Disclaimer: I don't own Dawson's Creek or any of its characters.
Author's Note: Thanks to the following for reading and reviewing my story: Gypsy, Giuliana, justagirl, alysa, Aubrey, Abagail Snow, Cesare, roundin3rd, Molly and kelcb26. I appreciate the comments and constructive criticism. You guys rock!!!
Comments: Ok, I can't remember what that guy actually wrote on his napkin, so I just made that part up. It's really bad, but I'm having a bit of writer's block right now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come on Potter, I don't want to study right now. Come check out this moon," Pacey exclaimed with fascination.
Joey sighed in frustration. "Come on Pacey, we still have to go over two more chapters for this History assignment," she whined.
"I'm not doing any work until you come out here and check out this moon," Pacey called from outside. He stared up into the sky at the full moon and was mesmerized by its beauty. He turned his head away from the moon to watch Joey come outside.
"Pacey, the moon is just a natural satellite that orbits the Earth and reflects the sun," Joey informed him.
"Well, look at it. It's a captivating sight," he said.
"How can you love a full moon so much?" she asked.
"How can you not love a full moon?" he asked back.
"Because, Pace, bad things always happen on a full moon," Joey answered.
"What? Josephine Potter is superstitious?" Pacey said sarcastically.
"First of all, it's not superstitious. It's scientific. And second of all," Joey said before punching Pacey on the arm, "don't call me Josephine."
Pacey rubbed his arm melodramatically. "God, Potter, you pack a mean punch. Anyways, how is the full moon thing scientific?" he asked.
"Well, human beings are made up of 70% water. And the moon controls the time, pulling great bodies of water back and forth. It does the same to us. It pulls us in different directions and disrupts the normal flow of things," Joey explained.
Pacey looked intently into Joey's eyes. "Is that always a bad thing?" he asked.
"Well, no," Joey started before she was interrupted by the telephone. She went inside to answer it. Pacey sighed. How could he work when he could only concentrate on the features of her face? He looked up yet again at the moon. He broke his gaze once Joey returned outside.
"Come on Pacey, let's get back to work," Joey pleaded.
"Joey, this assignment is due on Friday. Today is Wednesday. How bout we finish it tomorrow?" Pacey said.
"Sorry Pace, but I have to work," Joey answered.
"Well then, can't we just finish it there?" Pacey asked. Joey stopped to think. She figured she could probably get Pacey to help out about it at the Icehouse since Jack had the flu. And, she couldn't complain about the extra time she could be spending with Pacey.
"Alright. Come over to the Icehouse around six or so, okay?" she agreed.
"Okay. You're not going to make me work are you?" he asked cautiously.
"We'll see," Joey said with a small smile.
~~~~~ The Next Day The Icehouse ~~~~~
Joey scanned the tables. It was a really slow night. Only one other customer was there besides Pacey. She smiled as she saw him focusing intently on his work. He was really starting to turn his grades around. "Are you almost done Pace?" she asked.
Pacey closed his binder shut. "Yea, just finished," he said. He looked up at the other customer. He followed Joey to the counter. "How long has he been here for?"
"I don't know. Mr. Bottomless-cup-of-coffee was here when I got here," Joey answered. "I wish he'd just to leave so I could close up."
Pacey grinned. "Come on, Potter, cheer up. Now you get to spend even more time with me."
"Aren't I lucky?" Joey said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
"You should be a little more excited, Potter, women are probably lining up just to be able to spend a few mere moments in my company," Pacey replied.
"Then maybe you should go give some girl a lucky break," Joey said.
"That's exactly what I'm doing here," Pacey said with a smile.
Joey glared at Pacey. "Really? Since when did I jump in line?" she asked.
"I'm just making up for lost time when you were swooning over me," he answered.
Joey didn't break her gaze. "I wasn't swooning over you."
"You said I made you weak in the knees. I think that can be classified as swooning," he replied.
Joey blushed. "Let's not get into you swooning over me, Pace," she said.
Pacey opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating. "Why?"
Joey stared at him. "Do you really want to give me details about what you did that night?" she asked.
"No, why. why did you like me?" he asked.
Joey stood in silence, pondering an answer. "You had a nice smile and you made me laugh," she said. "I remember, um, when my mom died, you came over to see me, and I can't remember what we did, but I kind of felt better while you were there."
Pacey nodded. Joey carried on. "And I'll admit, you were pretty cute back then," she said.
"Were? Come on Potter, you're looking at the next American heartthrob here," Pacey said with a grin.
Joey didn't say anything else. "Well, why did you like me?" she asked.
