Chapter 8
So I spent the night with Pacey last night. I mean, no, I didn't, I didn't sleep with him. We just spent the night in the same bed. Actually, no, we spent the night on the same matress cause the lazy git doesn't want to buy a bed yet. Or maybe he doesn't have money. And I think I'll really hate him when I'll be old and grey and I'll swear on him for the aches in my back that I will most definitely get for sleeping so close to the floor.
I know what you're thinking. I shouldn't have stayed. He made a fool of himself last night, right? I mean, he got drunk in front of the whole studio! And I am dating him! But, oh dear, and this is going to be the death of me, he is soooo cute when he's drunk! I can't help it! He's too cute for words! He has that cute little smile and that sparkle (well, no, not necessarilly a sparkle, more like a light in the fog…) in his eyes, his very confused eyes that kept asking me "Did I do anything wrong?". How can I refuse a guy like that?
So I stayed. He fell asleep instantly but I couldn't. The moonlight was on his face. And he looked like a child. A cute little child (I know, I know, I am calling him cute too much and I know he'd hate it but he is! It's not my fault he's cute). And he smiled. He smiled while he was sleeping. I wonder what he was dreaming of… then again maybe I don't…
I just stood there watching him and I had this weird sensation inside me that everything was going to be ok. No matter how drunk he gets, no matter how much of an ass he can be sometimes, everything is going to be ok. Just seeing that smile of his makes me feel better. And that's when I realized I'm in love with him. And that scared the shit out of me.
This is what it feels like. That thing that I waited for so long to feel. I felt it while staying on a matress, a not so comfortable mattress mind you, looking, or no, staring, psychotically staring, at a drunk guy who's sleeping. My heart was beating at a normal rate, my breathing was pretty normal too, I didn't feel any different. Except I was in love. With a cute drunk guy.
It's unlike me not to think about it. So of course I started wondering what is it about him that makes me feel that way without him even trying too hard, while so many other guys tried and failed. I came up with no answer there. And I'm not used to not having any answers. I am the same person that talked everything to death with Bessie every night before going to sleep and solving every problem I had during the day. And this is not just any question, this is an important question. What made me click?
After about an hour I started wondering when I started feeling like this. Cause the butterflies in my stomache were there before I realized what I meant. I spent minutes trying to remember the first time I felt the butterflies and after a lot of debating inside my mind I realized it started when he smiled at me for the first time. That was the first time I met him. So I fell in love with him the first time I met him. Wow, I thought I didn't believe in love at first sight. Another myth shattered by the boy with the blue eyes. My world did turn upside down in the past month.
Just before finally falling asleep I remember thinking how much I liked his smile. I am obsessed with his smile. Scratch that. I am obsessed with him.
So I am all alone on Pacey's matress. He probably went to eat. In the few weeks that went by since we started dating I got to notice his eating habits a bit and… you really don't wanna know.
I get up and check my reflection in the window. I never liked myself too much, but Pacey thinks I'm beautiful. I've been told I'm beautiful before but it always sounded like a line to get me in the sack. This is the first time I believe that a guy believes it when he says it. Of course, I don't believe it myself, but it's a start.
Well, I look pretty much like the usual. My hair could use a brush right now, but I think this is the best I can do. Let's go and face the world.
Pacey's in the kitchen with his head on the table. For a second I think he's asleep but he's not. He just has a terrible headache which makes me wonder how many beers could he possibly have drunk.
"Good morning, Josephine" he mumbles without rising his head. How did he know it was me?
"How did you know it was me?"
"Dawson doesn't walk as soft as you do…" That's sweet.
"How's your bowling ball doing?"
"It's still a bowling ball. And I think it has some explosive too in there somewhere. I swear my head is gonna burst any minute now."
This would be funny if it weren't. But then again it is.
"What do we have for breakfast?" I say nonchalantly.
"I don't know, there's gotta be an egg in there somewhere" he says, his finger rising lazily and pointing to the fridge.
"An egg? A raw egg?"
"No, we usually boil the eggs when we buy them and then we place them in the fridge cause we like them rotten"
"Pacey, I don't eat raw eggs."
His head has finally lifted from the table and his fuzzy eyes stare me with disbelief.
"Well, Josephine, you can boil one…"
"I am in your house and I'm supposed to make my own breakfast?"
"Do I look like a personal chef to you?"
"No, you look like a host" I take an egg from the fridge and hand it to him. "There. You boil it. I'll go take a shower."
"Easy there, miss Josephine. I can hardly see your hand, let alone that thing you have in it. If you want it edible you'll have to boil it yourself."
There's more than the egg to this thing and I'll win it if it's the last thing I do.
"It would be unproper of me to use your cooking ustensils while I am in your house as a guest."
"But you are not just any guest, you are my girlfriend"
"So that gives you the right to turn into lazy boyfriend on me and let me make breakfast. What's next? House cleaning?"
"Well if you insist…"
He's joking and I know he's joking and I know this is one of the banters we picked from the show but I act like I'm not aware of it.
"I can't believe you Pacey Witter. I am your girlfriend not your housewife. I insist you boil the egg."
I think he forgot all about the headache by now. He's got a defiant look on his face and I know this is going to take some work. Oh hell, it's a Sunday I have all day.
"It is not written anywhere that the boyfriend's attributes include making breakfast for girlfriend. I dare you to find anything that proves otherwise."
"Well if said boyfriend wants to remain in the boyfriend status with said girlfriend he'd better or else…"
"…she'll find someone who can cook? That excludes half of the male population, at least."
I hate to be interrupted.
"She. Will. Find. A. Guy. Who. Understands. The. Meaning. Of. Basic. Manners." I say patiently although patience is the last thing I feel right now.
"Yeah but new boyfriend might lack some attributes that made old boyfriend valuable."
"Yeah like what?"
He wiggles his eyebrowes at me. He cannot possibly get a sexual innuendo in a discussion about eggs!
"Like what?" I ask again.
"Okay, I see said girlfriend needs demonstration of said boyfriend talents. And said boyfriend is happy to oblige said girlfriend and demonstrate." He grins and he kisses me.
This is not going too well for me. I can't think properly with his tongue in my mouth.
Yeah but I'm enjoying myself.
So… should I let him win?
I have to say he does have some talents…
He stops.
"Need I demonstrate further?" he winks and I'm all weak in the knees.
"Okay, so that's one talent…" I try really hard to win this. I hate being defeated. I have to show him who's boss.
He raises an eyebrow and I just realize that the talent demonstration could go even further and I have to say I'm not sure I have a problem with it.
He kisses me again and I try hard to measure the time that passed since we first dated. Is this too soon?
Argh to hell with it.
