Description: This is a post Joey/Pacey break-up fic. It is based five years after they parted ways that fateful night at prom. Two characters Ezra and Andrew are mine. Not a crossover fic though I borrowed Ezra from Pretty little Liars.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the original storyline and Andrew, he's of my own imagination.

Author's Note: Review and I will happily update often.

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Chapter#2

(Joey's pov)

Lying in bed unable to sleep, I stare up at the dark ceiling. What the hell am I even doing here? I should have just told Ezra to take me home. Sure, right now it might not have been the safest place to go. But at least I wouldn't be at his place and completely taking over his room. Ugh, I feel so bad right now. What am I even doing? If anything I should be out there on the couch, not him. After another half hour or so of not being able to fall back asleep, I climb out of bed. Making my way toward the bedroom door, I open it and tiptoe down the hall quietly," Hey, Ezra. Are you still up? I can't sleep. Look, I know that you said I could take your room. But I feel guilty making you stay out here. Ezra, you should sleep with me."

" Oh my damn, you're a fox!", cries out a guy who I'm to assume is Ezra's roommate. More than a little self conscious, I wrap a blanket from the couch around myself. Is that supposed to be a flattering comment? Maybe some girls might think so but not me, if this guys not careful he's going to wind up with a black eye. God why are all guys such pigs? Well, that's not completely true. Ezra's actually a really sweet guy.

" We literally just talked about this Andrew. I'm sorry Joey, please ignore him.", apologizes Ezra quickly before shooting Andrew an agitated glare. What is he saying sorry for? It's not his fault that his roommate is a jerk. Ezra has nothing to feel bad about. If anything I feel guilty for making him stay out of the couch. He didn't have to allow me to spend the night yet he did.

" It's fine really. So...what do you say, come to bed with me?", I ask with a tired smile making its way across my face. Grasping hold of Ezra's hand, I pull him up from his seat. He looks more than slightly at a loss for words right now. Leaning up, I place a friendly peck on his cheek. This seems to relax Ezra a bit as he eventually returns the gesture. Does that mean he'll sleep in the room with me so I can stop feeling so guilty?

Poking a head out from their room, I hear a voice behind me call," For Christ sake, what's with all the...son of a bitch?"

Turning round at the sound of a familiar voice, my eyes meet none other then Pacey's," What the hell."

" Care to explain yourself Potter?", demands Pacey before taking a step toward me. Standing my ground I don't bother backing up. My eyes never leave his as we engage in a staring contest. Refusing to back down, I place an irritated hand on my hip. Pacey is the last person I expected to see tonight. The two of us did not part ways on good terms. He broke up with me and our senior prom in front of everyone. Needless to say Pacey and I haven't spoken much since. Maybe about a year or so ago at Christmas the both of us had a bit too much to drink and spent the night together. That turned out to be a huge mistake. Pacey failed to mention he'd been seeing someone. I found out shortly after and we had a huge fight followed by another falling out. Since then we haven't talked to one another. Just my luck that he would be Ezra's roommate.

" I was just about to ask you the same thing, Witter.", I snap back as I regard him with a bitter scowl. Why am I even arguing with Pacey? This is a waste of time. Somehow I knew that it was only a matter of time before he made an appearance in my life again. Of all the times, why did it have to be now? Why tonight? Ezra mentioned that he had two roommates but I never imagined one of them would be Pacey J. Witter. What am I supposed to do? It's not like I can just stop being friends with Ezra, nor would I want to. I have known him for almost a year now and in that time we have become really close friends. Why does Pacey always ruin everything?

" It's not obvious by now? I live here Jo.", mutters Pacey with an exhausted sigh. Watching him carefully as he takes a seat, I reluctantly let my guard down. While this might not be the most ideal situation, there's no need for the two of us to overreact. Sure Pacey and I have our differences and don't exactly get along, but I'm way too tired to bicker with him. All I want to do right now is go back to bed. By the looks of it, Pacey seems to want nothing more than to do the same.

" I'll be gone in the morning don't worry. Coming here was obviously a mistake that I won't be making again anytime soon.", I confide in a dismissive tone. Not wanting to pick a fight with Pacey, I decide it's best to just leave things as is. The last thing I want is for either of us to say something we'll come to regret. We might not be on the best of terms, but that's not to say I don't still care a great deal about Pacey. This said, it is killing me to be in the same room as him right now. Seeing Pacey has only brought back all the pain and heart ache he has caused me. Wounds that were never fully healed have been torn open and once again I'm left vulnerable.

Glancing up at me once more, Pacey runs an exhausted hand through his hair," No, I never said that you had to leave Joey."

Clearing his throat after a minute or so of silence, Ezra finally pipes in," How exactly do the two of you know one another?"

(Pacey's pov)

" That's what I would like to know.", adds Andrew from beside me. That's right neither of them knew that I know Joey. Then again why would they? Andrew has only just met Jo and Ezra...well I'm not sure how he knows her. The last thing I want to do is take a trip down memory lane. By the expression on Joey's face I doubt that she does either. There was a time when she was my world. Those days are long gone since I screwed everything up. Letting Joey go was the worse decision I could have ever made.

" That's a long story.", I answer with an entertained laugh. Joey and I have know each other forever. Hell, I have only been chasing the girl around since we were both in diapers. There was a time when Joey, Dawson and I were inseparable. Then the end of junior year came and our friendships nearly disintegrated. Dawson and I patched up our friendship, but things have never been the same between Potter and I since we broke up in high school. Last Christmas only brought more damage to our already fragile relationship. Joey and I spent a drunken night together which was a horrible mistake. At the time I had a girlfriend. While we might not have been too serious, that didn't matter in Potter's eyes when she found out. Since then we haven't talked.

" One I don't care to rehash, lets just say we grew up together.", remarks Joey with a worn out look in her eyes. Risking a glance in her direction, I noticed the hurt that lies in her eyes. I'm once again the source of her pain. Knowing this is slowly taking it's toll on me. The last thing I want is to bring Joey more heart break. It is killing me not to be able to pull her into my arms and hold her close. Those days are long gone unfortunately.

" I'm going to take a guess and say the two of you used to date.", comments Andrew much to my disliking. This must have caught Joey's attention as she is now glaring at him with a look that could kill. He couldn't have just left well enough alone could he? Leave it to Andrew to make an already tense situation more awkward. Got to hand it to him though, he hit the nail right on the head. What could have possibly gave it away though?

Staring at Joey in confusion, Ezra eventually turns his gaze toward me," Is this true Pacey?"

Not knowing what else to say, I steal a look in Joey's direction before nodding my head," Yeah...yeah, Potter and I dated our senior year of high school Ezra."

" Could we please not bring up the past tonight, I'm tired and just want to go to bed Ezra. Obviously if I had known Pacey was your roommate, I never would have came here.", explains Joey with a tired sigh. Did she mean that? Does Joey hate me that much that she would actually avoid running into me. Well, this does make sense I don't know why I'm so surprised. I did kind of wreck Joey's heart. Still isn't that at least a small part of her that misses me? Not a day goes by that I don't regretting letting Joey slip through my finger tips the way I did. …