Note: I want to thank everyone who reviewed. You have no idea what positive feedback does to me! It really is an energy booster. I'm so sorry it took so long to update. I have this honors thing I have to do and now I'm in school. Don't hate me! Okay, so this chapter is based on Detention. I really love this episode so I'm going to try really hard to make it as one fourth awesome as the actual one. The whole Pacey jerking off thing in the bathroom and getting caught is not going to happen. Everyone's reason for being in detention will be heard. I wasn't so sure on the name of the librarian so I think I matched it but if I didn't sorry! I know I have quite a ways to go with this fic but I was thinking sequel? What do you think? Please review and tell me if I should continue this story past the first season. I think I might. I'm really glad that someone caught on to the whole Dawson noticing Joey thing I wrote in. I don't own stuff and whatever. Okay, I said too much so...On to the story!

Pacey had his head down on his desk. A small line of drool fell from his mouth. It was 3rd period with Ms. Price and honors English. Pacey had an A going in the class so every once in a while he would try and catch some Z's when she was lecturing about Shakespeare or some other dead writer who could have wrote about boogers and still they would be famous. Once during a discussion about Mark Twain, Pacey zoned her out and studied Ms. Price's features. Since he was looking at her, Ms. Price thought he was actually paying attention. Pacey looked at every part of her face and that day, Pacey Witter decided the "she," really should be a "he." A thin black line of hair ran along her upper lip and two long gray strands protruded from her chin. There was always a glob of brown mascara and eye liner in the corner of Ms. Price's left eye. Her chin looked strong and Pacey swore he saw an Adam's apple bobble up and down when she swallowed. He never did that again.

Ms. Price stopped talking and walked over to his desk. With a quick flick of the wrist, his desk got up off the floor before slamming down. Pacey jumped up and opened his eyes.

"Have a good sleep?" Ms. Price asked taping her bright yellow shoe.

Pacey stretched out his arms and smiled. "Yes, very good."

"Well I'm glad. You have drool down your mouth," Ms. Price said walking up to her desk.

Pacey quickly wiped his mouth. "Thanks," he said.

Ms. Price folded her huge yellow skirt and sat on her desk. "Mr. Witter, George Orwell got his title for "Of mice and men" from a poem. True or false?"

Pacey leaned back in his chair. "I do believe that the Price is right. Also, George Orwell was going to name "Of Mice and Men", something happened before he read that poem. Anything else MAIM?" Pacey said with a grin.

Ms. Price jumped from her desk. "Mr. Witter! Are you mocking me?"

"No maim I..."

"Do not no maim me! I will not have you make fun of my last name or mock my authority. I want you to leave this classroom and go straight to the Dean. He will surely give you something for such inappropriate behavior."

Pacey rolled his eyes and packed up his things before heading out the door to the dean's office.

Jen flicked the corner of her paper back and forth as Mr. Forte talked about something and pointing to his old globe that sat on the corner of his desk. She wasn't paying attention once again for the fifth time today. Her mind was somewhere else.

Dawson Leery.

That name rolled off her tongue like it was her own. About a month ago the two started dating. At first it was so romantic. Dawson would be so nervous when they kissed but that stopped once Jen took charge and didn't let him leave. He would bring her flowers and talk to her constantly. Slowly, the flowers disappeared and they got more comfy with each other. That was to be expected as time went by. The sudden change, like two weeks ago, wasn't. As usual, Jen went by his house on Thursday to talk and whatever for an hour or so. She tried to kiss Dawson but he seemed timid. All he gave her were closed mouth kisses and nothing more. Jen noticed that Dawson wasn't paying as much attention as he usually did. It seemed as though he tried to ignore her. During the school day, they would meet and walk to classes together but lately Dawson walked down different hallways and turned when he saw her. Jen took a deep breath and finally decided that this change of attitude was because of her. They were making out on his couch when things started to heat up. She knew if she went any farther she would sleep with him and this relationship was too great to ruin it. Jen told Dawson that it was time to slow things down. That must be why he is staying away from me, Jen thought to herself. She was so deep in thought that she didn't realize she was tapping her pencil on the desk.

"Ms. Lindley!" Mr. Forte said louder for the third time.

Jen shook her head and looked at the fat bald man in front of her. "Yes. Mr. Forte?" Jen said sweetly.

"Why are you interrupting my class by tapping your pencil?"

Jen looked at her hand and stopped taping and dropped her pencil. "I'm sorry Mr. Forte. I was thinking about something and I guess I just spaced out."

Mr. Forte pushed his glasses to the tip of his nose and looked at her.

"What kind of an excuse is that? Did you honestly think that not paying attention to me would get you out of trouble? I don't know how easy your teachers are in New York, but I will not be taken over so quickly. Go down to the dean and I'll see you in Saturday school tomorrow."

Jen sat up. "But..."

