Joey walked down the street in a slow almost depressing fashion. She had
expected to see Dawson tonight. When Dawson asked her out Joey had been
thrilled. She had gone shopping with Jen and Andie just for the occasion,
but Dawson never showed. Maybe he figured it was no big deal, blowing her
off. Joey had been waiting at the Icehouse for almost four hours before she
finally gave up. Now she felt stupid.
Joey heard a car behind her and prayed it was Dawson and that he had a good excuse for standing her up. And what she meant by good was flawless. Joey turned around to see Matt Caufield and a bunch of his loser buddies laughing and pointing at her. She just turned back around and pretended not to notice them. Unfortunately they didn't make that easy. They pulled their car up next to her and drove just slow enough to keep up with Joey's fast pace.
"Hey Joey!" Matt called, leaning halfway out of the still-moving convertible, which was followed by several wolf whistles and obscene comments.
She tried to ignore them but the more she ignored the more they called until finally she turned to face them. Trying her best to stay calm she asked, "What do you want Matt?"
"Why are you so dressed up? Aww, did you have a date tonight." Joey didn't answer she just rolled her eyes and waited for him to get bored.
"I know you did, Joey. I was there. It was so funny, watching you get so worked up and then heartbroken You even pulled out the water works for Leery. I bet he would be touched."
"As much as this isn't any of your business, those tears weren't for Dawson." Okay, so she lied. Who could blame her?
Out of nowhere Joey felt a strong, muscular arm slip around her waist. He leaned very close to her ear and said, in a voice loud enough to be heard by the other guys, "I'm sorry I couldn't make it tonight baby. Do you forgive me?"
Joey recognized that voice, but she still needed to see it to believe it. Turning around in his arms, Joey's suspicions were confirmed. Pacey. She'd been hoping that it was Dawson. That would have been fine. Pacey on the other hand was. Joey looked him up and down slightly. She certainly couldn't deny that Pacey was attractive. And tonight he was wearing a blue button-down shirt that accentuated his bright blue eyes. In fact, his entire outfit seemed purposefully worn to draw attention to those amazing orbs. Oh, it didn't matter how nice he cleaned up, Pacey was still Pacey.
When Joey realized that she had been staring she decided to go along with it. At least it would get Matt away from her. Joey looked Pacey up and down again in her best sexual manner and said, "Of course not."
Before Pacey had time to react, Joey grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down for a deep drowning kiss. The second she heard the idiotmobile peel out and fly down the street Joey pushed Pacey away from her.
"What the hell did you think you were doing!" she screamed, still angry at herself for kissing him, and even more irritated for liking it.
"Woah, you kissed me remember?"
Joey glared at him. "I was just playing along. You're the one who started the show!"
"Well, I thought you could use a little help with those guys!" He couldn't believe she was yelling at him. It wasn't like he forced her to swap spit with him. He hadn't even asked her to. Joey started to walk away and Pacey ran to catch up.
"Jo, wait up!"
She stopped, but only because she felt guilt for snapping at him. Not that she would ever admit it. "What Pacey?"
Pacey caught up with her and for the first time that night he really noticed her. Joey had her hair swept up in some elegant way that kept it off her neck and shoulders. The dress she wore was a brilliant red velvet low-cut spaghetti strap that hit just a little above her knees. It had a slit on each side that traveled up her long legs until they stopped at mid- thigh. She was even wearing make-up, and she looked absolutely stunning now that he noticed. Joey always looked amazing but tonight she was absolutely breathtaking.
"I.um." he took a deep breath and tried to regain some composure. "Why are you so dressed up?"
"Well, I had a date with Dawson." She said quietly.
"When you looked like this?" Pacey asked incredulously before he could stop himself and he immediately realized his mistake. "Joey, I didn't mean that the way it came out."
"Then how did you mean it Pacey?" Joey snapped. She'd already felt self- conscience about the dress. Joey had told Bessie it made her look like a hooker.
"I just meant.well.you look.you look beautiful. How did Dawson manage to walk away from you tonight?" Joey blushed from his complement but her face fell at the mention of Dawson's name.
