Chapter 2: The Morning After
"Oh god, this can't be happening," Joey almost screeched as she turned and swung her legs over the side of the bed and not even thinking, she wraps the sheet around her body and stood up, bringing it with her. Pacey, who had just as big a hangover as Joey, felt the cold air hit him and shivered, covering his eyes as the sun met his eyes and he felt a massive headache hitting him. He lay there and rubbed his forehead as he tried to gain his composure. "This isn't good, not good!" Joey turned around and looked down at the naked Pacey, widening her eyes and turning around again. "Oh geez...oh no," She put her hands over her eyes as if she was seeing Pacey naked for the first time.
"What the..." Pacey trailed off as he tried to ignore his headache, but couldn't. He just lay there, trying to recover from the shock of waking up to a hangover and the sun hitting his eyes so violently.
"I can't believe this. I can't believe i did this. Oh shit, crap crap!" Joey squealed, looking around the room and hoping to see clothes, but she didn't see any of hers, so she just stood there, wrapped in a sheet and facing away from Pacey. "Pacey, could you please, um...like...cover up!" She said, looking sideways and wanting to turn around, but couldn't.
Pacey hadn't got the amount of time Joey had to digest everything, so as he sat up quickly, he was still trying to recover from waking up with a headache. He immediately groaned lay back down against the pillows, holding his head in his hand. "Just..." He sighed, trailing off, not having the strength to say more.
"I know you have a hangover, i do too, but you need to put clothes on!" Joey's words barely registered with Pacey as he slowly opened his eyes, this time ready for the light that hit them. He blinked rapidly and took a deep breath in and out as he truly took in the situation. Then he looked slowly over at Joey, who was still standing with her back to him and muttering "Oh my god, oh my god" under her breath as she ran a hand through her long, silky brown hair over and over again.
Pacey already knows that what they did by seeing his naked state and he could tell Joey was naked under the sheet. He moved to sit up slowly this time and while his pounding headache was mostly all he could concentrate on, he was able to slip off the side of the bed. He hadn't quite remembered their night yet and Joey stopped muttering under breath when she heard Pacey move. She looked away sharply when he came into her view. He had spotted his boxers and shorts fairly quickly, so he had moved over to them. As he was pulling up his boxers, it came to him. He remembered their night together.
Joey laughing as she drank. Him laughing as he drank and them talking.
Joey on top of him.
Joey shifting on top of him.
Joey making him feel something he'd never felt with her before.
Joey leaning down to kiss him.
Him taking off her shirt and kissing her passionately.
Them moving towards her bedroom all the while stripping as they went.
Them kissing and naked on the bed he'd just been lying on.
And him thrusting into her over and over again.
Pacey gasped and froze in his action of putting on his boxers. He knew they'd done it, but, like Joey, he hadn't fully grasped the gravity of the situation till he remembered it. Joey had looked around at his gasp and trying hard to ignore his naked form, especially trying to keep her eyes from traveling downward, she saw the look of realization cross his face and he slowly looked up at her.
"You remember, don't you?" She whispered as she looked down at him.
"Yes..." He whispered quietly. And then, finally seeming to be affected by being naked in her presence, he blushed furiously and pulled his boxers up. "Oh shit!"
"I see you finally grasp this severity of this!" Joey said loudly, ignoring her still throbbing headache as she did so.
"Well, excuse me, i have a hangover and people tend to take a while to remember things when they drink," Pacey pulled on his shorts over his boxers.
"Look-" Joey started, but the phone ringing interrupted her. They both jumped at the sound. Then Joey rushed over to the phone. "It's Dawson, shit!"
Pacey's eyes widened. Dawson. Right. Dawson, his best friend. Dawson, who was engaged to Joey, who he now considered another of his best friends. And he'd slept with her. Oh My God. That was the only thing that could come into Pacey's mind as he stared, wide-eyed at Joey as she very reluctantly pressed the on button of the phone and raised the phone to her ear.
"Hello? Dawson, hey," She tried to sound as normal as possible, but her voice sounded a little higher than usual.
Pacey swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'll get the rest of your clothes," Pacey whispered loudly to her.
She nodded frantically to him and brought her attention back to Dawson. "What? Yes...no, it's okay that you didn't come home last night." [i]More than okay, or else you would have either caught Pacey and me making out, having sex or just sleeping together in our bed after sex. Oh god.[/i]
Joey looked over at Pacey and they shared a look before Pacey left the room to search for her clothes and his shirt. He didn't need to hear their conversation. He made his way down the hallway and, still trying to ignore his headache, he found her jeans and underwear in a heap on the floor halfway down the hall. He picked them up and even though he was freaking out, he couldn't help thinking [i]i'm holding Joey Potter's underwear.[/i] He shook his head to rid any inappropriate thoughts about Joey and her clothes. He just walked on, found his shirt a little way behind the couch. He picked it up and put it on and went to button it and he was, but then he noticed a few missing. "Oh great..." He muttered. Joey Potter had ripped his shirt open in passion. And now his shirt looked weird on him, not all the buttons being buttoned and you could see a good amount of his stomach. He just sighed and tried to ignore it.