Mr. Forte shook his head. "No Buts Ms. Lindley, or would you rather take a week of detention?"

Jen stood up. "That's bullshit and you know it!"

Mr. Forte sneered. "Leave!!!!"

Joey stood in front of her history class. She spent a week on this presentation and it was perfect. Her voice flowed together and all of the note cards were in perfect order just in case she needed help which she didn't. This particular speech was about the ancient rulers of India.

"...and the king usually had his main house at the top of the hill because he was more superior to the rest. The ranking went king, wives, which there usually was between ten and twenty wives, children, concubines and workers..."

Somebody whistled and Joey looked up. Grant Bodeen waved around his arm. "Hello!!!! I have a question!"

Joey rolled her eyes.

Grant shrugged it off and smirked. "So these concubines, they just gave it up whenever he asked?"

"They didn't just "give it up." It was an honor to be called upon by the king and they would not refuse because there were a hundred more women to choose from. As I was saying, there were many ranks within ancient India. The peasants were..."

"I have another question!!!" Grant said almost yelling.

"I'll take questions after I'm done," Joey said annoyed.

"Yeah, whatever. So these chicks would wait around to have sex with this one dude all the time? Did he have a really big...joystick?" Grant gave a high five to his football buddy.

Joey rolled her eyes and clenched her fists. "I never said dude and chicks but yes, the wives and concubines would wait for a chance to please the king."

"You didn't answer my second question."

Joey looked to the back of the room. "Mr. Mott! How am I supposed to finish my presentation with Grant asking these stupid questions?"

Mr. Mott stood up from the back table. Since he had a thin frame, his suit fit loosely and swished as he walked to his front desk. "Don't freight Ms. Potter," he sat down and put his hands on his stomach, "This is what I'm talking about class: preparation. Joey is a great example of this."

Joey smiled in satisfaction.

Mr. Mott stood up again. "See class, you must be prepared. You must be able to answer questions that you never would dream of. You must expect the unexpected. If Miss Potter would have been better prepared then the questions from Mr. Bodeen would have been no problem. There are no stupid questions," he smirked at Joey who turned white, "I want the class to make a mental note of this presentation. Be better prepared for challenges. Mr. Bodeen, good job with participation. A little inappropriate but good," Mr. Mott turned to Joey, "Besides the lack of readiness Ms. Potter, the work presentation was superb. A 'B'. Please take a seat."

Joey's mouth fell. She shook her head. "I'm sorry did you say I got a 'B'?"

"Yes I did. I do believe that is an appropriate grade. Take a seat."

Joey rubbed her head and walked back to her desk. As she did she walked past Grant's desk. Once she passed he reached out and grabbed her butt. Joey stopped walking and slowly turned back to Grant. "Did you seriously just do that?"

Grant licked his lips and looked Joey up and down. "Oh yeah baby. I thought after that show you just put on I would share some of the Granter that all the ladies like."

Joey bit her lip before pulling back her arm. Before Grant could move, her fist had already connected with his face. Everybody in the class made an UHH sound. Mr. Mott ran over to the two of them.

"Ms. Potter! What the hell were you thinking?" Mr. Mott said as he looked at Grant's face.

Joey made a fake laugh. "Are you serious? Mr. Mott, he grabbed my ass!"

"That gives you no right to punch him. Go to the dean now!"

Joey angrily picked up her things and stormed out of the classroom down to the dean's office.

Pacey sat in the smelly old office tapping his foot to the music that was stuck in his head. The door opened and another student walked in. Pacey lifted up his head and shook it.

"It's nice to finally see a face I know. Why are you here Lindley?"

Jen smiled at the sight of Pacey. She sat down next to him.
"Hi Pacey. I'm glad I'm not alone. I have to see the dean. What about you?"

"It's only the millionth time I get to see Wes."

"Who's Wes?"

Pacey nodded. "Sorry, I mean Mr. Boz, the dean."

"You know his first name?"

"Yeah, and that's not all. Wes is married with three boys and has a dog named Quiz because the dog likes to watch Jeopardy. After spending so much time with someone you kind of learn about them."

"How much time have you spent with him in the whole two months we've been in school?"

Pacey closed his eyes and thought about it. "Um...about once a week. Last year I was in his office at least three times a week."

"You really do get in a lot of trouble."

"Not so much any more. I wouldn't have gotten in trouble so much last year if I didn't have to cover umpa lumpa's ass."

Jen raised an eyebrow. "Umpa lumpa?"

Pacey gave the same look. "Dawson, Lindley. He never told you about that?"

"Apparently not."

"Yeah, it was his nickname or what people called him when he was younger. Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory was a big thing when it came out for a second time so everyone used it as a reference."

Jen couldn't hold back her giggles anymore. She bent over from laughter. Pacey started to laugh too. At that moment Dawson, who was an office runner during study hall, saw Jen and Pacey laughing. He walked up to his girlfriend and best friend.