"He didn't walk away. That would imply that he showed up at all." Joey shifted in her two- inch heels. "Pace, if we are going to have some heartfelt friend moment can we please not do it in the middle of the street?"
Joey heard a car behind her and prayed it was Dawson and that he had a good excuse for standing her up. And what she meant by good was flawless. Joey turned around to see Matt Caufield and a bunch of his loser buddies laughing and pointing at her. She just turned back around and pretended not to notice them. Unfortunately they didn't make that easy. They pulled their car up next to her and drove just slow enough to keep up with Joey's fast pace.
"Hey Joey!" Matt called, leaning halfway out of the still-moving convertible, which was followed by several wolf whistles and obscene comments.
She tried to ignore them but the more she ignored the more they called until finally she turned to face them. Trying her best to stay calm she asked, "What do you want Matt?"
"Why are you so dressed up? Aww, did you have a date tonight." Joey didn't answer she just rolled her eyes and waited for him to get bored.
"I know you did, Joey. I was there. It was so funny, watching you get so worked up and then heartbroken You even pulled out the water works for Leery. I bet he would be touched."
"As much as this isn't any of your business, those tears weren't for Dawson." Okay, so she lied. Who could blame her?
Out of nowhere Joey felt a strong, muscular arm slip around her waist. He leaned very close to her ear and said, in a voice loud enough to be heard by the other guys, "I'm sorry I couldn't make it tonight baby. Do you forgive me?"
Joey recognized that voice, but she still needed to see it to believe it. Turning around in his arms, Joey's suspicions were confirmed. Pacey. She'd been hoping that it was Dawson. That would have been fine. Pacey on the other hand was. Joey looked him up and down slightly. She certainly couldn't deny that Pacey was attractive. And tonight he was wearing a blue button-down shirt that accentuated his bright blue eyes. In fact, his entire outfit seemed purposefully worn to draw attention to those amazing orbs. Oh, it didn't matter how nice he cleaned up, Pacey was still Pacey.
When Joey realized that she had been staring she decided to go along with it. At least it would get Matt away from her. Joey looked Pacey up and down again in her best sexual manner and said, "Of course not."
Before Pacey had time to react, Joey grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down for a deep drowning kiss. The second she heard the idiotmobile peel out and fly down the street Joey pushed Pacey away from her.
"What the hell did you think you were doing!" she screamed, still angry at herself for kissing him, and even more irritated for liking it.
"Woah, you kissed me remember?"
Joey glared at him. "I was just playing along. You're the one who started the show!"
"Well, I thought you could use a little help with those guys!" He couldn't believe she was yelling at him. It wasn't like he forced her to swap spit with him. He hadn't even asked her to. Joey started to walk away and Pacey ran to catch up.
"Jo, wait up!"
She stopped, but only because she felt guilt for snapping at him. Not that she would ever admit it. "What Pacey?"
Pacey caught up with her and for the first time that night he really noticed her. Joey had her hair swept up in some elegant way that kept it off her neck and shoulders. The dress she wore was a brilliant red velvet low-cut spaghetti strap that hit just a little above her knees. It had a slit on each side that traveled up her long legs until they stopped at mid- thigh. She was even wearing make-up, and she looked absolutely stunning now that he noticed. Joey always looked amazing but tonight she was absolutely breathtaking.
"I.um." he took a deep breath and tried to regain some composure. "Why are you so dressed up?"
"Well, I had a date with Dawson." She said quietly.
"When you looked like this?" Pacey asked incredulously before he could stop himself and he immediately realized his mistake. "Joey, I didn't mean that the way it came out."
"Then how did you mean it Pacey?" Joey snapped. She'd already felt self- conscience about the dress. Joey had told Bessie it made her look like a hooker.
"I just meant.well.you look.you look beautiful. How did Dawson manage to walk away from you tonight?" Joey blushed from his complement but her face fell at the mention of Dawson's name.
"He didn't walk away. That would imply that he showed up at all." Joey shifted in her two- inch heels. "Pace, if we are going to have some heartfelt friend moment can we please not do it in the middle of the street?"