If it was up to me, I would never have let you go. Don't worry about any Christy Livingstone's. I'm a one-woman kind of guy and that woman will always be you.

You have become my world, Andie. The first moment you laughed in my direction -- I knew. You came to Capeside and recognized my nakedness. And yet, you still chose to run with me.

I'll wait forever for you to be complete, because, it is you that has made me complete.

I love you, McPhee -
Pacey

Cue the violins....there'll be even cheesier drivel tomorrow. -EYES

You know, they that "every form of refuge has its price." Well, at least I heard that in a song somewhere once. So, I guess that would make the price of Andie's little nuthouse refuge how far away her Prince Charming otherwise known as Pacey Witter is. Though if you ask me, even crazy girl McPhee could probably manage to do better than that little dweeb. Ever get into the mind of the mentally ill and in love? Read on!

LETTER 3
Pacey...

Thank you for your beautiful words. They helped to calm me. Moving in and getting settled has been extremely stressful. But now that I'm here, I'm relieved.

I met with my therapist today. She's been trying to help me cope with my anxiety and stress. In our first hour session she asked me to tell her what makes me feel the most nervous. But before I got halfway through my list, my hour was over.

Do me a favor okay? Watch out for Jack. I hope you guys are hanging out. He's all alone right now. I mean, he's got Jen and Grams, who are wonderful, but they're not family. You are, Pacey. You are my family.

I never thought it was possible to love someone so much. I want to get better for myself. Even more, I want to get better for you. I want us to have a good life Pacey, and we will as long as we have each other.

I hope I'll be home... to you... soon.

-Andie

So, Andie, you hope Jack and Pacey are "hanging out," huh? Well, we all know that Jack McPhee does with guys he "hangs out" with. Guess you don't miss your boyfriend TOO much now do you??? Anyway - don't miss the next installment... and the lurid details about how Pacey really feels about that porn-star wannabe Jen Lindley... - EYES

You're BACK. And you won't be sorry either. While the rest of Capeside passes their days swimming, fishing, and (at least in Dawson Leery's crowd) anxiously awaiting each new release that Screen Play Video has to offer, Pacey Witter holes up in his room, ready to pour his heart out and share his innermost feelings with the girl he loves...and all of you!!

LETTER 4
Andie--

I was happy to get your letter lodged somewhere between Doug's "Playgirl" and Mom's "Publisher's Clearing House." Sounds like you're doing better. I like that!

Not much news here, Dawson's in Philly with his mom. I haven't seen Joey at all. It looks as if the Ice House isn't going to be rebuilt. I should call her. I wish you were here. You always know just the right things to say.

I'm meeting Jack and Jen tonight to watch a movie. In the absence of Dawson we're socking in all the Non-Speilberg's we missed during the year. Movie night at Jen's is pretty sweet. SHe has the one thing at her house that Dawson doesn't--breasts. Just kidding. Snacks. She's got snacks. Grams is a virtual Betty Crocker. Rock on Grams!

Too bad we're keeping you off the computer for the time being. In the future, just so I know, would cyber sex be a possibility or am I on my own here?

XOXOX-
Pacey

Yeah right Witter! Any girl who'd have cybersex with Pacey Witter should have her head examined! Come to think of it...she already is. Hahahahahahaha. I crack myself up. Seriously, folks...tomorrow, Andie McPhee's thoughts on love, sex, mental health, and automotive erotica. Stay tuned...

Oh, HELLO. I was just cozying up to a warm fire, getting ready to read dear, sweet Andie's next letter to her beloved Pacey when I felt just so selfish not sharing it with all of you. Have any interest in the sexual perversions of Andie and Pacey? That was a rhetorical question...

LETTER 5
Pacey-

Yes, things are getting better. The longer I'm here, the happier I am with my decision. I'm getting well Pacey, I really am. But enough about me, what about you?

You never told me what happened with finals. DId you retake them? I'm sure it's hard not having Dawson around. But it's great you're hanging out with Jack and Jen. I hope your dad is treating you better. Someday he'll fully understand what a remarkable son he has.

Good news!! My dad has decided to move his business to Capeside in the fall! That means there is no need for Cyber Sex. Which, by the way, could come back to haunt me if I ever ran for office. Don't worry, we can make up for lost time when I see you. Just promise me it won't be in the back of your dad's cop car!

Sending you my love and laughter,
Andie

Ah, the romance of letter-writing...It's like The Bridges of Madison County - in the psycho ward of course...ha ha. You like that Witter? No? I'll bet your best buddy Dawson would appreciate the film reference. Wait till they see what you have to say about HIM...ah, but you'll have to come back for that...

True love and true friendship...two things that make the world go round, right? Well, if Pacey Witter's any indication between his psycho girlfriend and so-called friendship with Dawson the Earth's axis is in some serious jeopardy...

LETTER 6
McPhee--

What are you talkign about? The back of a cop car is perfect for our first night back together!
1. We've got plenty of space.
2. No one ever approaches a cop car.. and most importantly
3. Handcuffs!

Live a little, baby.

My finals went fine. I got to retake them and I did well. The best I've ever done in fact, thanks to you. I've gotta study hard if I want to get into whatever Ivy League school you wind up attending. Nothing else is happening. My dad got called to the Marina, investigating a possible break-in. He saw Joey there, working or something. I might drive down and say "hi." If I do, I'll tell her you said hello.