"Hey guys, what's so funny?" Dawson asked.

Pacey shook his head. "Nothing man."

Jen bit her lip. "It's nothing honey. Some stupid joke Pacey said."

Dawson nodded and sat down next to Jen. Mr. Boz opened his office door. He had on a suit shirt, black slacks and a blue tie. He walked up to his secretary.

"Who's next Janie?" Wes asked.

Janie looked up and rolled her eyes. "Who do you think?"

Wes sighed and nodded his head. "Where is he?"

Janie pointed to the front. "Sitting in the front. You also have a Jennifer Lindley here to see you."

Wes walked the small hallway to the seats in the front of the office. Pacey looked up.

"Bozzy! How's it hangin?" Pacey said with a smile.

"Pacey! I thought we were going to try reducing our time together?" Wes said approaching him.

Pacey stood up and said goodbye to his friends then looked back at Mr. Boz.

"I know, I know. This time I didn't do anything wrong. Ms. Price made something out of nothing."

Mr. Boz placed his hand on Pacey's shoulder. "You can finish your declaration of innocence in my office."

Pacey walked into his office followed by Wes. He closed the door behind him. Pacey sat in Mr. Boz's chair and put up his feet.

"I really did nothing wrong Wes. She is completely crazy. I bet aunt flow is paying a visit."

"Get out of my chair," Pacey moved quickly to a different seat, "Where's the slip she sent with you?"

Pacey gave it to Wes and he read it. "I didn't do anything," he said matter of factly.

Wes rolled his eyes and sat forward. "Pacey, you made fun of her last name by using a game show."

"Hey! That is one of the best game shows. Everyone loves the price is right."

"You also fell asleep, AGAIN!"

"I can't help it if my father keeps me up to yell at me because it's his week to see me."

Wes placed his head in his hand. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I did nothing THAT bad! I still say that she needs Midol."

"You can't blame everything on a period!"

"So you agree with her?"

Wes walked to the front of his desk and leaned on it. "Pacey, I can't ignore what happened."

"You don't need to ignore it, just don't agree with it."

"You know if I could, I would give you an hour detention for something...whatever like this Pacey..."

Pacey nodded his head. "But you can't."

"I'm sorry. This one threw you over the four detention mark. I have to give you Saturday school."

Pacey stood up. "Okay Bozzy."

Wes opened the door. "Pacey, you know you're a good kid and I try to help them out. If she wasn't on the board I would throw this out completely."

"No need to explain. You're just doing your job." Pacey walked out of his office and down the short hallway.

Dawson pushed down his gym shirt and walked over to Pacey. He needed to know.

"Hi Pacey," Dawson said somewhat in a fake giddy tone.

Pacey looked from his locker to Dawson. "Hey D, what's up?"

Dawson rocked back and forth on his feet. "Oh...nothing. What did you get from Mr. Boz?"

Pacey rolled his eyes and put on his shirt. "I got a freakin' Saturday school. Apparently I'm over my four detention mark and that's all he could do. Tomorrow is shot."

"That sucks. So what were you and Jen talking about?"

Pacey looked away. "Oh nothing. I can't remember."

Dawson nodded. "Okay, Jen told me already anyway." He tried something from a psyche book he read.

Pacey released his breath. "O good. It's nothing to be embarrassed about D. umpa lumpa is not a bad name."

"You told her about umpa lumpa!"

Pacey gave a curious look. "I thought Jen told you?"

"No she didn't. I can't believe you!"

"D, it's cool. She even thought it was cute. Don't get pissed because we need to play basketball today and you gotta be my partner."

Pacey patted Dawson's shoulder and gave a big grin before heading out of the locker room and into the gym. A few seconds later an unhappy Dawson joined him. The whole period Pacey was beating Dawson at basketball. Being the cocky teenage boy that Pacey is, he couldn't hold back his comments.

"You do realize that the whole point of the game is to get the ball in the hoop right?" Pacey smirked holding up the ball.

Dawson squinted his eyes in anger.

"I'm aware of that Pacey."

Pacey put his hands out.

"Well thank god. I thought I would have to teach you that too. You are the perfect example of what happens when a boy would rather watch a movie and analyze it than actually act like a kid."

Dawson dropped the ball and turned around. "I'm out," he said before walking away towards the locker room.

Pacey stood up straight. "Hey c'mon D, come back. I'll let you get one in. I need someone to play with."

Dawson kept walking away. "You were doing fine before," he yelled.

"O come on umpa lumpa!"

Dawson stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly, he turned around. "What did you say?"

Pacey threw the ball at Dawson. "I said come on umpa lumpa. Now throw me the ball and let's play."

Dawson started to grind his teeth. He lifted up the ball above his head and threw it at an unaware Pacey. It hit him in the face. Bad for Dawson, Coach Appleton saw what happened. Pacey grabbed his nose and fell to the ground. Coach ran over to Pacey who was kneeling by then. He turned to Dawson.

