1Joey's POV

"Pace, this whole getting drunk thing was the best idea you have ever had."

"Why thank you Josephine."

"Just because I'm drunk does not mean you have the right to call me Josephine."

"I have a drunken confession to make Jo."

"Oh really, what's that?"

"Ever since freshman year, I have had a crush on you."

"Your joking, right?"

"Absolutely not."

I don't know what got into me that moment, but I grabbed him and starting furiously kissing him. I'm surprised he did not pull away. Well actually I'm not because apparently he likes me. We started pulling off our clothes. My head was telling me to stop, but I couldn't. It felt as if he was a magnet, pulling me towards him. The next thing I knew we were having sex. With me absolutely enjoying it.

Joey's POV

I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. I felt something wrapped around me. Oh no. What did I do last night? I turned around to see Pacey with his arms tightly wrapped around me.

"Oh sh."

"Huh, what is going on."

"PACEY, what the hell did we do last night?"

"Well obviously we had sex, now didn't we."

"This was not supposed to happen." I screamed while searching for my clothes.

"Look Jo, lets just sit down and relax and talk about it."

"Talk about what? How we slept together? How Dawson and Andie are going to be heartbroken when we tell them?"

"Who cares they did the same thing to us."

Things that happened last night came flooding back to me. Dawson having sex with Andie. Pacey comforting me. Pacey and I having sex.

"Jo, are you okay."

"Huh, yeah I just remembered. Okay this is not so bad after all."

"See, looking towards the bright side can be good."

"Pacey, did we use condoms?"

"Yeah, I remember putting it on."

"Okay good. Listen Pace, I have to go. I will call you later okay?"

"Ok, sounds good, talk to you later."

"Bye"

"Bye"

I cant believe I just had sex with Pacey. I thought my first time would always be special. With Dawson even. I will admit, Pacey looked pretty good last night, even when I wasn't drunk. Oh man, what am I thinking. I can't possibly have feelings for Pacey J. Whitter. This is going to be one long summer.