This took Pacey by surprise. He cleared his throat. "Um," he tried. He looked up at Joey. "I thought you were gorgeous," he said quietly. "I remember racking my brain trying to think of when that transformation took place."
Joey blushed. "Nobody's ever told me I was gorgeous before," she admitted.
"Well, nobody's ever called me pretty cute either," Pacey answered with a smile. "When did you stop?"
"Stop what?" she asked.
"Liking me?" he asked.
"Well, I just kind of got used to you making me weak in the knees. I never thought you ever liked me, so I kind of gave up on you. I thought that Dawson liked me, so I just kind of started liking him," she answered.
"So, your crush on me just kind of faded away. Just like that?" he asked, sounding a little hurt.
"No, I mean, yes, I don't know Pacey. I can't really explain it," she stammered. "Well, when did you stop liking me?"
Pacey paused. He didn't have an answer. "I don't know," he admitted.
"Come on, when did you stop thinking I was gorgeous?" she asked.
"I told you, Jo, I don't know," he said frustrated.
"Why are you getting so worked up about this?" she asked.
"Why are you pressuring me for an answer?" he asked back. Before Joey could answer, the power briefly flickered in the Icehouse. Joey looked at a confused Pacey and then at the lobster tank.
"Oh my god Pace, the lobster tank!" Joey exclaimed as she ran over to it.
Pacey followed her. "What? What's the matter?" he asked.
"The power's out! If we don't save the lobsters we're going to lose a fortune!" Joey panicked.
"Calm down, Jo, let me get the tools," Pacey said as he rushed for the toolbox.
"Hurry up!" Joey called. Pacey did as he was told, running back with the toolbox. He started fiddling with the plugs. Suddenly, the lone customer spoke up.
"Try unplugging the power source, then plugging it back in," the man said. Pacey nodded, and followed the instructions. The lobster tank immediately began to work again.
Joey felt a huge wave of relief go through her. "Thanks, mister," she said.
The customer smiled and took a last sip of his coffee. "Anytime," he said as he got up and left the Icehouse. Joey and Pacey just stared at each other.
"Well that was weird," Pacey remarked. Joey nodded slowly and walked over to his table. "No tip," she said sadly as she picked up his cup. Pacey walked over to the table. There was a napkin on the table. Pacey lifted it up. Underneath was a fifty dollar bill and some writing on the napkin. "Joey!"
Joey turned around. "50 bucks! I'm rich Pace!" she said excitedly. However, Pacey was more interested in the napkin.
"Hey Joey, look at this," he stated. He showed her the napkin. The man had written something on the back. "Its nights like these that prove how great love is. It's also nights like these that make us take chances. Take advantage of the opportunities love gives you on nights like these. Signed, A Hopeless Romantic," he read. He looked up at Joey who was staring at him. Pacey could feel his heart racing even further. Joey's knees were shaking. They were both staring into each other's eyes, looking for an answer.
"Um, I better go put the tip away," Joey said quickly. She went to reach for the money, but Pacey grabbed her wrist. She looked up into his stormy grey eyes. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her heart began to race. Pacey just looked into her eyes. He figured that is was now or never.
"Joey," he said with a shaky voice. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. Immediately, he forgot about everything else. The only thing on his mind was Joey.
Joey was taken by surprise. She couldn't believe Pacey was kissing her. He had one hand on her wrist and the other on the small of her back, holding her closer. The initial shock faded, and Joey found herself kissing Pacey back. She placed her free hand behind Pacey's head, pulling him into her, deepening the kiss. Pacey moaned. He was actually kissing Joey Potter. And she was kissing him back. He felt as if he were spinning, and he knew he would have to come down soon. He slowly began to pull away from her, with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he noticed that Joey had yet to open hers.
Joey couldn't believe that it was already over. She finally opened her eyes to see Pacey looking at her. Neither of them knew what to say or what to do. Joey scratched the back of her head, picked up the tip and walked behind the counter.
"Um," she tried to say.
"Look, Jo, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just gone and kissed you," Pacey stammered. He searched her face for an answer.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I did kiss you back," Joey replied with a little blush tinting her cheeks.
Pacey smiled. "Yeah," he answered. "Can we talk about it?"
Joey paused. "I don't know Pacey," she started.
"Can I at least explain?" he asked nervously. Joey nodded. "Look, I guess it was kind of an impulse to kiss you," he said.
"An impulse? Did you just do it because you were bored Pacey?" Joey asked frustrated.
Pacey looked into Joey's eyes and her heart melted. "No. I want to be honest. I've been wanting to kiss you all night," he replied.
Joey couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Really?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes. I've been wanting to kiss you ever since that night we finished working on that Econ project," he continued.
