The moon was high in the clouds and yet the roaring of motorcycles couldn't
stop the shouts coming from The Drunk and Dead bar. Staggering bikers,
intoxicated with cheap liquor, tripped on the gravel of the parking lot and
fell asleep as the buzz of engines filled with night sky.
Yet on they slept. A draft pushed through the room and Joey's skin rose in tiny goose bumps. She tossed and turned until a warm weight stopped her troubles. Her skin tingled as the warm arm crawled onto her cold stomach. Moaning slightly, she slowly inched towards the center of the bed. She curled up to the warm body beside her and drifted off to dreamland, content and unknowning of her actions.
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As the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, Pacey leaned on the hood of his car, wondering whether to wait for Audrey or walk up Joey and Charlie. He dug his shoes into the pavement and whistled an unknown tune while the birds began to chirp.
Quickly growing bored, he pushed himself onto his feet and flipped his car keys back and forth as he made his way towards the tacky green door with the metal seven.
Knocking loudly, he stood back and waited for someone to let him in but no sound came from the motel room. He knocked once more and then waited, now impatient and ready to break the door down.
Pacey grabbed the doorknob and found to his surprise that it wasn't locked. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. A quiet chuckle came from his throat though it sounded more like a death threat. He stared at the sleeping couple, entangled in each other's arm with the bed sheets on the floor.
'Pacey, I though you were going to wait.....oh.' Audrey walked through the open door but stopped dead in her tracks as she looked from Pacey to the bed.
Joey stirred slightly and her arm pulled Charlie closer as she buried her face in his chest.
Pacey stood as still as a statue with a somewhat disturbing grin on his face as he watched on.
'Pacey, I know what you're thinking but killing him now would mean that we have to lug the body back with us,' Audrey whispered as she approached Pacey cautiously.
'Not if we leave it here,' he replied.
The hiss of whispers reached Joey's ears and didn't help her fall back asleep. She opened her eyes and saw bright blue fabric. Looking up, she recognized the sleeping face of Charlie. A strange weight on her side stopped her from moving so she quietly whispered, 'Charlie. Wake up,' as Pacey and Audrey continued bickering.
Soon Charlie soon opened his eyes and realized where he was and what he was doing.
'What the hell are you doing?' hissed Joey though she didn't bother to break the embrace.
'You're the one who decided that we needed to cuddle in the middle of the night,' retorted Charlie, who slid down to look her in the eye.
'I did not!' she whispered with her eyebrows knitting in disbelief.
'Oh so you're not the one with the ice cold skin!'
They both looked over at Audrey and Pacey who were considering different means of homicide and pondered how they were going to get out of their predicament.
'So what do we do now?' asked Joey. She feared having to look Pacey in the eye though it was really none of his business what she did at night and with whom she did it with.
'I say we go back to sleep,' said Charlie as he held back a yawn.
Joey snuck a glance at Audrey but she was caught. Getting the message, Audrey told Pacey that she would handle it and pushed him out the door, locking it behind her.
Once Pacey was gone, Joey poked Charlie's chest, waking him from his planned slumber. Sitting up and knocking Charlie's arm off her side, Joey combed her fingers through her hair. 'Thanks, Audrey. I owe you one.'
'No problem,' Audrey replied as she made her way toward the door but before she left, Audrey turned around and mouthed, 'CURIOUS!' to Joey who grabbed the pillow from under Charlie's head and threw it at her departing roommate. Audrey leapt behind the door and closed it behind her, leaving Charlie and Joey alone in their awkward silence.
As Joey rubbed her eyes gently, Charlie laid back and watched, mesmerized by her simple actions.
Joey looked over her shoulder and noticed Charlie's staring. 'What?'
Charlie laughed but did answer her question. He got up and grabbed his shirt from the nearby chair and walked into the bathroom.
Joey, finally alone, sighed and let herself fall back onto the bed. It still held the gentle scent of Charlie's cologne. She didn't want to admit it but she was at peace that night, lying in Charlie's arms. She loved the way her skin tingled at the slightest touch, how it used to be with Pacey. Joey smiled as she remembered the gentle embrace and though she didn't want to, she craved more.