"What were you thinking Leery?!" Coach screamed.

Dawson stood looking at Pacey whose fingers started getting covered with blood. Coach bent down next to Pacey and moved his hand. As soon as Pacey did that a big gush of blood fell on the floor.

"How do you feel Witter?" Coach asked.

Pacey gave a small smile. "Well, my nose feels like shit but I'm okay besides that," he said with sarcasm.

Coach grabbed the towel off his shoulder and gave it to Pacey to put by his nose.

"Go into the locker room and go get cleaned off. The nurse will be in there soon."

Pacey nodded and walked to the locker room giving Dawson a dirty look as he passed. Coach Appleton walked up to Dawson and glared at him.

"What the hell was that Leery? Just because you lost does not give you the okay to ram a basketball up someone's nose! You're going to cool off tomorrow in all day detention. Now get the hell out of my face." Coach looked Dawson up and down before walking away.

Jen walked down the hall towards the library. She had a Saturday school. It seemed odd to Jen that no one was walking down the hall or dropping their books all over the floor. No one of course, except for her boyfriend Dawson. He had a Saturday school as well. For the past ten minutes, Dawson was rambling on about how he got his detention.

"...and then Appleton gives me the slip. It's not fair what he did!" Dawson said running a hand in his hair.

Jen smirked and turned to the blonde next to her. "O please Dawson! How I got my detention wasn't fair but I think a Saturday school for throwing a basketball at someone's face, your best friend's face may I add, is definitely fair if not letting it slide some."

Dawson stopped. "Whose side are you on?"

Jen put a hand in Dawson's hair and played with it. "Yours honey, but did you at least ask if you broke his nose?"

Dawson lowered his head and shook it. Right before the entered the library, Dawson scooped Jen in his arms and kissed her hard. "Now I have something to think of when I'm bored later today."

Jen smiled wide and walked into the library. "Pacey?"

Pacey looked up and watched as the two walked in.
"Hey Jen. Well if it isn't my favorite person. Have you hit anymore faces in the last eighteen hours Dawson?"

Dawson rolled his eyes. "If you would have been less cocky about basketball then I wouldn't have hit you."

Pacey stood up and raised his voice.
"Maybe if you learned to actually play then I wouldn't have bragging rights!"

Jen stood between the two boys. "Whoa fighters! Go to your corners. Sit down Dawson over there and Pacey sit back down please."

Both boys exchanged death stares before sitting down.

"Ms. Trinkle! My bag fell down and I was picking up the things. I'm not late," a girl yelled down the hall.

Pacey put his head in his hand.

"Shit, its Abby Morgan."

Jen looked at Pacey. "Who's Abby Morgan?"

"Only the daughter from Lucifer himself. The girl's from hell, literally," Dawson said.

Jen chuckled. "How can she be from hell?"

Pacey mock laughed. "Don't laugh Jen, its true. There's a town in Michigan called Hell. That's were she came from; not to mention the fact that she's evil."

At that moment Abby walked in with Ms. Trinkle at her heels. Abby looked at the three of them and turned to the teacher. "Ms. Trinkle, I cannot spend the whole day with these juvenile delinquents! They might rub off on me."

Ms. Trinkle rolled her eyes. "That's what I'm hoping for. Take a seat Miss Morgan. Let's see...Mr. Witter, check...Ms. Lindley, check...Mr. Leery, check...Ms...it appears we are missing a one Josephine Potter."

"I'm here and it's Joey not Josephine," Joey said walking into the library.

"You're late, sit down."

Joey rolled her eyes and walked pass her towards the table. She scanned the faces and noticed her three friends. "All of you got detention?"

"I said sit!!!" Ms. Trinkle yelled, "Now since everyone is here I can finally talk. All of you will be in here until five this afternoon. I will be in my office taking care of important matters. If at anytime there is trouble I will make you restack books or re file my cards. Have a good day children," she smirked smugly before walking out.

Joey stood up and sat next to Pacey. She looked at the bandage on his nose.

"Is that a new fashion statement Pace? I have to say it kind of stinks."

Pacey rolled his eyes. "No it's not ms fashion expert."

Abby walked behind the two. "So gonzo what happened to your nose? A bird pecked it and it exploded?"

Pacey stared at Dawson. "DAWSON threw a basketball at my face like the ass he is."

Joey couldn't hold back her laughter. She let go and almost couldn't catch her breath. Pacey looked her up and down before standing up.

"Great! My girlfriend is laughing at me. Could the day GET any better?" Pacey said before storming off into a back isle of books.

Joey stopped laughing at looked at Pacey. "Pacey come back," she said but he kept walking away.

Abby sat where Pacey was. "I guess there's trouble in paradise isn't there Josephine?"

