Chapter 9
Tomorrow is the show's six months anniversary. Actually, not really, just six months since we shot the first scene basically, cause the show started running four months ago. And it's going strong. The ratings are good. We're signing contracts for a second season.
So since we started shooting the day after I met Joey… this is mine and Joey's six months anniversary… since we met… our first date was two days later but somehow I think the day we met is more worth an anniversary than that lousy date… lousy in the sense that I made a fool of myself not that I didn't have a good time cause Joey… ah… Joey… insert dreamy state here…
So I here we are. It's been six months. My god, six months!
It's 5 am in the morning and I'm sitting here, in bed, listening to her breathing. She has a lovely way of breathing in her sleep, making a slight noise that could be defined snorring but it's such a sweet snorr that it just doesn't deserve that title. It's just sweet, the way her chest rises, the way she holds her hand under the head…
I am so whipped. Just yesterday she was upset cause she couldn't find ice cream anywhere and I drove all the way to Boston to get her some. It was a lousy move when it comes to my male pride and I know there were a couple of giggles around the set when I was late for a scene cause I drove 30 minutes to get my girlfriend an ice cream. But I loved the way she suddenly turned better and smiled. I know that the problem wasn't the ice cream, it was the fight she had with her sister who showed up a week ago at her appartment and didn't find her there… and there after lots of searching she found her at my place… that was a bit ugly…
Her sister, Bessie, had a child at 19. I suppose it's understandable to overreact a bit. But still she should trust her.
I know it would be a lot simpler if we slept at her appartment, since she lives alone while I have a roommate. But somehow she likes it better here. She never says why, but she always decides she wants us to sleep here. Not that I mind or anything. She already has her own drawer full of clothes. God, I love that.
I am whipped.
Oh yeah, back to the ice cream thing. So, the problem wasn't the ice cream. But getting her the ice cream helped. It was a gesture meant to say I'll do anything. And by God I will.
I love watching her sleep. She is so peaceful. So beautiful. Actually she's always beautiful. How can anyone believe someone like her isn't loved (like in the show) is beyond me. I mean, don't get me wrong, Jen is beautiful too. She definitely fits the role of blonde bombshell (although she's much smarter than that)… But Joey is more beautiful than Jen. Joey has a way of looking at you in a way that really turns your insides out… Can you tell I'm whipped? Hehe, not that I mind. It really is a lovely kind of whipped.
So today is our six months anniversary. I have to surprise her somehow. I've been thinking about this for two weeks now and so far I haven't come up with anything. Which is weird considering I used to be known for my grand gestures. But somehow nothing seems to fit her. She is too much for me, for my grand gestures. I always have to outdo myself with her. Not that I mind that, I really don't. Just that sometimes I just sit and wonder what she wants me. For some reason she seems to. insert happy smile here
Right, back to grand gestures. But then again, Joey is not much into grand gestures. She likes it simple and nice. I love that about her. She is simple and nice.
She smiles in her sleep and I wonder what she's dreaming. And suddenly I know just the right thing to do for this six months anniversary that we have.
I can hear her coming a mile away. She's not much of a morning person. But I'm not complaining since neither am I.
"Potter" I greet her when she leans against the kitchen door looking half asleep and entirely adorable.
"Witter… it's 8 am… what the hell?"
"There's a Tom and Jerry marathon on Cartoon Network today, I didn't want to miss it" I winked at her.
"You know recently a smart guy invented a thing called video for situations such as this. Have you heard of it?"
"I might have. But you know, in order to get this marvellous invention, you gotta have a thing called money."
"…last time I checked there was a television network giving you money for you to show your obnoxious face on screen."
