View From The Moon 3 - In The Dark Of The Night
Emma stood above Joey who was sitting on a chair beside Pacey who was holding ice to her eye, taking it off, grimacing at it them placing it back on gently. She placed her hands on top of Pacey's and removed the ice. Pacey and Emma look at it and grimaced at the sight, her eye was almost closed, red and looked very painful. Emma looked at her and raked her fingers through the pink streaks in her hair. The bar had closed but still Joey sat on the seat nursing her head. "Joey get yourself off I'll close up for you tonight," she told her. Joey probably had a concussion; it was lucky she wasn't knocked unconscious by the force of the microphone.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine it's just a bruise, get home," she said, standing up and grabbing the broom, Pacey quickly took it from her and pushed her back onto the seat. Emma opened her mouth, but before words could produce themselves, Joey spoke, cutting her off. "Go! I'll be fine, really, it wont take long," she reassured her.
"Okay, I'll see you at home Pacey," she said, picking up her bag and walking out of the bar. There was only Pacey and Joey left in the bar now, Eddie had volunteered to drive Audrey home before he headed back to his cockroach-infested apartment. Rupert had left too, Eddie had certainly helped him with his bartending skills, he actually knew how to pour the drinks as they were ordered.
"Don't even think of getting up missy!" he told her, pointing his finger at her as he walked over to the door and turned the signs to closed. He rolled his sleeves up and began to push the large broom around the floor, sweeping all the rubbish on the floor into one place.
"Pacey you don't have to do that, it's not your job, I'll do it," Joey told him, standing up again and walking over to him, grabbing the broom from him. Pacey looked at her and rolled his eyes at her. "What?" Joey asked, pausing from her sweeping to look at him.
"I'll do that Joey, you sit down. You only have one working eye I'll have it done quicker," he said taking the broom back from her and continuing his work. He hadn't forgotten how to clean up a restaurant after closing time, however Hells Kitchen was the worst, broken bottles and glasses littered the floor.
"Well I'll do the bar then," she told him, walking over to the bar and starting to wipe it down. They stood comfortably in a silence for a few minutes, only the sound of the sweeping of the broom remained in the atmosphere. "I'm really sorry about those things Eddie said tonight Pace, he was so out of line. I mean I can't believe he said those things, they weren't true," she told him as she cleared behind the bar. Eddie had said some horrible things to Pacey, more than just about his job too, some awful things.
"Joey it's not your place to apologize for him, he's a pain in the ass. The things he said weren't really about me anyway," Pacey told her. He put the contents that he found on the floor onto a shovel and put it in the bin. He leant the broom up against the wall and walked over to the bar, sitting on a barstool, and looking at her. She dragged the cloth over the wooden surface of the bar, her watched her as she swept it rhythmically to the sound of the music on the jukebox. He loved watching her as she danced to the music without even knowing it.
"Hold on if it wasn't about you then what was it about?" Joey questioned him, looking up at him and his face. He was smiling at her, not for any reason that she could think of.
"Well, it was more to do with you, about you and I, and the fact that we're close friends," Pacey told her, grabbing her hand and stopping her from cleaning the surface. Her hands were always soft, she never did anything to make them soft, it was just one of lives mysteries but they always felt like velvet tom him.
"Well he's stupider than I first thought, I mean he's a jackass, a complete jackass," Joey said shaking her head, looking down at her hand where his still lay, and covering it with his own. Somehow Pacey had the ability to make her feel him all the way through. He had the ability to, without words, make her remember just what it was like to be with him.
"Hey I thought I was the jackass? You've replaced me?" Pacey questioned her a little offended. She threw the rag at him, hitting him in the face. "Ok that's it Potter, you do not throw things at Pacey Witter without a severe payback," Pacey said releasing his hand from hers and jumping over the bar to stand beside her. "Ok now that I'm over here I don't know what to do. I thought of doing something utterly mean but now I cant think of anything. You have rendered me dumb," Pacey told her truthfully. Stroking his goatee as he thought, and laughing slightly at his stupidity.
