"Would you just pick a channel and stick with it", Joey said irritably as she sat beside Pacey on the sofa.
He ignored her completely and continued tapping at the remote control. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Could you get that?" Pacey asked, his eyes not once leaving the TV.
Joey sighed in frustration and slowly rose to her feet.
"I'm gonna kill you mother fucker!" Cartman screamed as he slammed Stan against the front door of the small beach house.
"I'd like to see you try fat ass" Stan yelled back wrapping his hands around Cartman's neck.
"What's going on out there?" Pacey asked looking worried as the noise from outside drifted into the house. He stood and followed Joey to the door. She reached for the door handle and as she turned it the door flew open and Cartman and Stan fell to the floor at their feet.
"Can't . . . . breath", Stan struggled to say between gasps as Cartman lay on top of him.
"Get off him you fat ass you're gonna crush him", Kyle said storming into the house.
"I'm not fat you scrawny weakling", Cartman shrieked pushing him self up to front Kyle.
"Eric?!" Joey exclaimed recognising the young boy stood in front of her.
"Who the hell are you?" He snapped back.
"Joey, remember? Dawson's friend?"
"Oh the white trash from down the creek. Geez you sure got hot since I last saw you".
"Excuse me?" Joey said placing her hands on her hips.
Pacey's gaze passed between the two, "Would some one like to tell me what the hell's going on here?" He asked sounding confussed.
"Pacey, oh thank god nobody died yet", Dawson said sounding short of breath as he appeared in the doorway.
"For the last time get your hands off my ass", Jen fumed through gritted teeth as she and Kenny followed him into the house.
"Hey are you ok?" Joey asked as she crouched to help Stan up. She took hold of his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Are you hurt?"
Stan took one look at Joey's face and in an instance, "BLEUK" he was sick all over her shoes.
"Gross!" She said jumping back in disgust.
"Uh oh Wendy won't be pleased", Kyle whispered to Kenny who nodded in agreement.
Pacey stood idly by the confusion still clear on his face. "Hello, explanation?" He said waving his hand in front of Dawson's face.
"Pace you remember my cousin Eric right?"
"No".
"Oh, well, this is him. And these are his buddies Kenny, Stan and Kyle" Dawson explained pointing to each boy in turn.
"No dude my name's Cartman", Cartman said angrily, "And they're not my 'buddies'. That one's a Jew; he's a fag and Kenny's just plain old poor on account of his dad being a total alcoholic. So who the hell are you? Dicksuck's boyfriend?"
"Dicksuck?" Joey, Dawson and Pacey all questioned at the same time.
"Dicksuck, Dawson, whatever".
"Okay then, well no I'm not his boyfriend, boyfriend where did that come from? Never mind, I'm Pacey and you already know Joey my GIRLFRIEND"
"Oh, well I'll call you Stacey if you don't mind", Cartman said barging past him, "You got anything to eat around here? I'm starving".
"Mmph mrh mprh mmr", Kenny mumbled and he and the other two boys followed Eric threw the house in search of the kitchen.
"What did he just say?" Joey asked watching them leave.
"God knows", Jen said exasperatedly, "But I get the feeling it's not a wise idea to let them wander off on their own". And with that she trudged into the kitchen.
"That's related to you? How?!" Pacey said moving to sit back on the sofa. Joey followed and Dawson took a seat in the armchair on the opposite side of the room.
"I really don't know" Dawson answered sinking into the chair, "I'm not even sure it's human".
"Where'd he learn to talk like that? When I was that age I thought tooshie was a curse word".
Joey stated.
"Oh it gets worse", Dawson replied wincing at the raised voices and crashing sounds coming from the kitchen.
"I think I better go help Jen", Joey said, a worried tone in her voice as she stood and left the room.
"So Pace", Dawson forced the biggest smile he could as he turned to look at his friend, "any plans for the day?"
"Uh uh, no way", Pacey responded by shaking his head violently.
"Come on man you gotta help me, you're good with kids and besides that was you at his age who better to keep him in check", Dawson pleaded.
"I'm good with kids Dawson, not miniature devil incarnates suffering from a bad case of potty mouth. And, I was bad but NEVER was I like that".
"Please Pace I need you for this one".
"Well what are you planning on doing with them?" He asked obviously ready to give in.
"I figured we'd take them to get some ice cream, that should keep them occupied for a while. Then we rent some movies and sit them in front of the TV to veg for a couple of hours, hopefully it'll calm then down".
"Yeah hopefully", Pacey sighed, "Ok, but if those little monsters get out of hand I'm bailing".
"Ok, thanks".
"I swear to god if those brats try to touch my breasts again I'm gonna rip their little hands off", Jen exploded as she charged in the room.
"Okay so maybe they're a little like me", Pacey smirked.
"By the way I think there's something wrong with that Stan kid he keeps puking", she said to Dawson as she sat on the arm of his chair. "Oh and err, one of you might wanna go help Joey get Kyle out of the oven".
