CHAPTER 7:

Soaking wet and angry Pacey climbed out of the water. When he was on the water side he watched over the lake and saw Joey rowing in the distance, too far away for him. "I'll get back at you", he grumbled as he turned around. He moved his hands through his hair and a shower of water fell on the grass. He did the same with his t-shirt, but he felt it didn't made any difference to him feeling cold and wet, so he just walked further. Back to the Leery house, leaving a trail of wet footsteps and little pools behind him. When he got close to the house he saw Dawson standing in front of it. He nodded to his friend when Dawson waved, ignoring the smile that appeared on Dawson's face.

"What happened?"

"I took an early bath", Pacey grumbled.

"No seriously.

"I was an accident, okay?", he replied annoyed.

"Alright, alright", Dawson said as he put his hands in front of him. "No need to get angry at me, it's not like I pushed you into the water did I? Or tell you to take a bath with your cloths on? Outside?", he laughed.

"Shut up or you're in the lake next", Pacey went on as he passed by Dawson with firm passes.

Dawson quickly followed, running alongside him to another room. In the kitchen he grabbed a towel and he walked back to Pacey. "Use this before you walk through the entire house", he said while he tried to held in his laughter. It was just such a funny sight. Pacey all wet, his cloths sticking to his body and his hair in thick bundles over his eyes and forehead.

Pacey quickly grabbed the towel from Dawson. "Eh yeah", he said as he looked at his dripping cloths and the mess it was making on the floor. "Although I think a little guest towel won't make much off a difference anyway", he added sarcastic when he tried to catch the falling drops of water.

"Hmm yes", Dawson said as he looked at Pacey from top till toe. "You know what, you run to the bathroom and I'll get some cloths for you. I am sure I've got something that will fit you. Didn't we used to switch cloths when we were little?", he added laughing, remembering how they drove their parent's nuts with it. At the end they never knew anymore to who the cloths actually belonged and the cloths usually ended up torn and ripped apart anyway.

"Yeah", Pacey said as he made his way to the bathroom. When he turned around he added "Only I am growing faster than you. Because last time I checked I was six foot two and you're still six foot. And I am not in the mood to look like a total fool in my new class today. I mean I already was the tallest in class, let alone a class of kids who are a year younger than me. No need to point that fact extra out by wearing pants that are way too short…" He shook his head "No thank you".

"Go dry yourself, I'll see what I can find", Dawson yelled as he ran to his room. He didn't look where he went and bumped into Mitch. "O dad sorry", he mumbled as he took off.

"Found Pacey?", Mitch yelled after him.

"Yeah he was swimming in the lake."

"What?", Mitch said stunned.

But his son didn't hear the last reaction. Dawson was already turning his cloths closet upside down to find something that would suit Pacey on his first day in the new class.

Mitch walked back to where he came from. He was already late for work, because the entire house had been searching for Pacey the last fifteen minutes. He sighed as he walked to the bathroom to get shaved. But he heard someone was already in there, so he knocked on the door.

"O did you get me something that would fit me?", he heard Pacey saying.

"What are you talking about?", he asked as he opened the door. He saw Pacey still soaking wet and with cloths sticking to his body. The boy was just drying his hair with what seemed like the guest towel from downstairs and when he pulled it from his head his hair stood to all sides. Mitch had to put his hand in front of his mouth to not burst out in laughter. But it was just such a funny sight. Pacey was obviously cranky and with the wild hair and all. "What happened?", he asked with the best poker face he had.

"Joey", Pacey grumbled.

"Joey?", Mitch repeated.

"Yes."

"What does she have to do with the way you look? Did she tell you to take a bath with your cloths on?", he asked. "O wait was this one of this games, like truth or dare and you chose dare and she told you to jump in the lake?"

"No of course not", Pacey said as he shook his head. "Like I would listen to her, that… that… Never mind. Just say I sorta fell."

"Fell?", Dawson's dad asked as he raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you have been drinking that you could just 'fall' in the lake. Did you drink?"

"No of course I didn't, she pushed me okay?", Pacey yelled. Mad he had to admit a girl pushed him in the water. Just then he saw Dawson standing in the doorway with a bundle of cloths in his hands. "What are you looking at?", he went on when he saw a smile crossing Dawson's face again.

"A wet friend who might need these clean and dry cloths", Dawson said in between his laughters. "But if he doesn't want it, then of course…"

"Yes I want it", Pacey replied as he grabbed the cloths. "Now if you excuse me", he added as he pushed Mitch out of the bathroom and closed the door. "I want to get dressed in private."