"I thought you were already dumb, I didn't think that was my doing," Joey told him, screaming when he wrapped his arms around her, restraining her from any movement. "You don't know what to do now that you've got me here do you?" She questioned and he shook his head, laughing lightly. "Well maybe you should think these things out before you do them," she told him. "Now you're here with nothing to do, I mean you're looking pretty stupid right now. I mean that facial, hair looks pretty stupid anyway but the fact that you're looking a little lost also adds to the allusion," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice as he let her go and she walked away from him. "Oh my god," Joey whispered as a smile crept onto her face. The last song of the night started to play on the jukebox, her smile got wider and she chuckled at it as she picked up the cloth and walked to the other side of the bar.
"What?" Pacey asked her, following her and helping her to lift the chairs onto the tables. He remembered this song, sixpence none the ritcher's version of kiss me, every time it played he thought of her. He put the last chair on the table, as most were done already, and walked over to her slowly.
"You don't remember what I remember?" Joey asked him curiously, creasing her brow at him. If he had forgotten then it would almost break her heart.
"Sure I do," Pacey told her walking to her and taking her hand in his. "If what yore thinking of is August?" he questioned and she smiled nodding her head. "Beginning of august?" he questioned and she nodded. "True love was in the harbor, all tied up, we were in Florida. That what you were thinking?" Pacey asked as he looked at her face. She looked to the floor shyly, brushing her hair behind her ear. She nodded slowly and let a small smile grace her lips. "Someone in the next boat was playing this song and I walked up to you and I, pulled you by your waist to dance with me. Which by the way was a totally romantic gesture for me, seen as I don't dance and all," Pacey told her and she looked to him. She chewed on her bottom lip as she remembered.
"Well come on Witter, we're wasting our song," she told him. He smiled and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her close to him, joining one hand with hers, and supporting her back with the other. She smiled as she placed her free hand on his shoulder and rested her head to his chest. "I'm surprised you remembered," she told him, closing her eyes. It felt good to have him close to her again, even if it was just for a moment, made her forget the bad and only remember the good.
"I couldn't forget, I remember everything about that trip, every day, every minute is embossed in my mind. It was the only time that I really felt like the person I was, that Pacey Witter, really was okay. The first time that I felt comfortable being in my own skin," he told her and she looked at him softly.
"Pacey, you don't have to be anybody but Pacey for anybody. Pacey Witter is a great - no scrap that - Pacey Witter is an amazing guy. He might let himself down, he might cheat himself but he never stops being Pacey and he never deliberately hurts a soul," Joey told him. "And..." Joey started to speak but was cut off by the jukebox clicking, the song finished and dipped the room into a silence, only the buzz of the lights remained. "And it's home time," Joey told him pulling herself away from his embrace. Feeling the coolness of the air as his arms removed themselves from her body.
"Yeah it's late," Pacey said picking up his jacket from the pool table and walking towards the door, leaning against it. "Do you want to stay at my place tonight?" Pacey asked her, watching as she switched the light off and walked towards him in the darkness.
"Why would I want to do that?" Joey asked him curiously, almost bumping into him in the twilight. She looked up at him and questioned him with her eyes.
"Audrey, she seemed a little bit dangerous tonight, maybe you should just stay at my place incase," Pacey told her, casually playing with the hair that fell down to her shoulders. He was a little worried to let her go home to her alone, when Audrey left she was in a state, half passed out but also quite violent, kicking and screaming.
"I think it'll be okay, she'll probably be asleep now anyway but thanks for the offer," she told him, pushing him out the door and standing out in the street with him locking the door. She struggled to find the keyhole in the dark, with her sore eye.
"Come here Potter," Pacey said, taking the key and locking the door, checking it was safely secured and handing the keys back to her. Joey stood beside him with her arms folded, shivering in the cold, Pacey placed the jacket over her shoulders and looked down on her as she smiled. "Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked her, touching her face. He inspected the bruise on her face; it was going to be a hell of a shiner tomorrow, even with all the ice.
