Sometimes I get really bad writers block and other stories pop in my head and don't allow me to make room for what I'm trying to write. Finally decided to just put this one down on paper. Assume everything in season 1 through the finale happened - but this is a couple of weeks after. Please review if you'd like me to keep posting!

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"Well, remind me never to do that again," Joey muttered as Pacey put his car in park.

"Which part? The double date with Dawson and Jen part? Or the entire extra large soda all over your lap?" Pacey teased, a playful grin on his face.

She shot him a death stare as she dramatically undid her seatbelt.

"Or perhaps the hang out with Pacey part?" he offered, his smile wavering slightly.

"Sadly Pacey… that was the best part of my night. Thanks for the ride. Guess it's time to make a run for it?" she asked, watching the rain pounding on his windshield.

"Wait Potter…" he said hesitantly as her hand reached out to the door handle. "Do you mind if I park my car here for the night?"

Her mouth opened in slight surprise. "Are you still avoiding your house? Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "It's not a big deal. I spent most of the week at Dawsons, but he suggested I not come home tonight," Pacey cringed with the last words he spoke, watching carefully for her reaction.

"You realize Bessie and Bodie are still gone? I actually wouldn't mind the company," Joey offered hopefully.

"Again?" he asked in surprise. "Or wait still? Why didn't you say anything? It must be like two weeks now isn't it? "

She shook her head, not in confirmation or denial. "Something like that."

"What are you doing for food?" he asked in concern.

"They left me money. I've been riding my bike to the grocery store and working my way through my mom's cookbook. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt her lasagna."

"Oh I always loved your mom's lasagna," Pacey said softly.

For a moment they sat in silence, watching the pouring rain. Finally Joey sighed. "So I guess this isn't going to let up. I'm going to make a run for it. Did you want to spend the night in your car or my house?"

A large smile crossed Pacey's face. "I think I'll take the house. Shit it's really coming down. Okay on the count of three we run. One… two… three."

They both quickly opened their doors and ran through the pouring rain, navigating the long path to Joey's front door. She quickly unlocked it and they rushed through the door.

"Well the good news is, the soda is probably off of your jeans," Pacey offered as he scanned her wet body. The white t-shirt she was wearing was now clinging tightly to her body and Pacey found his glance lingering for far longer than appropriate.

Joey looked down, following his gaze. "Are you looking at my boobs?" she asked in shock, noticing in horror that not only was her shirt see-through but her nipples were noticeably hard.

Pacey rolled his eyes. "Get over yourself toots. You've got nothing I want to see."

Joey's mouth opened and for a moment she found herself speechless. She blinked at Pacey. "Right," she said tightly. "Well I'm just going to go change. Do you need something of Bodie's to sleep in?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice," he said softly, knowing he had just hurt her feelings, but not quite sure how to tell her that the truth was actually the opposite.

"You want to make us some drinks?"Joey asked, glancing outside as the sound of the thunder shook the house.

Pacey looked at her strangely. "And by drinks you mean?"

She let out a small laugh. "I think you know what I mean. If they are going to treat me like an adult, I get to act like an adult. I'm freezing, I'm going to change."

She tossed him a sad smile and then disappeared into her bedroom.

Pacey wandered into the kitchen, the look on Joey's face playing over and over in his head. He shivered as he opened her fridge and found a large container of orange juice. He walked over to the counter and grabbed two glasses down from her cupboard. He poured a little vodka in the first glass, and half a cup in the second glass. Just as he was pouring the orange juice in, a loud clap of thunder echoed throughout the house and the power went out.

"Jo?" Pacey called.

"Are you in the kitchen? There should be a flashlight under the sink," Joey called to him from across the house.

Pacey felt his way through the kitchen, locating the sink and then the flashlight. He turned it on and made his way to Joey.

Joey was standing in the middle of her living room, a flashlight in hand, and lighting several scented candles.

He let out a chuckle. "It smells like we are in Bath and Body works!"

"Here's some clothes if you want to change," Joey handed him a pair of Bodie's sweatpants and a t-shirt and a thick plaid robe.

"Thanks," he said gratefully, his eyes scanning her body, now covered in her own thick robe. "Will you be okay while I'm gone?"

Joey rolled her eyes. "I'm not a kid anymore, I can be alone during a storm."

Pacey laughed. "Okay, got it, I"ll be right back."

Pacey went to the bathroom and pulled off his wet jeans and t-shirt, replacing them with a warm pair of sweatpants. He realized in horror that the sweatpants did little to hide the arousal he was still feeling at the sight of her wet shirt clinging to her. He took a deep breath and decided the best course of action was to take care of the problem, that way she would never notice.

Joey sat on the couch watching the candlelight flicker as she waited for Pacey. A crash of thunder shook the house again and she pulled her knees to her chest. How long did it take him to toss some sweats on? Was he pooping? Had he snuck out the window?

"Pacey?" she called out finally. "You fall in?"

She heard a chuckle from the bathroom. "I'll be right out."

He casually flung open the bathroom door. "I'll grab the drinks and be right in."

He realized with embarrassment his bathroom trip had taken far longer than appropriate and that she probably thought he was taking a dump. He was unsure if that would be better or worse than what he was actually doing.

He walked into the living room and held a glass out to Joey. She smirked and took the glass out of his other hand. "I will take the not weak one, thanks."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know what you're talking about. But perhaps I'll grab the bottle and top mine off."

He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with the bottle of vodka.

So… what do you want to do?

"Truth or dare?" Pacey suggested playfully.

Joey rolled her eyes. "Pretty sure that will get old fast with just the two of us."

"So how about truth or strip?"

"Is this a real game?" Joey asked rolling her eyes again.

"Yes. It's simple, I ask you a truth, if you don't want to answer, you take off an article of clothing. Don't worry, I'm guessing we know everything about each other there is to know anyway.."

Joey shrugged her shoulders. "Sure. Let's play. I've got nothing you want to see anyway, right?"