"Yes but this obnoxious and handsome face has yet to renegotiate its contract that it signed when it was not on screen yet in not so profitable conditions…"
Joey sighs and gives up. She normally wouldn't and I love that about her, the way we argue day and night about the silliest of things. We borrowed that from our characters that in the show are supposed to be enemies but it doesn't really come out that way. Actually a recent poll has voted us 'the most expected couple' of the show. Everyone wants us to hook up. And I'd have no problem with it but Nigel is calling the shots and since he's inspiring the show from his own childhood, I have a feeling it's not gonna happen soon. Unless he runs out of ideas. Which he probably won't. Darn.
I did get to kiss her in one episode, but she had to reject me. I barely touched her lips that she pushed me away. She explained that she couldn't let me kiss her more than a second otherwise the whole rejection thing wouldn't come out right. I don't think I need to mention how good hearing that made me feel.
"Pacey? Earth to Pacey!"
I drifted away again. I seem to have gotten the habbit of thinking too much since I met Joey. She's rubbing off on me.
"Yes dear" I fake sugary voice.
"So what are you doing up at this hour anyway?"
"I told you, Tom and Jerry marathon is on."
She's not buying it. She taps her foot on the floor and expects a more believable explanation. Let's see…
"I felt the sudden urge to cook some eggs…"
She's still tapping her foot.
"I can't sleep…" I try the simple version.
"…and why can't you sleep?"
"Because you snore?"
"I don't snore!"
"I beg to differ"
"I haven't snored for six months, why would I start now?"
I make a face that she doesn't like.
"Pacey Witter, I do not snore."
"Josephine Potter, you do."
"Don't call me Josephine."
She is so cranky in the morning. Is it really bad of me that I'm enjoying this? I have a hard time keeping a straight face.
"It's your name. You don't like it go argue with your mother, don't take it out on me"
"Leave my mother out of this."
"You brought her up"
That was a lousy come back and she knows it. This is not my finest hour.
"So why are you up?"
"I thought we already established the fact that you snore"
"We did no such thing."
"Okay, I established, since you're in no position to judge…"
"Excuse me, we are talking about me here… of course I am in a position to judge!"
"But you sleep while you snore! How can you tell whether or not you do it?"
Small pause.
"I just know."
I win this round.
"…and anyway, even if I snore, and I've snored for so long, you had enough time to get used to it. Didn't seem to bother you all the other hundreds of nights you spent in my bed…"
"…don't you mean my bed?"
"Our bed."
"…in my appartment. Bought with my money…"
"…but we both sleep in it so it's ours."
"…but we don't live together… not officially anyway…"
Suddenly the conversation turned serious. She throws a questioning look my way.
"…I wouldn't mind if we did…" I am babbling and I can't believe I said that. This wasn't really planned. Joey's eyes turn wide and I have the distinct inpression that every trace of sleepiness has just left her mood.
"…but what would Dawson think? Would we three fit here?"
My heart beats at a crazy rate. Suddenly I really want her to live with me.
"…there's always your place…"
She sits down on a chair. A moment later she looks straight into my eye.
"Okay, but we take your bed."
I am officially speechless. But I have to ask.
"Why do you always insist we sleep in my bed?"
Joey blushes.
"…it smells like you…" she smiles that half smile of her and I fall in love all over again.
I don't even think. I was going to make a cake. She's always loved vanilla cakes and always complained she can't find any. Mine is not even half ready. But this is the moment. I just take it out of the oven and put in front of her. She's confused.
"This deserves a celebration, doesn't it?"
"…you knew I'd say yes?"
"…no, not really… but if you said no, there was always our six months anniversary to celebrate" I wink at her and take the rose that was placed on the cupboard behind the door and just place it next to the cake.
"That's two days from now, Pace…" she smiles sweetly. I can't believe she remembered. She didn't mention a thing!
"No. We met exactly six months ago."
"Yes but we kissed two days later."
"We'll celebrate that too if you want."
There's that half smile again.
"By the looks of it we'll celebrate only that. You can't actually expect me to take this vanilla puddle seriously."
…and we're back to the banter… and I'm loving it… actually I'm loving her… I think I'd love her if she threw plates at me… and that's actually kinda scary….
