It's A Small World After All

"Okay, enough of memory lane. You didn't answer me, I want to know if you think that Holly is right about any of this?" Pacey repeated himself.

That was just like Pacey. Veering away from the incredibly uncomfortable topics just long enough to make you think he'd forgotten and then he's spring the same awkward question at you. Joey glanced at the floor, "I'm not sure right now Pacey. She may not be but I don't think I could rule it out either."

"That's exactly how I feel."

"So now what? Joey asked as she sat back down and leaned against Pacey's bed.

Pacey sighed, "We wait until we can rule out some of the possibilities."

"Possibilities?" Joey asked skeptically.

"Number one; we let things stay the way they were and pretend the last two weeks didn't just happen," Pacey said in a monotone voice trying to disguise the fact that he hated his number one."

"And number two?" Joey questioned him.

Pacey shifted uncomfortably," Number two; we don't necessarily deny that the last two weeks actually did happen but we go on with our lives and let nature take its course. Whatever happens, happens."

"These sound more like options to me Pacey."

"Whatever, option number three; we can be completely honest with each other, abandon all logical thinking, admit that there's something going on here and do whatever we feel like doing."

"Oh."

"So what do you think of your possibilities, excuse me, options."

"What do you think of them, Pacey?"

"I think, Josephine, that you keep dodging my questions."

"Hey, you seem to be forgetting that you avoided me all week. It's my turn now. I came here didn't I, you go first for once!" Joey kicked him lightly in the foot for emphasis.

"Frankly you're just chicken."

"You haven't answered yet so that makes you a coward as well."

Pacey laughed, "We're both acting like eight year olds."

"Then lets settle this like eight year olds. On the count of three we'll both say which option we like. Agreed?" Joey's voice shook a little. What if Pacey didn't agree? Or even worse what if he said the wrong number.

"Agreed."

They counted in unison, "One, two, three."

Joey inhaled deeply and said quietly, "Four." Pacey hadn't said anything. "Pacey! You jack ass," she cried and punched him as hard as she could in the shoulder. She was blushing slightly.

"I'm sorry but I had to see the look on your face when I didn't say anything," he laughed, smiling the same incredible smile as always.

"I'm going to kill you Pacey," Joey said too embarrassed to remember that Pacey hadn't answered. She got up off the floor and lunged at him. He was faster though and he backed away. Finally Joey got a hold of him and began pinching his arms and managed to knock him on to the bed. She was sitting on top of him, pinning his arms over his head. "You're such a little shit disturber Pacey."

"Joey that actually kind of hurts."

"Good. It's going to get worse if you don't say your option," she said as she jabbed him once in the ribs with her elbow.

"Alright, alright." Pacey smiled a little and then all of the sudden he lifted his head off the bed and kissed Joey. She was take by surprise for a moment before she returned the kiss. They broke apart for a second, "Translated that means 'four' in Witter sign language."

"Shut up and kiss me smart ass."

THE END

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Author's Note:
This is the end, the last part. It's possibly the cheesiest shit I've ever written and I don't really like it. But I have a bad habbit of starting a story, getting excited about it and then totally neglecing it because I start a brand new one and spend all my time on it.
So this part is my halfassed attempt at finishing "It's A Small World After All" so that I could move on and focus on other things. So anyways I hope you enjoyed this whole fic, and that you're kind enough to review it and check out my other works of ... yea right... my other stories.
Thanks ~ Krista