"It's only a five minute walk Pacey, I can walk it I'm fine. But I'll see you later," Joey told him handing his jacket back. It was nice of him to offer but it was a walk she made almost every night.
"Then it'll only take a few minutes to drive you won't it?" Pacey offered. She smiled at him gently, giving in, it was a cold night, and she appreciated the offer. She walked with Pacey across the street and got into his car.
Pacey pulled back the covers of his bed and picked up his pillow, fluffing it between his hands. As he fluffed his pillow he heard a light rapping sound, dropping his pillow he walked over to his door and opened it, peeking out into the hall, he still heard the light rapping. He walked out of his room and ran down the spiral staircase, across the living room and to the front door. Looking through the spy hole, he saw a tall, dark- haired figure with her back to the door. He took the chains off the door and opened it, leaning against the doorframe in his pajama bottoms and tank top. Joey turned around slowly, swallowing the lump in her throat and wiping away the tears that appeared in her eyes. "Joey? What are you doing here?" Pacey questioned her curiously with worry. He stepped aside and let her walk into the apartment, looking the door back up.
"Is the offer still open?" Joey asked him and watched as he nodded slowly. After what had just happened she needed somewhere to stay and this was the only place she could think of. Her only safe haven.
"Can I get you a drink?" He asked her, and she shook her head. "What happened?" Pacey asked her curiously. She had been crying, she was still crying, something must have happened.
"I don't really want to talk about it, I just want to go to sleep if that's okay," she told him. She didn't want to go through the ordeal of explaining it to him; it would only hurt him just as much as it hurt her. She couldn't hurt Pacey in that way, it was better to keep quiet.
"Sure, come on," He told her, taking her by the hand and leading her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He went to his drawer and picked out his pajama shirt, handing it to her. "Here you can sleep in this, I'll just get some pillows and stuff and I'll be out of your hair okay?" he asked her but she grabbed his hand as he walked away.
"Stay?" she asked and he nodded, getting into bed and turning his back to her whilst she changed. He heard her clothes falling to the floor and swallowed hard lump that resided in his throat; he didn't need to imagine what was under her clothes. He remembered what she looked like underneath her clothes and often wondered if she still looked the same. He felt her body slip under the covers beside him, he turned around and leant on his elbow looking at her with curiosity. "Hold me?" she asked him. Pacey lifted his arm up and she slipped underneath it, curling her body up next to his and resting her hand on his chest. She felt him lock his arm around her and exhaled at the familiar, safe feeling that she missed.
"Are you alright?" he asked her, glancing down and swiping her hair from her face, resting it behind her ear. Her eyelashes rested against her cheeks and her breathing became almost rhythmic. He closed his eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep. It was hard with her laying on his chest, feeling her breath absorb through the material that covered his chest. He wondered why she had come, what had happened so severe she couldn't sleep in her own bed. It wasn't that he minded her being there, he liked it, he always liked having her close but still he wondered why she had come to him in the middle of the night.
Joey opened her eyes and looked up at Pacey's face. His eyes were closed, eyelashes resting against his face, his fingers stayed entwined in her hair and his chest moved under her smoothly. She looked back to his chest and breathed deeply, feeling his fingers as they moved through her hair, she opened her mouth then closed it again. She wanted tot talk to him but she didn't want to wake him. "Are you awake?" Joey whispered softly.
"Yeah," Pacey whispered softly. "You ready to talk about it?" he asked her softly and she nodded. Moving her body further up the bed so that she was face to face with him. She could see his eyes in the dark of the night, gazing down at her deeply, awaiting a explanation of why she had come to him. his eyes zoned into hers and ridded her of her fears, he had a way of doing that.