"Well, why haven't you kissed me sooner?" she asked.
"I was kinda thinking you wouldn't want me to," he said as he looked to the ground. He sighed. "I was afraid to tell you how I felt."
"You haven't told me how you felt yet, Pace," Joey informed.
Pacey sighed and looked into her eyes. "Ever since that night, Joey, you've always been on my mind. I haven't stopped thinking about you, or wanting to be near you," he started. Joey looked down at the ground too. He knew he had to come clean. "And, every time I see you now, I get butterflies in my stomach."
Joey stood there, stunned and in disbelief. "Why were you afraid?" she asked.
"Isn't it obvious? I didn't want to get rejected by you. I didn't want to pour my heart out to you like this and then have you tell me that you don't feel the same. I didn't want to go through that again," he answered. Pacey looked up at Joey, who was just standing there in disbelief. "I better go," he said as he grabbed his history book. He turned to go leave the Icehouse. He was just stepping out the door when he heard Joey.
"Pacey," she said. He re-entered the Icehouse and set his book down on a table. She walked over to him. "What if I told you that I felt the same?" she asked.
"What?" he asked.
"What if I told you that you've been on my mind too?" she asked.
Pacey sighed. "See, Jo, I don't want to be a Dawson substitute," he said. Joey took his hands in hers.
"Pacey, you're not a Dawson substitute. And if you'll let me, I want to be honest too," she said quietly. Pacey didn't have to say anything; his eyes urged Joey to continue. "When you kissed me, I felt as if there were volcanos inside me. I've never felt like that before. Ever," she said boldly, trying to look into Pacey's eyes. "And Pace, I don't want to ignore the butterflies or volcanos anymore," she finished softly, taking one of her hands to touch Pacey's face.
"I don't want to ignore them anymore either," he replied. "But we don't know how this is going to affect our friendship, and what about Dawson?"
Joey sighed. "I don't care about Dawson right now. I don't belong to him, Pacey, it's not like we need to ask his permission for us to be together," she said quickly. She looked longingly into his eyes.
Pacey smiled. "Are you telling me that you want us to have a relationship?" he asked.
Joey smilied back. "Yes," she answered.
Pacey grinned. "I have no objections to that idea," he said. He leaned in and kissed Joey once again. And there they stood, both undoubtedly beginning the long fall for each other, under the full moon.
Author's Note: Thanks to the following for reading and reviewing my story: Gypsy, Giuliana, justagirl, alysa, Aubrey, Abagail Snow, Cesare, roundin3rd, Molly and kelcb26. I appreciate the comments and constructive criticism. You guys rock!!!
Comments: Ok, I can't remember what that guy actually wrote on his napkin, so I just made that part up. It's really bad, but I'm having a bit of writer's block right now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Come on Potter, I don't want to study right now. Come check out this moon," Pacey exclaimed with fascination.
Joey sighed in frustration. "Come on Pacey, we still have to go over two more chapters for this History assignment," she whined.
"I'm not doing any work until you come out here and check out this moon," Pacey called from outside. He stared up into the sky at the full moon and was mesmerized by its beauty. He turned his head away from the moon to watch Joey come outside.
"Pacey, the moon is just a natural satellite that orbits the Earth and reflects the sun," Joey informed him.
"Well, look at it. It's a captivating sight," he said.
"How can you love a full moon so much?" she asked.
"How can you not love a full moon?" he asked back.
"Because, Pace, bad things always happen on a full moon," Joey answered.
"What? Josephine Potter is superstitious?" Pacey said sarcastically.
"First of all, it's not superstitious. It's scientific. And second of all," Joey said before punching Pacey on the arm, "don't call me Josephine."
Pacey rubbed his arm melodramatically. "God, Potter, you pack a mean punch. Anyways, how is the full moon thing scientific?" he asked.
"Well, human beings are made up of 70% water. And the moon controls the time, pulling great bodies of water back and forth. It does the same to us. It pulls us in different directions and disrupts the normal flow of things," Joey explained.
Pacey looked intently into Joey's eyes. "Is that always a bad thing?" he asked.
"Well, no," Joey started before she was interrupted by the telephone. She went inside to answer it. Pacey sighed. How could he work when he could only concentrate on the features of her face? He looked up yet again at the moon. He broke his gaze once Joey returned outside.
"Come on Pacey, let's get back to work," Joey pleaded.
"Joey, this assignment is due on Friday. Today is Wednesday. How bout we finish it tomorrow?" Pacey said.
"Sorry Pace, but I have to work," Joey answered.