"Shut up Abby," Joey said walking to where Pacey was.

"A little catty aren't we?" Abby said with a smile.

"What's your problem Abby?"

Abby rolled her eyes. "What are you mumbling about now Jen?"

"We've been in here for a half hour and already you're sticking your nose in other people's business."

"What are you Oprah now?"

"Why don't you just leave them alone? You're acting like a real bitch."

Abby stood up. "Ooo, Ms. New York doesn't like me! What ever will I do?" she walked to another seat.

Joey walked to the last isle of books. She looked to her right and saw Pacey sitting on the floor holding open a book. Joey walked up to him and sat down. Pacey didn't look up.

"What are you doing Pacey?" Joey asked sweetly.

Pacey looked up. "I'm reading," he said coldly before looking back to the book.

"Pacey Witter is actually reading? It must be a miracle," Joey joked trying to lighten things up but she may have made them worse.

Pacey put down his book and looked at Joey.

"If you came back here to make fun of me I suggest you leave."

Joey shook her head.

"No, I didn't come here to make fun of you. I came to apologize. I'm sorry for laughing earlier. I wasn't laughing at you but more at Dawson. It was funny to hear that he actually picked up a ball."

"You fooled me," Pacey said flatly.

Joey nodded her head and just looked at Pacey. They didn't say anything. Joey felt herself getting nervous like she did when he was around before they started dating.

"Um, is your nose broken?" Joey said quietly.

Pacey shook his head. "No, it's just bruised badly. I have a bump too," Joey reached out her hand but Pacey moved away, "What are you doing?"

Joey rolled her eyes. "I want to feel your nose. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Joey reached out again but this time he didn't move. Gently, she placed her index finger on his nose. Joey looked at his nose and saw the bump. Her finger ran across it. She heard Pacey let out a small moan. Joey moved her eyes and locked them with his. Joey could see the pain in his blue eyes.

"Does your nose still hurt?" Joey asked biting her lip.

"A little," Pacey replied.

Joey smiled and replaced her finger with her lips. She gave a small kiss to Pacey's nose before closely sitting back next to him and smiling. "Feeling better?"

Pacey turned his head with Joey as she sat down. He leaned in and smirked.

"You're making it really hard for me to be mad at you right now."

Joey leaned in even closer so they were touching foreheads. "That's my point."

"I like your point," Pacey said before capturing Joey's lips in his. He put his hands on her face and Joey placed her hands on his shoulders. They heard a loud thud and they broke apart. They looked at each other before walking back to the rest of them.

"It's about time you two came back into the light," Abby said picking up her book from the floor as Pacey and Joey walked up.

"What was that noise from?" Pacey asked sitting on a chair and having Joey sit on his lap.

"It was a book, Einstein. That's the sound they make when they hit the floor," Abby looked at the two snuggling together, "I guess Pacey's new baby didn't scare you away, huh Joey?"

"Leave her alone Abby!" Jen said. She was sitting next to Dawson on a lounge couch across from Pacey and Joey.

Abby rolled her eyes and turned around. "You have a mouth on you girlie," Abby took a seat in the last open chair, "I'm curious Jen, why exactly are you here?"

Jen let out a small chuckle. "Mr. Forte gave me detention for tapping my pencil. Can you believe that! Just for tapping my pencil."

"That's nothing. I got a Saturday school because I said the price is right. How unfair is that?" Pacey said.

Joey nodded her head. "I think the teachers are out to get us."

Abby laughed. "You would think that. So why are you here Joey? Not that I'm surprised."

Joey looked at Abby. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Ever since daddy dearest went off to play mayor in big bad Boston you've been acting just like the unwanted child you really are."

Joey stood up. "Fuck you Abby! You know nothing about me or my family. You have no right to..."

Pacey stood and picked up Joey. He put her over his shoulder.

"It's time to go Potter," Pacey said walking away.

Joey beat on his back. "Let me go Pacey! I wasn't finished!" Joey yelled.

Pacey walked into a side isle and dropped Joey down. He rubbed his back.

"You can hit hard Potter."

Joey stood in front of him with her arms crossed.

"You can't just pick me up and move me whenever you want Pacey. I want to leave NOW!"

"Well there's a wall behind you and tall books shelves at your sides so I guess the only way out is to go past me and I can't let you do that."

"And why not?"

"Jo, you let Abby get to you. When are going to learn to not listen to her?"

Joey stared at Pacey and felt a tear fall. She wiped it away but Pacey saw it. He took her in his arms and held her tight. She let a few more fall before moving out of his arms and sitting on the floor.

"She's right you know," Joey said wiping away her last tear.

"Who?"

"Abby. I am the unwanted child."

Pacey sat down next to Joey. He placed his hand on her knee. "No you're not Joey."

Joey nodded her head and looked at him.