Then he went around to the front of the couch and found her tank top on the floor and picked it up and then looked around for her bra. "Where...?" He trailed off as he looked around wildly for her bra. He remembered taking her bra off and throwing it somewhere, but he had no idea where it had went. Then, by luck, he spotted it in the corner of the living room. "If they just a had a different colored carpet," He muttered to himself as he headed over to the corner of the living room. "Why does everything have to be white?"
He picked up her white, lacy bra and couldn't help thinking once again, [i]I can't believe i'm holding Joey Potter's bra.[/i] He shook his head once again. No, he couldn't think about that. He couldn't think about that or her in any way other than friendship. But that was pretty much shot to hell now that he had fucked her. Oh my god, he slept with her. All he could keep thinking was "Oh my god."
He sighed and tried not to think of what it was like kissing her or what it was like touching her, what it was like feeling her-in every sense of the word. He'd felt passion and connection, but he couldn't fester on those feelings. And so he pushed them to the back of his mind and walked back toward her bedroom-It was easier for him to think of it as just her room instead of her and Dawson's room at the moment.
Oh and not only had he slept with his best friends fiance, he had also slept with her in their bed. The bed they slept together in and had sex in. He stopped to shudder. He couldn't think of them having sex. He'd always blocked that from his mind, even though he knew they had sex. He just...he didn't like thinking about it. He blocked those thoughts out of his mind as he continued to her room.
He entered the room and saw her sitting on the side of the bed, the sheet still wrapped around her and her head in her hands. He sighed and sat next to her. He held out her bundle of clothes. "Here..." He murmured, handing them to her.
She looked up from her hands and then smiled slowly at him. "Thanks," She said and took her clothes. Then she blushed. "Do you think you could...?" She motioned for him to turn away from her.
"Sure sure," He nodded and shifted so he was turned away from her and he looked at the wall that was now in front of his line of vision. He heard the sheet crinkle as she pulled it off of her and then heard her putting on her clothes. For some weird reason he wanted to turn and look at her, to look at her naked body, but he didn't. That's the last thing they needed right now.
When Pacey heard complete quietness overcome the room, he slowly turned to look at her and she is sitting there with her arms crossed over her chest and she was staring straight ahead at the wall. "Well..." He cleared his throat. Part of Pacey wanted to ask her what she and Dawson talked about, but the other part of him wanted to just run far far away from the apartment to his own house. "I guess i should..."
"Dawson's going to be here in ten minutes," She suddenly spoke up. "Seven now, actually..." She murmured.
"Okay, well then i better get going," Pacey said quickly and stood up.
"Ye-yeah," Joey stutters. She would have liked to talk to him about what happened, but she knew they didn't have enough time to even start the long talk this event had caused. It wasn't a conversation they could have in seven minutes and not one they could have in front of Dawson. One they definitely couldn't have in front of Dawson.
Pacey was already out the door of her bedroom and she shook her head and stood up to follow him. "You mind if i take some advil? I have a massive headache..." Pacey asked casually as he could.
"No, go ahead," Joey said behind him and watched as he nodded thanks to her and went into the kitchen, looked for the appropriate pills in the kitchen, got a cup and filled it with water and then took the two pills in relief and drank water to wash them down.
"You should take some too," Pacey sighed.
"I will," She said distractedly. Six minutes now.
Just then a thought occurred to Pacey and he looked at her with panic.
"Wh-what?" She said with wide-eyes.
"We didn't use a condom. I-I didn't use one! Oh shit, oh no!" Pacey yelled, his eyes wide with panic. Joey's eyes widened too at this thought and she started to panic, but then she calmed almost immediately.
"I'm on the pill, Pacey," She said loudly, because she was still slightly panicking.
"You are? Oh thank god..." He seemed to deflate with relief as he put his cup of water down and he leaned against the counter for support.
"And i have morning after pills, i can take them now just to be extra careful," She said. Thank god she had a couple left in the bathroom.
"Okay, that's a good idea," Pacey breathed. The last thing they needed was Joey to get pregnant with their adulterous love child.
"And now, you should go," She looked at her watch. Four minutes. If Pacey didn't leave, they'd have to make up something for why he was here, why he'd stayed over and why he'd been here in the first place. She didn't need that on top of having to lie to her fiance. She just couldn't deal with that.
"Right, right," Pacey nodded quickly and he walked quickly out of the kitchen, almost power-walking to the door as he quickly slipped on his flip flops. Thank god he hadn't warn tennis shoes or anything of that sort last night. He didn't have the patience for that right now. "I'll um..." He murmured as he opened the door and looked back at her. "See ya," He said awkwardly.
"Yeah, see ya," She swallowed.
"Um..." Pacey felt like he should say more, but at the look that Joey gave him, he didn't say anymore and left, closing the door behind him. They didn't have time to talk, although they seriously needed to. Pacey walked out into the sunshine of L.A. and walked as quickly as he could to his car, getting in and turning the car on, quickly putting on his seat belt as he left, just in time for Dawson not to notice his car or him for that matter. He was out of there and speeding away without one glance back.