#wanderlcsts

WHY JOEY WAS AT the ice-house on her day of was beyond her. food was most likely the main reason. and nothing else was better on a lazy day than her favorite place - on her days off, it was her favorite place. when she was working, it was an absolute nightmare - so many people lined the street to get in. after getting the job, joey had YET to meet the owner of the place. soon, she hoped. sitting down, sipping on a nice glass of iced-tea her dark orbs moved towards the entrance. 

“shit...” was all that could possibly come out of her mouth at this point. grabbing a discarded menu, joey tried her best to hide. what the hell was he DOING HERE ?? cheeks were already dancing with color, oh boy did they burn. no, joey did not hate pacey witter - quite the opposite, at that. already her heart was slamming against her chest, why did she feel like an idiot ?? and were her palms sweating ?? how embarrassing ?? at this point, he hadn’t spotted her, and joey thought she was f r e e. letting her guard down, she placed the menu down as she grabbed a fry from her plate. in her defense, joey figured he didn’t know what she looked like anymore - long-shot, but sure she hoped so. 

AT THIS POINT IN HER LIFE, jj did not know who k a t e was---- not yet. since finding herself in woodshore, jj did not think of the consequences of leaving her team and their futures together. nothing like that had ever plagued her worries when deciding to leave. 

❝‌    𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ?    or are we kind of stuck here ?   ❞                    jack asked,  keeping his head down as he got a wave of homesickness.    he was used to bouncing between safe houses every now  &  then but this was vastly different.    this was a    whole new galaxy,        a whole new ballpark.        he’d seen a couple of familiar faces around so he knew he was   utterly alone    but it was scary nonetheless.    he looked up from sitting at the bar towards the closest person,  lips tugged down into a small frown.                    ❝‌‌    ‌don’t get me wrong,  it’s been fun    so far    but    . . .   i’m going to miss home pretty shortly.   ‌❞

❝    you  know ,  i  like  to  think  i  am  a  man  of  many  talents    …   ❞          he  could  cook ,  bake ,  juggle ,  dance ,  sing ,  preform ,  clean ,  somehow  wake  up  on  time ,  finish  work ,  have  a  glittering  social  life  with  many  affairs ,   &   somehow  charm  everyone  while  doing  it .   he  was  a  package  in  many  rights  but  he  wasn’t  everything .          ❝    'owever ,  tough  is  not  a  word  i  would  describe  myself  as  i  don’t  think .    i  don’t  think  i  could  be  much !   ❞           he  really  would  have  been  the  worst  villain  kid .            ❝    perhaps  i  am  a  man  of  few  wants  but  i  don’t  see  need  for  getting  tough  often !    i  deal  more  in  …   persuasion .   ❞

“aren’t you----” no, jo was surely SEEING THINGS at this point ?? brows knitted together, “you’re not l e x i e grey are you ?? it’s impossible ??” were her eyes messing with her, for real, she had JUST gone to the eye doctor ?? 

for a moment, she was frozen in her spot, eyeing the other - most likely freaking her OUT. “i’m jo---- jo wilson, i work at grey sloan... with meredith grey.” blinking starting to take over, unable to help herself, all she could to so was eye lexie up and down.