"I can predict this stuff I swear,"
Bryan cried. "What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm not sure. Before school, we
hadn't seen each other in over a year. It's like we're just sort of adjusting
to things again. I don't want to push the envelope any further."
"I understand. But this can certainly
make things awkward."
Pacey sighed, "Don't you think
I haven't told myself that a million times already?" Pacey swung his hand
around for emphasis.
"Just be careful is all I'm saying."
**
"Watch your head Jo," Pacey said
gently as he help an intoxicated Joey in to the backseat. He pushed the
seat back and sat down.
"Man they're ripped," Bryan said
as he started the engine.
"If either of you puke in my car
I'm never driving anywhere again."
Joey mumbled incoherently and rested
her head on the window. Bryan pulled the car out of the space and in to
the street. He drove carefully back to the campus and parked his car near
their dorm.
"I'll get Joey," Pacey said as he
got out of the car. He pushed the front seat forward and undid Joey's seatbelt.
"Jo, we're home."
"Hold on," she told him. She looked
around and grabbed Pacey's arm, allowing him to help her out of the car.
"Thanks Pacey." She staggered across the parking lot with his help and
they went inside.
**
Pacey knocked lightly on the door
of room 212. Joey and Emily were inside probably hung over very badly,
"Girls?"
"Open," Joey moaned.
Pacey slid the door open carefully
and stepped inside, "I've got orange juice," he said quietly as he sat
on the edge of Joey's bed. "How do you feel?"
"Like I ate tar," Joey spat. "Pace
can you close the blinds?" He did as she asked. "Thanks. I feel like a
drowned rat."
"You look like one."
"Shut up."
"How's the birthday girl?"
"I wouldn't know, she hasn't woken
up yet."
"Want me to get out of your hair?"
Joey sighed, "I wouldn't mind. Sorry."
"It's no problem. I've got some work
to do at the library. I'll see you later."
She mumbled a goodbye in to her pillow
as he left.
**
"Where's Emily tonight?" Pacey asked
as he walked in to Joey's room and stretched out on Emily's bed.
Joey was typing furiously at her
computer, "She went home for the weekend." "Bryan did too." He paused,
"It's really quiet around here."
"Everyone's gone home for Thanksgiving.
Want to get dinner at Hillary's and catch a late show?" Joey asked as she
turned off the computer. "My assignment is all done."
"Sounds like a plan, grab your stuff
we'lL stop at my room so I can get some money."
**
"Are you going home this weekend
for Thanksgiving?" Joey asked as they drove away from the campus.
"Nope, my mom's going on some holiday
cruise with her boyfriend so I'm just going to stick around campus," he
said as he glanced at the traffic.
"You can't stay at the dorms on Thanksgiving
weekend Pacey!"
"I won't be alone Joey. I know some
people that aren't leaving and there's going to be a dinner for us."
"You can come home with me. Bessie
would love to see you."
Pacey sighed, "I don't know. I don't
really want to risk running in to my dad or Deputy Doug. No offense but
I finally got out of Capeside I'm not going to jump at the chance to go
back there."
"That's a good point. I want out
of that town as much as the next person, but still that's where my family
is." Joey smiled, "It's an open invitation. If you change your mind just
hop in the car and come down."
"I'll keep it in mind," Pacey told
her quietly as he stopped at a stoplight. He parked the car in front of
Hillary's, one of their favourite bars and they went inside.
**
Joey munched on a fry while she looked
at the movie listings in the Newspaper. Pacey had his eyes glued to the
television. "Brad Pitt's new movie is getting good reviews," she said loudly
to get Pacey's attention.
"I'm not going to see any chick flicks,"
Pacey gulped down some beer and turned towards Joey."
She looked across the booth at him,
"Oh come on Pacey it has a sex scene, you'll like it."
"Really?" he perked up.
"No," she giggled. "How does the
new Will Smith flick sound?"
"Perfect, Dawson would hate it."
**
Joey and Pacey sat in their seats
laughing loudly as they threw popcorn at each other. The sprinkling of
other people in the theatre shushed them again and they laughed even louder.
Joey had had a little too much to drink at Hillary's and now her good mood
was rubbing off on Pacey.
A man shouted at them to leave and
Pacey stood up. "Fine the movie's crap anyway. The crooked cop did it,"
the moviegoers groaned now that they knew how the movie ended. "Come on
Jo let's get out of here."
Joey got out of her seat and stumbled
after Pacey. He opened the exit door beside the movie screen quickly and
they stepped outside.
Joey shrieked with laughter as they
noticed that it was pouring rain. Pacey sighed and turned around to see
that the door had already closed behind them. Joey raised her arms up and
spun around a few times before she lost her balance.