Both Pacey and Dawson looked at her bewildered and fearful.
"Don't ask".
He ignored her completely and continued tapping at the remote control. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Could you get that?" Pacey asked, his eyes not once leaving the TV.
Joey sighed in frustration and slowly rose to her feet.
"I'm gonna kill you mother fucker!" Cartman screamed as he slammed Stan against the front door of the small beach house.
"I'd like to see you try fat ass" Stan yelled back wrapping his hands around Cartman's neck.
"What's going on out there?" Pacey asked looking worried as the noise from outside drifted into the house. He stood and followed Joey to the door. She reached for the door handle and as she turned it the door flew open and Cartman and Stan fell to the floor at their feet.
"Can't . . . . breath", Stan struggled to say between gasps as Cartman lay on top of him.
"Get off him you fat ass you're gonna crush him", Kyle said storming into the house.
"I'm not fat you scrawny weakling", Cartman shrieked pushing him self up to front Kyle.
"Eric?!" Joey exclaimed recognising the young boy stood in front of her.
"Who the hell are you?" He snapped back.
"Joey, remember? Dawson's friend?"
"Oh the white trash from down the creek. Geez you sure got hot since I last saw you".
"Excuse me?" Joey said placing her hands on her hips.
Pacey's gaze passed between the two, "Would some one like to tell me what the hell's going on here?" He asked sounding confussed.
"Pacey, oh thank god nobody died yet", Dawson said sounding short of breath as he appeared in the doorway.
"For the last time get your hands off my ass", Jen fumed through gritted teeth as she and Kenny followed him into the house.
"Hey are you ok?" Joey asked as she crouched to help Stan up. She took hold of his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Are you hurt?"
Stan took one look at Joey's face and in an instance, "BLEUK" he was sick all over her shoes.
"Gross!" She said jumping back in disgust.
"Uh oh Wendy won't be pleased", Kyle whispered to Kenny who nodded in agreement.
Pacey stood idly by the confusion still clear on his face. "Hello, explanation?" He said waving his hand in front of Dawson's face.
"Pace you remember my cousin Eric right?"
"No".
"Oh, well, this is him. And these are his buddies Kenny, Stan and Kyle" Dawson explained pointing to each boy in turn.
"No dude my name's Cartman", Cartman said angrily, "And they're not my 'buddies'. That one's a Jew; he's a fag and Kenny's just plain old poor on account of his dad being a total alcoholic. So who the hell are you? Dicksuck's boyfriend?"
"Dicksuck?" Joey, Dawson and Pacey all questioned at the same time.
"Dicksuck, Dawson, whatever".
"Okay then, well no I'm not his boyfriend, boyfriend where did that come from? Never mind, I'm Pacey and you already know Joey my GIRLFRIEND"
"Oh, well I'll call you Stacey if you don't mind", Cartman said barging past him, "You got anything to eat around here? I'm starving".
"Mmph mrh mprh mmr", Kenny mumbled and he and the other two boys followed Eric threw the house in search of the kitchen.
"What did he just say?" Joey asked watching them leave.
"God knows", Jen said exasperatedly, "But I get the feeling it's not a wise idea to let them wander off on their own". And with that she trudged into the kitchen.
"That's related to you? How?!" Pacey said moving to sit back on the sofa. Joey followed and Dawson took a seat in the armchair on the opposite side of the room.
"I really don't know" Dawson answered sinking into the chair, "I'm not even sure it's human".
"Where'd he learn to talk like that? When I was that age I thought tooshie was a curse word".
Joey stated.
"Oh it gets worse", Dawson replied wincing at the raised voices and crashing sounds coming from the kitchen.
"I think I better go help Jen", Joey said, a worried tone in her voice as she stood and left the room.
"So Pace", Dawson forced the biggest smile he could as he turned to look at his friend, "any plans for the day?"
"Uh uh, no way", Pacey responded by shaking his head violently.
"Come on man you gotta help me, you're good with kids and besides that was you at his age who better to keep him in check", Dawson pleaded.
"I'm good with kids Dawson, not miniature devil incarnates suffering from a bad case of potty mouth. And, I was bad but NEVER was I like that".
"Please Pace I need you for this one".
"Well what are you planning on doing with them?" He asked obviously ready to give in.
"I figured we'd take them to get some ice cream, that should keep them occupied for a while. Then we rent some movies and sit them in front of the TV to veg for a couple of hours, hopefully it'll calm then down".
"Yeah hopefully", Pacey sighed, "Ok, but if those little monsters get out of hand I'm bailing".
"Ok, thanks".
"I swear to god if those brats try to touch my breasts again I'm gonna rip their little hands off", Jen exploded as she charged in the room.
"Okay so maybe they're a little like me", Pacey smirked.
"By the way I think there's something wrong with that Stan kid he keeps puking", she said to Dawson as she sat on the arm of his chair. "Oh and err, one of you might wanna go help Joey get Kyle out of the oven".
Both Pacey and Dawson looked at her bewildered and fearful.
"Don't ask".