I don't own dawson's creek .

"Dawson don't you think you may have went a bit overboard." Joey looked over at the teetering pile of tapes sitting preciously on his bed ready to spill onto the floor at any moment.

"You can never have to many movies on movie night Jo you know that," he looked over at the pile pulling them back before they crashed to the floor.

"There's like twelve movies there." She protested, "There's no way we can make it through all of them tonight."

Dawson just shrugged and Joey just rolled her eyes she knew that if Dawson had the choice he would live in a world where all they did all day was watch movies. "Dawson are you crazy," Pacey asked coming through the window and sitting down on the bed taking in the stack of movies.

He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Seriously you guys , you act like I'm going to torture you with movies or something." Pacey and Joey shared a look thinking that sometimes it did feel like they were being tortured by movies.

"Ok, Spielberg calm down and put the first movie in. "Pacey rolled his eyes and got comfortable Joey was about ready to crack after five hours and two and a half movies she wanted to leave she wanted to climb down that ladder and run away screaming. She made herself focus on the screen one last movie she thought I'll just make it through this movie and I'll leave. It felt to her like the hours the minuets the seconds were dragging on into eternity she felt like the universe had a conspiracy against her. Finally the credits were rolling and she looked over at Dawson.

"Well Dawson as fun as this has been I think I'm going to go home,"

"Yeah man I think I am to," Pacey stood up getting ready to fallow Joey out the window.

"but we've only watched three movies," Dawson pouted looking over at the stack of still unwatched movies.

"Sorry man I told my pops I'd be home at eleven and its ten forty five now." Pacey told the little white lie, anything to get him out of watching another movie.

"Fine, Hey Jo." Joey turned towards Dawson

"yeah,"

Dawson shuffled nervously from one foot to the other. "Well the thing is…. The movie's almost over and I'd… really like to interview you."

"Oh," Joey's face started to lose its color and her gaze flickered over to Pacey's as she tried to speak past the instantaneous lump in her throat. "Well… yeah… I guess… only if Pacey's here."

"Of course I'll be there Jo." Pacey reassured her.

"Thanks Jo." Dawson breathed a sigh of relief he didn't' know how he could make a film without Joey in it. "I'll see you tomorrow then." Joey just nodded her head numbly as she climbed out the window Pacey fallowing behind her.

"So do you really have to go home," Joey asked as her and Pacey neared the Leery's property ended and the creek began.

"Nah, I just didn't want to watch another movie." He shrugged.

"Yeah I know the feeling." Joey giggled.

"Do you need to get home," He asked turning his eyes towards the Potters house.

"No I told my mom I would properly stay over here tonight,"

"I wouldn't go back in their Joey it would just involve more torture via Spielberg"

"Wasn't planning on it." She laughed.

"Good then I believe you still need a place to sleep unless you want people to think you have no social life," he teased.

"Pacey I'm ten your eleven I don't think people expect us to have a social life,"

"Neither here nor their Miss. Potter."

"Ok then what's your Point."

"Your coming home with me of course."

"Don't I always." She teased.

"On a good night though I don't know why I put up with it." He threw back.

"You I'm the one that has to deal with your smelly feet."

"Love you to Potter." He sneered

"Loath you to Witter." She sneered as they made their way back to the Witter house and up the ladder.

The next morning Joey had to force herself out of bed and moving "Potter are you ok." Pacey watched her with worry etched in his eyes.

"Yeah Pace I'm fine" they made their way to the Leery's Joey dreading every step as it lead her close to her very fear.

"joey you don't have to do this you know."

"Yes Pacey I do, Just don't leave me ok." She took his hand and squeezed it tightly. They made it to the Leery's front porch and walked in. "Dawson I'm here." Joey called up the stairs. Dawson came bounding down the stairs.

"the camera equipment is all sat up in the living room lets go. With trepidation the two of them fallowed their friend into the living room Joey sank down onto the couch Pacey next to her never letting go of her hand Dawson across from them. "Ok Jo." Lets get started.

He asked her question after question each question harder to answer then the last one. She tried to bate the tears away with her eyelashes. "Jo,Joey," Pacey squeezed her hand tightly. "We can stop at any time. " he glared over at Dawson."

"Um yeah we can but I only have one more question." Joey just nodded prodding dawson to ask his last question. Dawson clicked the camera off and Joey let the tears finally wash down her face. Pacey gathered her into his arms and glared over his head at Dawson. The blond just held his hands up in surrender.

"Come on Jo." Pacey helped her stand as she wiped the tears from her eyes. He led her from the house, Dawson close behind them.

"Jo are you ok." Dawson looked at his female friend.

"Yeah Dawson I'm fine I hope your movie turns out ok." She gave him a watery smile before walking away with Pacey Dawson looked between his friends and his equipment and wondered for the first time in his life if he was doing the right thing.

A/N thanks to those that commented this will properly be the last update until the 4th as I'll be on vacation