CHAPTER 6:
The next morning Pacey woke up with an incredible headache. He moaned as he sat up straight on the chair he fell asleep on. It took him a little while because he fell asleep in an uncomfortable position. When he finally sat normally he rubbed with the palm of his hand over his neck. Not only did he had a headache his neck hurting like hell too.
He slowly stood up from the chair, trying to not wake Dawson in the process. His friend was still fast asleep, which wasn't very weird considering the fact it was only five in the morning. He silently moved the curtains of Dawson's windows a bit and looked outside, over the lake. The sun was already shining and the beams in the water was a beautiful sight. The water had soft waves in it from the wind and the sun made a pretty light show of it all. Pacey leant with his arms on the window-cill and let his head rest in his hands as he watched the peaceful sight.
Suddenly he heard Dawson sighing behind him and he quickly backed away from the window, making the curtains fall for it and letting Dawson's bedroom becoming all dark again. He walked back to the chair but after sitting down for only seconds he fell restless again and he made his way back to the window. This time he did not only move the curtains he also quickly opened a window. Quietly he moved one leg over the edge of the window. When he sat on top of it he closed the curtains again and he moved his other leg as well. He now stood on the roof of the Leery house and as quietly as he could he felt with his foot for the stepladder that he knew always stood against this side of the house. When his left foot had found it he let himself slide down and within no time he stood in front of the house. No noises coming from it, which meant he didn't wake Dawson or his parents.
Pacey sighed of relief as he softly slandered to the direction of the lake. He kept rubbing with his hand over the back of his neck, but after a few minutes he realized it was no use. He shoved both hands in is pockets as he looked over the water from the lake. Once again the water attracted him and he felt an incredible urge to just run far away from his parents and school and just go work somewhere on the water. But he knew that if he would ran away his father and deputy Doug would find him in no time and he would be in even more trouble than he was now. 'Like that was possible', he thought pessimistic.
But it wasn't only that he was worried about. He also knew that that would mean mister Leery would get in trouble. Because Pacey was supposed to be with the Leery's and if he would go now he knew his dad would blame Dawson's parents. His dad was awfully good in blaming everyone but himself for all that went wrong. Pacey knew that all too well. He usually was the one to blame in the Witter house even though at least ninety percent of the time Pacey really wasn't responsible for all his dad blamed him for.
Pacey sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to think of his dad, not now. But somehow all his thoughts kept ending up either at his house or his school. With a deep sigh he let himself fall down on the grass by the edge of the water and he stared at the clear blue sky. Only little sheafs of white clouds interfering with the bright blue colour. It all looked so perfect. So simple. Yet when you looked more careful it seemed as if there was some kind of complicated pattern that held the sky together.
Watching the sky intensely he fell asleep right there. At the edge of the lake by the sound of the soft waves in the water. Without realizing it two hours passed by and people started to move in the Leery house. Also at the other side of the lake, at the Potters, people started to wake up. All getting ready for a new day of school and work.
When Joey woke up she saw little beams off light coming through her curtains. She quickly jumped out of bed and opened her curtains. She wanted to see the sun in the lake, because in the morning it was the prettiest of the entire day. It always did her good to start the Summer day that way and she immediately felt awake after watching out of her window for a few minutes. Only this time was different. When she looked out of her window she saw someone laying at the lake, someone who wasn't moving. It was too far away for her to see who it was and curious as she could be she got dressed in seconds and she ran down the stairs.
"I gotta go ask Dawson something", she yelled in the direction of her sister's room when she heard movement in there as well.
"Be back in time for breakfast", Bessie yelled back.
"I will", Joey replied as she ran out of the door, but she was already too far away for Bessie to hear her answer.
As an expert she pushed a little rowing-boat in the water. She threw the oars in it before jumping in the boat herself. With soft yet strong movements she pushed the boat through the water, to the other end of the lake. With her back turned to the Leery side she still didn't see who was laying there until she reached the waterfront. When she saw it was just Pacey she grumbled a bit. She heard him snore and knew everything was fine. 'Why did I came here as fast as I could?', she grumbled on.
On the other hand she felt an immediate urge to tease Pacey for making her row all the way across the lake, even though it wasn't really his fault, but it was her curiosity that made her do the job. As silent as she could she pulled her boat on the land so it wouldn't float off. Then she made her way to Pacey and before the guy even noticed someone was near he found himself in the ice-cold water.
"O crap", he cursed as he woke up by this cold and unexpected bath.
"Wake up Witter, it's time for school", Joey smirked as she ran to her boat and rowed back to her end of the lake.
And Pacey was still to shocked about the sudden bath to respond fast. When he finally realized what happened Joey was too far away for him to get back at her...
A/N I know I don't update as much as I used to do... I figured I owed everyone a complete update for once, so therefore the whole chapter. Don't know if I can keep that up. At least I'll try to update more frequently again.