Dawson called from Philly -- he's having a great time. The city's opened his eyes to the big wide world around him. He was talking, and talking, and did I mention talking, about this girl named Amber. I tried to listen, but honestly, I can't focus on anyone but you.

"Moving the business to Capeside" -- Go Mr. McPhee!!! I'd say this deserves that carriage ride in Central Park you always talked about. I've saved the money. Now all I need is you. Hurry home to me, McPhee. I miss you. I need you.

I ache to see you.

I love you --
Pacey

Well - I for one had been holding my breath with anticipation wondering if Andie would be allowed back into Capeside and back into her loer's arms! Looks like her Dad's even more clueless than is painfully apparent if he believes it was the Capeside School District Andie was missing...Andie's reply tomorrow...

It's really a shame Pacey is protecting Andie from the big, bad Internet. I think Andie would rather enjoy the kind of self-analysis reading one's own letters could provide. And for free, too, unlike those high-priced head shrinkers Mr. McPhee spends all his hard-earned money on! Ah, well. At least the rest of us can enjoy these letters! I know I am...

LETTER 7
Pacey...

Just a quick note. Congrats on your finals. I'm so proud of you. You saw Joey at the Marina? Logan's Marina was looking for summer employment. I wonder if she's working for Rob? I'm glad Dawson is moving on. We all have to do that, you know?

My therapist has me working on "loving myself." She's helped me realize that I was depending on you, like I used to depend on Tim. I can't continue to do that, Pacey. Nothing in life is guaranteed. I need to feel safe with myself before I can be a true partner to you.

The carriage ride sounds wonderful. Tell Jack, Jen and Grams that I said hi!

Love, always...

Andie

Don't you find it a little warped that they're out there teaching all the sickos to "love themselves." Maybe that's just me... When we return, you'll be privy to all of Pacey's (and I quote) "mushy and retrospective" thoughts...

Pacey, Pacey, Pacey. He's just every woman's dream hero, isn't he? Well at least the mental cases and the over-40 contingent...I even heard a rumor he rescued a girl from drowning off the Capeside coast...but that one's unconfirmed. What could they think if they knew what a CHEESEBALL you are? I guess we'll find out...

LETTER 8
Andie --

I know we said we wouldn't get all mushy and retrospective. But, I'm going to get all mushy and retrospective. I'm really missing you, McPhee.

I can't wait for you to come home, so we can pick up right where we left off -- dancing beneath the fountain and street lights. Every night when I close my eyes, I feel your arms around me. I want to touch your hair and kiss your lips. I want you to tickle my neck and whisper in my ear...

What your therapist says is true. Yes, in life there are no guarantees. But you don't have to be perfect to be my partner. You just have to be...you.

When you get back, promise me the "first dance."

I love you --
Pacey

Ah, what could be more, well, romantic and heartfelt? A true testimonial to the tenderness of puppy love in the late 20th century, I think I need an airsick bag...

Here's yet another Pacey letter. It seems he just couldn't wait for Andie to find time in her busy self-love schedule to get around to writing back. Poor, pathetic Pacey, I almost feel sorry for you. On second thought...Nah. Here's the letter.

LETTER 9
Andie --

That place better be treating you right, otherwise, I'm gonna come up and whisk you away to some deserted island. Well, since I'm only making minimum wage at the Video Store, how about I whisk you away to a campground in Rhode Island? How about it, Andie, are you up for a visit?

I haven't heard from you in a while. Did my "Romeo letter" send you into shock? Write me so that I know that you are okay. I'm feeling left out. I mean, you know, I don't even know what your hair color is. I can't stop thinking about you... your long legs, funny smile and that laugh -- I long for your laugh.

Please don't forget me, Andie.

You are my world, too --
Pacey

Yeah, I know. I wouldn't write back either. But she did. But of course, you'll have to wait for it. I'm not giving away my final letter one day early. That would spoil the surprise...

Well I hope you've enjoyed my little romantic stroll through Andie and Pacey's epistolary relationship. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS LOOK IT UP!!!! I don't have time for idiots. Besides I'm sure Mr. Big Vocal Leery knows what it means anyway.

Well enough said. Here's the last letter I managed to get hold of. And yes, my methods are TOP SECRET. So keep dreaming if you think you're gonna find out where I got these, LEERY. WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH DAMN IT! AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT. But I know you will.

LETTER 10
Pacey...

I'm sorry for not writing as much. I don't want you to worry.

Blonde. My hair is blonde. The dye finally washed out and after a little (supervised) trip to the hair salon, it's back to normal. On the outside, I'm the same old Andie.

But on the inside, well, I'm still working on it. I'll be home to Capeside soon, but, I'm not as anxious about leaving...

I watched a beautiful sunset the other day and thought of you. Mayfield's helped me to see that there's alose a sunrise. I'm learning how to be at peace with myself.

No overnight visitors allowed, Pacey. I think it is better for me to be alone right now.

Take care and I'll see you soon.

Love... Andie

Yepppp, that's all she wrote. And that's about all I care to share with you people. Any more and I really might puke. But don't despair. "Goodbye don't mean I'm gone..." as they say. I gotta go back undercover for a while. A few NOSY PRICKS are getting a little too close for comfort. But you all just wait. I shall return. And when you LEAST expect it. The EYES are signing off...for now...SEE YOU IN SCHOOL HEH HEH HEH -- EYES