"Well then, can't we just finish it there?" Pacey asked. Joey stopped to think. She figured she could probably get Pacey to help out about it at the Icehouse since Jack had the flu. And, she couldn't complain about the extra time she could be spending with Pacey.
"Alright. Come over to the Icehouse around six or so, okay?" she agreed.
"Okay. You're not going to make me work are you?" he asked cautiously.
"We'll see," Joey said with a small smile.
~~~~~ The Next Day The Icehouse ~~~~~
Joey scanned the tables. It was a really slow night. Only one other customer was there besides Pacey. She smiled as she saw him focusing intently on his work. He was really starting to turn his grades around. "Are you almost done Pace?" she asked.
Pacey closed his binder shut. "Yea, just finished," he said. He looked up at the other customer. He followed Joey to the counter. "How long has he been here for?"
"I don't know. Mr. Bottomless-cup-of-coffee was here when I got here," Joey answered. "I wish he'd just to leave so I could close up."
Pacey grinned. "Come on, Potter, cheer up. Now you get to spend even more time with me."
"Aren't I lucky?" Joey said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
"You should be a little more excited, Potter, women are probably lining up just to be able to spend a few mere moments in my company," Pacey replied.
"Then maybe you should go give some girl a lucky break," Joey said.
"That's exactly what I'm doing here," Pacey said with a smile.
Joey glared at Pacey. "Really? Since when did I jump in line?" she asked.
"I'm just making up for lost time when you were swooning over me," he answered.
Joey didn't break her gaze. "I wasn't swooning over you."
"You said I made you weak in the knees. I think that can be classified as swooning," he replied.
Joey blushed. "Let's not get into you swooning over me, Pace," she said.
Pacey opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating. "Why?"
Joey stared at him. "Do you really want to give me details about what you did that night?" she asked.
"No, why. why did you like me?" he asked.
Joey stood in silence, pondering an answer. "You had a nice smile and you made me laugh," she said. "I remember, um, when my mom died, you came over to see me, and I can't remember what we did, but I kind of felt better while you were there."
Pacey nodded. Joey carried on. "And I'll admit, you were pretty cute back then," she said.
"Were? Come on Potter, you're looking at the next American heartthrob here," Pacey said with a grin.
Joey didn't say anything else. "Well, why did you like me?" she asked.
This took Pacey by surprise. He cleared his throat. "Um," he tried. He looked up at Joey. "I thought you were gorgeous," he said quietly. "I remember racking my brain trying to think of when that transformation took place."
Joey blushed. "Nobody's ever told me I was gorgeous before," she admitted.
"Well, nobody's ever called me pretty cute either," Pacey answered with a smile. "When did you stop?"
"Stop what?" she asked.
"Liking me?" he asked.
"Well, I just kind of got used to you making me weak in the knees. I never thought you ever liked me, so I kind of gave up on you. I thought that Dawson liked me, so I just kind of started liking him," she answered.
"So, your crush on me just kind of faded away. Just like that?" he asked, sounding a little hurt.
"No, I mean, yes, I don't know Pacey. I can't really explain it," she stammered. "Well, when did you stop liking me?"
Pacey paused. He didn't have an answer. "I don't know," he admitted.
"Come on, when did you stop thinking I was gorgeous?" she asked.
"I told you, Jo, I don't know," he said frustrated.
"Why are you getting so worked up about this?" she asked.
"Why are you pressuring me for an answer?" he asked back. Before Joey could answer, the power briefly flickered in the Icehouse. Joey looked at a confused Pacey and then at the lobster tank.
"Oh my god Pace, the lobster tank!" Joey exclaimed as she ran over to it.
Pacey followed her. "What? What's the matter?" he asked.
"The power's out! If we don't save the lobsters we're going to lose a fortune!" Joey panicked.
"Calm down, Jo, let me get the tools," Pacey said as he rushed for the toolbox.
"Hurry up!" Joey called. Pacey did as he was told, running back with the toolbox. He started fiddling with the plugs. Suddenly, the lone customer spoke up.
"Try unplugging the power source, then plugging it back in," the man said. Pacey nodded, and followed the instructions. The lobster tank immediately began to work again.
Joey felt a huge wave of relief go through her. "Thanks, mister," she said.
The customer smiled and took a last sip of his coffee. "Anytime," he said as he got up and left the Icehouse. Joey and Pacey just stared at each other.
"Well that was weird," Pacey remarked. Joey nodded slowly and walked over to his table. "No tip," she said sadly as she picked up his cup. Pacey walked over to the table. There was a napkin on the table. Pacey lifted it up. Underneath was a fifty dollar bill and some writing on the napkin. "Joey!"