'Joey Potter, you are asking for trouble,' she said to herself as she got up and walked out the door.
Yet on they slept. A draft pushed through the room and Joey's skin rose in tiny goose bumps. She tossed and turned until a warm weight stopped her troubles. Her skin tingled as the warm arm crawled onto her cold stomach. Moaning slightly, she slowly inched towards the center of the bed. She curled up to the warm body beside her and drifted off to dreamland, content and unknowning of her actions.
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As the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, Pacey leaned on the hood of his car, wondering whether to wait for Audrey or walk up Joey and Charlie. He dug his shoes into the pavement and whistled an unknown tune while the birds began to chirp.
Quickly growing bored, he pushed himself onto his feet and flipped his car keys back and forth as he made his way towards the tacky green door with the metal seven.
Knocking loudly, he stood back and waited for someone to let him in but no sound came from the motel room. He knocked once more and then waited, now impatient and ready to break the door down.
Pacey grabbed the doorknob and found to his surprise that it wasn't locked. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. A quiet chuckle came from his throat though it sounded more like a death threat. He stared at the sleeping couple, entangled in each other's arm with the bed sheets on the floor.
'Pacey, I though you were going to wait.....oh.' Audrey walked through the open door but stopped dead in her tracks as she looked from Pacey to the bed.
Joey stirred slightly and her arm pulled Charlie closer as she buried her face in his chest.
Pacey stood as still as a statue with a somewhat disturbing grin on his face as he watched on.
'Pacey, I know what you're thinking but killing him now would mean that we have to lug the body back with us,' Audrey whispered as she approached Pacey cautiously.
'Not if we leave it here,' he replied.
The hiss of whispers reached Joey's ears and didn't help her fall back asleep. She opened her eyes and saw bright blue fabric. Looking up, she recognized the sleeping face of Charlie. A strange weight on her side stopped her from moving so she quietly whispered, 'Charlie. Wake up,' as Pacey and Audrey continued bickering.
Soon Charlie soon opened his eyes and realized where he was and what he was doing.
'What the hell are you doing?' hissed Joey though she didn't bother to break the embrace.
'You're the one who decided that we needed to cuddle in the middle of the night,' retorted Charlie, who slid down to look her in the eye.
'I did not!' she whispered with her eyebrows knitting in disbelief.
'Oh so you're not the one with the ice cold skin!'
They both looked over at Audrey and Pacey who were considering different means of homicide and pondered how they were going to get out of their predicament.
'So what do we do now?' asked Joey. She feared having to look Pacey in the eye though it was really none of his business what she did at night and with whom she did it with.
'I say we go back to sleep,' said Charlie as he held back a yawn.
Joey snuck a glance at Audrey but she was caught. Getting the message, Audrey told Pacey that she would handle it and pushed him out the door, locking it behind her.
Once Pacey was gone, Joey poked Charlie's chest, waking him from his planned slumber. Sitting up and knocking Charlie's arm off her side, Joey combed her fingers through her hair. 'Thanks, Audrey. I owe you one.'
'No problem,' Audrey replied as she made her way toward the door but before she left, Audrey turned around and mouthed, 'CURIOUS!' to Joey who grabbed the pillow from under Charlie's head and threw it at her departing roommate. Audrey leapt behind the door and closed it behind her, leaving Charlie and Joey alone in their awkward silence.
As Joey rubbed her eyes gently, Charlie laid back and watched, mesmerized by her simple actions.
Joey looked over her shoulder and noticed Charlie's staring. 'What?'
Charlie laughed but did answer her question. He got up and grabbed his shirt from the nearby chair and walked into the bathroom.
Joey, finally alone, sighed and let herself fall back onto the bed. It still held the gentle scent of Charlie's cologne. She didn't want to admit it but she was at peace that night, lying in Charlie's arms. She loved the way her skin tingled at the slightest touch, how it used to be with Pacey. Joey smiled as she remembered the gentle embrace and though she didn't want to, she craved more.
'Joey Potter, you are asking for trouble,' she said to herself as she got up and walked out the door.