"Yes I am Pacey. When Bessie had Alex, my dad came to Capeside to see them. He was there for two hours only because he had plans with his girlfriend's kids and couldn't stay long. Do you know how many words I said to my father that day? None! When he wasn't with the baby or with Bodie or mom he was on his cell. He didn't even notice I was there. He doesn't love me."

"That is the farthest thing from the truth Jo. Your dad is a busy man but he loves you and cares for you. There are so many people who care for you. Your mom, Bessie, Bodie, Alex, Jen...Dawson. They all care about you."

Joey gave a sad half smile. "Pace, you didn't mention yourself."

Pacey put his arm around Joey and started whispering.

"That's because it's a given Potter. I care so much about you that sometimes it scares me. I need you more than life itself. I feel like I'm in heaven when I'm with you and I would do anything not to screw that up."

Joey felt a tear rush down but she wiped it away and smiled. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Witter."

"I know how to make girls feel relaxed too. Well, you anyways," Pacey said coming closer to Joey.

Joey bit her lip and started leaning back against the books. "And how can you do that?"

Pacey was about two inches from kissing Joey when he tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear and just looked at her, teasing her.

"I know that the only sure fire way to make you feel better, is for me to kiss you."

Joey waited for Pacey to kiss her but all he did was look at her. Joey couldn't take the suspense anymore and decided to put it in fast forward. She put her hand behind his head and pulled him towards her. Pacey liked Joey's new found forcefulness and didn't hold back. He pressed her up against the bookshelf and decided that it was the perfect time to finish up their make up make out session that they started before they were interrupted earlier.

Dawson walked up the thin ugly brown carpeted stairs to the second floor of the library. Most of the books up there were reference or Ms. Trinkle's collection of romance novels. Dawson walked to the balcony and leaned against the railing. You could see the whole library from that balcony and it was a big library. Dawson began to scan the large room. His eyes landed on Jen who was sitting at a computer. He smiled as the air conditioning turned on and a small wind slightly blew her blonde waves around. As he began to scan the room again he saw something move in the corner of his eye. Dawson twisted his neck and looked towards a section of books. In one of the rows he could see his two friends heavily kissing each other. A small wave of anger passed over Dawson and he wasn't sure why. He kept watching and saw Pacey's hand slowly go up Joey's shirt. That was it. He couldn't watch anymore. Dawson moved his head sideways so there was no way he could see what was going on. As he re opened his eyes he noticed someone was standing next to him with a smug grin and devilish features.

"I guess you decided to look at the features of the library, huh Leery?" Abby said leaning against the railing.

Dawson stood straight and rolled his eyes. "What do you want Abby?"

"Nothing, just bored I guess," Abby tapped Dawson and pointed ahead, "Did you check out the action in suspense? They sure know how to get hot and heavy. It didn't take long for gonzo to get his hand up her shirt did it?"

Dawson looked once more and saw the same thing he saw earlier but more of it. He quickly turned away. "I guess not."

Dawson started to walk away when Abby grabbed his shoulder.

"You know, if you don't like the view we can always play a game."

"What kid game do you want to play?" Dawson asked annoyed.

"It's far from a kid game Dawson. I want to play truth or dare," Abby saw him roll his eyes; "If you don't want to then we don't have to stop those two horny people groping each other in a public place."

Dawson smiled and nodded his head. "Let's play. I'm bored anyways. I'll get Jen and you can get them then we'll meet up here okay?"

Abby smiled. "Okay. Now there's the jealous male that I like," she said before walking away.

Joey still leaned against the bookshelf with Pacey on top of her. Her neck was hurting some from the angle she was in but it didn't matter. What was on Joey's mind was the growing bubbly sensation that started to travel through out her body. This never happened to her before but Joey was enjoying the heat she felt from her chest. Pacey moved his hand down to her waist and slowly brought it back up. Joey felt the bubbles rise with his hand and as he reached where he wanted, Joey let out a moan. Pacey opened his eyes and smiled at Joey who was already looking at him with a small blush on her face.

"I guess that felt good," Pacey said kissing her nose.

Joey didn't say anything and only nodded her head.

"Let's see if I can make you moan again." Pacey connected his lips with hers again.

Abby turned down the isle and saw the two on the floor. She rolled her eyes before walking down it. "Coping a feel there Gonzo?"

The two broke away and Pacey took back his hand. Joey turned bright red and Pacey stood up.

Pacey said, "Uh, Abby, we were..."

"Stop! I don't want or need to hear the dirty details. We're going to play a game upstairs so if you two horny dorks want to play then follow me," Abby said walking away.

Pacey leaned down his hand and helped Joey up. She stood up and started to walk next to Pacey while her cheeks became a skin color again. Right before they left the long isle, Pacey grabbed Joey's hand.

"Hang on a sec Jo," Pacey said stopping.

Joey faced him and said, "What's wrong Pace?"

Pacey shook his head. "Nothings wrong I just...What happened back there Joey?"