Joey turned around. "50 bucks! I'm rich Pace!" she said excitedly. However, Pacey was more interested in the napkin.
"Hey Joey, look at this," he stated. He showed her the napkin. The man had written something on the back. "Its nights like these that prove how great love is. It's also nights like these that make us take chances. Take advantage of the opportunities love gives you on nights like these. Signed, A Hopeless Romantic," he read. He looked up at Joey who was staring at him. Pacey could feel his heart racing even further. Joey's knees were shaking. They were both staring into each other's eyes, looking for an answer.
"Um, I better go put the tip away," Joey said quickly. She went to reach for the money, but Pacey grabbed her wrist. She looked up into his stormy grey eyes. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her heart began to race. Pacey just looked into her eyes. He figured that is was now or never.
"Joey," he said with a shaky voice. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. Immediately, he forgot about everything else. The only thing on his mind was Joey.
Joey was taken by surprise. She couldn't believe Pacey was kissing her. He had one hand on her wrist and the other on the small of her back, holding her closer. The initial shock faded, and Joey found herself kissing Pacey back. She placed her free hand behind Pacey's head, pulling him into her, deepening the kiss. Pacey moaned. He was actually kissing Joey Potter. And she was kissing him back. He felt as if he were spinning, and he knew he would have to come down soon. He slowly began to pull away from her, with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he noticed that Joey had yet to open hers.
Joey couldn't believe that it was already over. She finally opened her eyes to see Pacey looking at her. Neither of them knew what to say or what to do. Joey scratched the back of her head, picked up the tip and walked behind the counter.
"Um," she tried to say.
"Look, Jo, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just gone and kissed you," Pacey stammered. He searched her face for an answer.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I did kiss you back," Joey replied with a little blush tinting her cheeks.
Pacey smiled. "Yeah," he answered. "Can we talk about it?"
Joey paused. "I don't know Pacey," she started.
"Can I at least explain?" he asked nervously. Joey nodded. "Look, I guess it was kind of an impulse to kiss you," he said.
"An impulse? Did you just do it because you were bored Pacey?" Joey asked frustrated.
Pacey looked into Joey's eyes and her heart melted. "No. I want to be honest. I've been wanting to kiss you all night," he replied.
Joey couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Really?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes. I've been wanting to kiss you ever since that night we finished working on that Econ project," he continued.
"Well, why haven't you kissed me sooner?" she asked.
"I was kinda thinking you wouldn't want me to," he said as he looked to the ground. He sighed. "I was afraid to tell you how I felt."
"You haven't told me how you felt yet, Pace," Joey informed.
Pacey sighed and looked into her eyes. "Ever since that night, Joey, you've always been on my mind. I haven't stopped thinking about you, or wanting to be near you," he started. Joey looked down at the ground too. He knew he had to come clean. "And, every time I see you now, I get butterflies in my stomach."
Joey stood there, stunned and in disbelief. "Why were you afraid?" she asked.
"Isn't it obvious? I didn't want to get rejected by you. I didn't want to pour my heart out to you like this and then have you tell me that you don't feel the same. I didn't want to go through that again," he answered. Pacey looked up at Joey, who was just standing there in disbelief. "I better go," he said as he grabbed his history book. He turned to go leave the Icehouse. He was just stepping out the door when he heard Joey.
"Pacey," she said. He re-entered the Icehouse and set his book down on a table. She walked over to him. "What if I told you that I felt the same?" she asked.
"What?" he asked.
"What if I told you that you've been on my mind too?" she asked.
Pacey sighed. "See, Jo, I don't want to be a Dawson substitute," he said. Joey took his hands in hers.
"Pacey, you're not a Dawson substitute. And if you'll let me, I want to be honest too," she said quietly. Pacey didn't have to say anything; his eyes urged Joey to continue. "When you kissed me, I felt as if there were volcanos inside me. I've never felt like that before. Ever," she said boldly, trying to look into Pacey's eyes. "And Pace, I don't want to ignore the butterflies or volcanos anymore," she finished softly, taking one of her hands to touch Pacey's face.
"I don't want to ignore them anymore either," he replied. "But we don't know how this is going to affect our friendship, and what about Dawson?"
Joey sighed. "I don't care about Dawson right now. I don't belong to him, Pacey, it's not like we need to ask his permission for us to be together," she said quickly. She looked longingly into his eyes.
Pacey smiled. "Are you telling me that you want us to have a relationship?" he asked.
Joey smilied back. "Yes," she answered.
Pacey grinned. "I have no objections to that idea," he said. He leaned in and kissed Joey once again. And there they stood, both undoubtedly beginning the long fall for each other, under the full moon.