Complicated Ch 2 Rating: R Pairing: P/J Author: BlondieBear21 AN: I am in no way affiliated to Dawson's Creek or anything else, I'm simply a lowly college student trying to take a break from finals.

The time has come, I'm finally going to tell him how I feel, I'm going to open up, and lay everything on the line come hell or high water. That's why I'm standing outside his apartment, still after the past two hours trying to gain the courage to walk up those steps and knock on his door, that's the hardest part about this whole situation, getting up the nerve to take the first step towards making myself happy.

Knocking on his door, finally three hours after I got to his building I stand and wait for him to open the door, seeing the shock written clearly across his face when he opens the door and sees me standing on the other side.

"Jo, wow did I know you were coming over or was this a surprise visit," Pacey asks me.

"Strictly surprise, but can I come in Pace I sort of need to talk to you about something that's pretty important," I tell him as he still stands in the doorway.

"Oh yeah sure, come on in don't mind the mess, you know me not much of a neat freak," he tells me as he backs away from the door a little unsteadily.

Which makes me feel good to know he's nervous that I've caught him off his game, which is a very rare occurrence in the life of Pacey J. Witter. I smile at him as I enter his apartment and see his clothes haphazardly strewn across the apartment and realize no matter what has happened he's still the same boy I fell in love with at 17.

"How's everything going" I ask him as I take a seat on his couch, avoiding the real reason why I'm there.

"Ummm it's ok, heard from Danny today he's opening up a new restaurant and wants me to come back to work for him," he tells me from his perch on the coffee table in front of me.

"Look Pace," I begin taking his hands in mine, glad that he chose to sit so close. "I know things haven't always been easy for us to say the least, but I, uh. don't really know how to say this other than to just say it so I guess that's what I'll do, I'mstillinlovewithyou."

"What was that Jo, I couldn't really understand you," he tells me with a smile "cause for some unknown reason it definitely sounded like you said you were still in love with me."

"That's because that is what I said, Pace. I know we had a second chance last year and I blew it, and I regret that more than you will ever know and I guess that's what I'm asking you for, a chance to right my wrongs that I've made in our more recent past," I try to explain.

"Wow, well I wasn't expecting that. I mean I'd hoped for it, for a long time but I never expected you to actually come out and feel the same way I do, it's a bit of a shocker to say the least," he says with a small smile. "But I'm not real sure what exactly you want me to say here Jo, I get that you want to give us another chance, but it just seems a little out of the blue to me."

"It's a little out of the blue to me too, but I knew a year ago that I still cared about you and I guess it just took me this long to get up the nerve to face up to what I felt and say to hell with the consequences and what may or may not happen," I tell him grinning like a fool.

"Well, well, well" he says with a chuckle, "little Joey Potter's finally all grown up and not afraid of what other people may think about how she feels."

"Yeah laugh it up Pace, I just put my feelings on the line like I haven't in a really long time and all you can do is sit here and make fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you Potter, god that's the farthest thing from what I'm doing," he tells me as he moves to the couch wrapping his arms around me. "I'm just not sure what to do or say, because we all know I have a knack for never saying the right thing at the right time."

"Here's an idea out of left field, shut up and kiss me you idiot," I told him laughing.

And that was just what he did, he kissed me and kissed me and kissed me until I couldn't breath. And I guess that's all I'm going to tell you for the time being because well, what's a story without a little mystery.