"What are you talking about?" Joey said knowing exactly what he meant.

"What just happened to you. You know...the moaning."

Joey bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes. "Sorry I enjoyed our time together. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to."

Pacey let out a sigh. "No Joey, you're taking this the wrong way. I want you to enjoy yourself, heck; I even encourage it to happen more often. I just want to know what changed for you because you have NEVER done that before and I want to make whatever time we spend together enjoyful for both of us."

Joey let go of Pacey's hand. "Well don't worry your pretty little head off because I don't think that it will happen again. Now excuse me while I go and have some fun that I'm allowed to have," Joey said turning and walking upstairs.

Pacey got to the top floor a few seconds after Joey did. Everyone was up there and sitting in a circle of chairs. Pacey looked at Joey but was met with a small glance before she turned her head. He took a seat across from her. Abby had a grin on her face.

"Well since everyone is here, I guess its playtime. We're playing truth or dare so who wants to go first?" nobody spoke up, "okay, I'll pick. Um...Dawson. You go."

Dawson cleared his throat. "Okay Abby. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What was it like when hell froze over?" Dawson asked chuckling.

Abby rolled her eyes. "Very cold, now it's my turn."

"I wasn't done."

"Sorry Blondie but you know the rules, no backing down or second questions. Let's see...Jen. Truth or dare?"

Jen licked her lips and smiled, "Dare."

Abby gave a devilish grin. "I dare you...to...kiss Pacey on the lips for ten seconds."

Jen shook her head. "That's stupid Abby."

Abby shrug her shoulders. "Sorry, you said dare so you have to do it."

Jen looked from Joey to Pacey to Dawson, who didn't seem to care, and walked over to Pacey. "Sorry Pacey but I have to."

Pacey stood up. "So you know, no matter how much you beg and plead, this lips will always be reserved for my gorgeous girlfriend," he said smiling at Joey who rolled her eyes but had a small smile creep on.

"I think I'll be okay, Jen said.

"I know, "Abby said, "why don't you two shut up and lip lock? I'll keep time."

"Pushy aren't we Abby?" Pacey smiled. He put a hand on Jen's hip and smiled, "You ready to be blown away Lindley?"

"Willing and waiting," Jen replied. She leaned forward and brushed her lips on his ever so lightly. The kiss didn't deepen but lasted the ten seconds. After Abby called time they quickly broke away.

Pacey smiled at Jen. "Good ey?"

Jen patted Pacey on the shoulder. "If I liked you in that way I would say you were almost god like. Joey is one lucky girl. How did you get so good?"

"Let's just say that practice makes perfect."

"You must have been practicing a lot."

"Yes I have and I thank god that I have such a great partner." Pacey smiled.

Jen smirked at how cute Pacey was acting towards Joey. Joey tried to swipe the feeling off but Jen knew that Joey was enjoying it because she had a small blush. It was Jen's turn and she looked at the people.

"Okay...Joey, truth or dare?"

Joey sat straight when she heard her name, "um...I guess truth."

Jen took a second to think before answering. "I got it. When did you get your first kiss and who was it from?"

Joey's eyes widened and she looked to Pacey then back to Jen. "Did I say truth? I meant dare."

"There's no backing out Jo and besides, I want to know about your first kiss," Pacey said.

Joey gave a dirty look. "Fine," she said coldly. "Uh...I was in seventh grade. It was winter and I just got walked home. We were saying goodbye and it just happened. It was quick and meaningless."

"Who kissed you?" Pacey asked.

"It was me, Pacey. Joey and I were watching a movie the night of the dance when you came over after being stood up. Joey said she wanted to go home so I walked her home and when we were saying goodbye we gave each other a little peck. We swore that we wouldn't tell anyone but I guess that didn't work," Dawson said.

Pacey's eyes tightened and his face felt hot. He looked at Joey. "So your first kiss was with Dawson. That's just great. One of the most meaningful things in a girl's life and you shared it with him! I guess now I know that what was happening before we started dating was based on something. Tell me Joey, is there any more guys you would like to tell me about?"

Joey shook her head. "Pacey, stop. It didn't mean anything!"

Pacey rolled his eyes. "So no other guys? Or better yet, what else did you do with Dawson? Did you go any further? Huh! Did you!!?" he yelled.

Joey wiped away some tears. "You're being a real asshole Pacey!"

"O excuse me! We can't have the asshole Pacey Witter vent! I'm a person too Joey!"

"Leave her alone Pace," Dawson said.

Pacey turned his head and walked up to Dawson. "You done enough already so be quiet Dawson!"

"What the hell's your problem?"

"My PROBLEM is you! You're always interfering in my life. You are always there! The problem for you this time is that you don't have a ball to throw at my face because you lost."

Dawson got closer so their noses could almost touch. "I didn't lose!"

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn't!"

