The Start of Something
Chapter One -- Moment
She was flying, soaring through the air as if she had suddenly learned how, suspended in mid air she felt weightless. This magical feeling however was soon replaced by panic and the looming feeling of impending doom. Joey did not have long to dwell on it however as she came into contact with the wooden floor of her bedroom, her arms in front of her to reduce the impact of her fall. A loud thud and the sting of skin and bones crashing into the floor – this was not how she wanted to start her morning.
"Graceful" A voice came from the door
"Ooww" The only words, or rather sounds that Joey could come up with,
"Eloquent too, I must say I am impressed, but humor me Jo, how is it that I find you in this most interesting position?" The voice probed
"In a rush – pile of clothes—tripped—clumsy…" Joey said flustered searching the room for the source of the voice, grimacing in pain she made an attempt to get up. Within seconds she felt a pair of strong arms around her waist
"Pacey" A statement, not a question, Joey's eyes met his, she was now standing, still wrapped in his arms.
"Its alright Jo, I got you" He reassured her. A part of Joey wanted to break away from his hold, to shut him out as she had usually done, but another, completely new part of her seemed locked in place, perfectly content with where she was. They seemed to be trapped in the moment, unable to break eye contact, ensnared in a reverie they both shared for what could have been eternity. They were the only people in the world at that point, nothing seemed to matter, not the fact that the pair of teenagers could not normally stand one another, not the fact that they were now late for the first day of school and certainly not the fact that Joey had not yet put on a shirt. This warp in reality came to an end with a sound that could only be described as a mix of a gasp and a shriek.
"Sh..Shirt, I need a shirt" Still slightly disoriented, but now embarrassed, Joey looked down to see that she was in nothing but a pair of jeans and a light pink bra. Pacey's eyes flickered briefly to her chest, and back to her eyes, and then once again they made the return, as if on their own, south of Joey's face.
"Pacey!" That did it, he instantly let go, whirring around, his back to his half naked nemesis.
"uuhh, sorry Jo, I…um…you fell"
"Yes, I am aware of that, I am also aware of the fact that I am topless and the fact that YOU are standing in my room, ever hear of knocking?" Her tone was both embarrassed and angry, but not quite hysterical.
"I heard a crash, I thought you were hurt…I just…" Pacey tried to redeem himself, disoriented from the sight of Joey's chest. "I saw you on the floor, nothing else seemed to matter, that I didn't knock or that you were…you know…and don't worry, I didn't see that much" Joey quickly put on the first top she could reach for, "so much for looking good on the first day of school" she thought.
Joey ran out for the door, Pacey right behind her, still recovering from the situation he just partook in. His mind wandered to images of a scantily clad Joey Potter, images forever imprinted in conscious. Questions raced through his mind, he wandered why Joey's clothes were in a pile in the first place…
"I came to give you a ride Jo, you know to school" Pacey tried his best to regain some control over the situation.
"Thank you, but I think that I'll walk today" Joey replied in a scathing tone.
"Are you sure? You're going to be late"
"Quite sure" She was already walking, as fast as she could, avoiding facing him.
"Alright, well, try not to put yourself into any more danger, alright?" She could hear Pacey's voice behind her but tried her best to keep walking, hoping to regain composure in time for her first class, which she was already late for. Of all the guys she thought would be the first to see her bra, she could not believe it was Pacey.