"Fine! You want a rematch so I can kick your ass again?"

"Name the time and place and I'll be there."

"The gym, right now, let's go."

"Great!" Dawson started walking down the hall and so did Pacey. The three girls followed.

The boys grabbed a ball and started playing. Jen, Joey and Abby sat in the bleachers. Abby was making fun of the boys while the other two were talking. Joey swiped back a string of hair then wiped away a tear. Jen watched her and sighed.

"You okay Joey?" Jen asked.

Joey nodded her head and looked at Jen with red eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about? Pacey picked a fight, I started crying, it's like it always is."

"Why did he get so upset?"

"It's because...it's because of how I was before I started dating him."

"Pacey kind of said the same thing. What do you mean by that?"

"Um, first you need to realize that I don't feel like that anymore okay?"

"Okay," Jen said weirdly, "fell like what?"

Joey rubbed her face. "I use to have a crush on Dawson."

Jen smiled. "I guessed that."

"See the thing is Jen, I liked him since seventh grade. Pacey knew the whole time and he thinks that I loved Dawson but I know I never did and it was merely infatuation but Pacey won't let it go. He thinks he's not as good as Dawson and that is the farthest thing from the truth. I think Pacey's afraid that I still want Dawson."

"So Pacey's jealous? Most guys are. I don't know what to tell you Joey. Pacey needs to realize that he's the one you want, not Dawson. Wasn't it great with him?"

"WAS is the key word. It was so great when we first started out but lately all we've been doing is fighting. You saw us today. We fought the whole day. There is always something to bicker about with him. I can't remember a day when we didn't fight. It's getting really hard plus, everyone keeps telling us how wrong we are for each other. I don't think I can do this anymore. I know he's ready to breakup."

Jen saw her friend shed a tear so she pulled her into a hug. "I think you need to talk to Pacey. I don't know who keeps telling you that you guys are wrong for each other but I don't think so."

"Thanks Jen, "Joey said pulling away.

Abby ran around yelling that they had a half hour before they had to leave so they better get back. All five ran back into the library unseen or unheard. Once they got back, Dawson and Pacey had already made up and the girls went to sit down. Abby tried telling a lie about why she was in here but everyone knew she was there because of too many late entrances. Joey wasn't paying attention. Her mind was on what she was going to say to her boyfriend. Joey stood up and walked over to Pacey. She put her hand on his arm.

"I think we should talk," she said avoiding his eyes.

"So do I," he replied then grabbed her hand and led her into a back isle.

"I..." they said at the same time.

"You go first," Pacey said.

Joey shook her head. "No, you should."

Pacey nodded. "Jo, I'm so sorry about earlier. I completely overreacted over nothing and acted like and ass. Anything that happened in the past doesn't affect us and I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"It's not a big deal," Joey said, then Pacey came in for a kiss but Joey stopped him, "Wait Pace. It's my turn now."

"Go ahead Joey. I deserve whatever you need to say."

Joey bit her lip and still avoided his eyes. "Pacey, we've been dating for about two months now and it's been great. It really has. We were so right when we started dating. It seemed as though nothing could come between us. We were inseparable. Lately though, it seems like something has changed, like there's always something between us. Either we're fighting or someone is telling us that we are wrong for each other. I can't remember the last time we saw each other and we didn't fight. We're always defending our relationship instead of actually having one." A tear ran down her face.

Pacey was speechless. He didn't know what to say. Joey, HIS Joey, wanted to breakup, or so it seemed. "What do you mean by all of this Joey?" he asked already knowing the answer.

Joey wiped away a tear but more kept coming. "I um...I think it would be best if we took a step back."

Pacey couldn't believe his ears. He felt a tear fall but he wiped it away. "So you want to break up?"

"We both knew this wouldn't work, Pacey."

"So your saying what we had was meaningless? I thought it meant something."

Joey felt the tears rush down. "No Pacey! What we had meant the world to me. I've never experienced anything like what I had with you with anyone else. We had so many good times. It was mostly good Pacey. They've just been too thin lately. I don't want to hurt you Pacey because this is killing me too. I'm sorry."

"So am I," he said almost whispering, "It was nice while it lasted."

Joey got some courage to look up into his eyes. The light blue turned dark and they were red from tears that were ready to fall. One look at those sad blue eyes and Joey was done in. She let herself go and felt the hot drops rundown her already tear stained cheeks into her hands. Joey felt a pair of arms go around her and she fell into them. Pacey held her close.

Pacey put his face in her chestnut locks and smelled her hair for the last time. A tear escaped his eye. "I'm gonna miss you Potter," he said stroking her long hair.

"I'm gonna miss you too Pace," Joey said into his shoulder. She took in one last intake of the smell she knew well; Pacey.

They stood holding each other until both of them could control themselves. Pacey and Joey let go and exchanged sad smiles before walking in opposite directions away from each other, looking back every so often.