"I went into the dorm and Audrey was with Eddie," Joey told him, looking down, away from his deep questioning eyes. Pacey looked to her confused, he didn't understand. "They were together... Audrey and Eddie were having sex... they were having sex in my bed," She told him, with tears in her eyes. It had just felt like the final nail in the coffin, a brutal stab in the back. She remembered the moment she had found them; she had walked up to her door alone after Pacey had dropped her off outside her building. It had taken a few minutes to find her keys in her bag; she had passed tissues, jellybeans, lipstick, and all kinds of things before she located them in the bottom of her purse. She had walked up to the door slowly in hope that Audrey would be asleep when she got in, she wasn't ready for a drunk confrontation at that time of night. She had taken a deep breath and opened the door, slowly pushing it so as not to wake her. She need not have worried about waking her, she was most definitely not sleeping and nor was Eddie. He was lying on top of her, in her bed, thrusting into her as if his life depended on it. After standing still for a moment she had closed the door just as gently as she had opened it and walked down the corridor. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. She couldn't believe she would do that to her, she couldn't believe he would do that to her. It was then that she decided that there was only one place and one person she could turn to. She looked up at Pacey who stared at her confused; he didn't know what to say.
"Joey I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Pacey asked her inquisitively. He could see the pain in her eyes and wished he didn't have to watch her like that. She was hurt, normally he would have been hurt too, but he was too concerned right now.
"I'm fine I just... I keep thinking. How could she do that to me? How could he do that to me? And I keep thinking why does no-one care about me? Why Pacey?" She asked him, letting a tear roll slowly down her cheek.
"Joey, I care about you," He told her truthfully, so soft it was almost as if he never said the words. Catching the tear on his hand, he let it dissolve into his fingerprints slowly. She lifted her eyes to look into his and searched them.
"You really do care, I think you're the only one that truly does. You are the only man I have ever been able to rely on," she told him, moving her body so that she hovered above him. "When I think back you have always been there for me when no-body else was. Eddie doesn't care at all. Dawson was selfish, we might tiptoe around it but its true, he was selfish. I am not even going to start on my father but you..." Joey said, gently letting her fingers fall to his cheek, as he looked at her deeply.
"I hurt you, I walked away," Pacey told her sadly, shaking his head. He didn't care what she thought, he was no hero, if anything what had done to her was lower than low.
"But you came back, that's what matters and you're here again for me, just like you always have been. I never stopped loving you Pacey," she told him. He swallowed a lump in his throat and liked his lips nervously. "Sometimes I think of when we were together and I cant help but think that when I was with you, when we were together. It was the only time I felt right with anyone, the first time that I felt so connected with someone that nothing we went through could ever be too hard not to make it through. But we didn't make it through and that is one thing I regret. Sometimes I just wish that just for one night I could feel that close again. So close to you that I cant even tell who's part of who, y'know," Joey asked, moving her face closer to him, lowering her mouth to his and kissing him gently.
"Joey," Pacey mumbled, gently pushing her face away from his. "What are we doing here?" he asked her perplexed, she had just kissed him. It was no innocent kiss it was a very dangerous kiss, the kind of kiss that made him forget what was right and what was wrong.
"I'm kissing you, if you didn't notice then I'm doing something wrong," She joked lowering her lips to hers and kissing him again, deeper this time. She explored his mouth with hers, feeling his hands as they dived into her hair, just like they used to do.
"Joey, no!" Pacey said firmly, removing his face from hers and sitting up in bed. This was something he could not do. "You're hurt, you're upset and you seem to forget that where you're concerned I really lack the restraint. I can't say no," he told her. It was true, once it was started there was no way he could stop, he could never control himself around her. The urge to kiss her was stronger than he cared it to be.
"I don't want you to say no, I want you to say yes," she told him, pulling her head off the pillow and kissing his lips. Before her lips could reach his Pacey raised his hand to her mouth and covered her lips with his fingers, stopping her.
"So what are we talking about here? What is this?" Pacey questioned her. She was nothing if not confusing, the urge to kiss her was getting stronger by the minute, but the regret he could feel by doing it was overpowering.
"One night. You and me, one night, one night of you making amazing love to me. Followed by a morning of what I believe you like to call... canoodling," she told him, straddling him gently, watching him as he smiled softly at her. "You take the day off work which I am very sure I will have no problem with persuading you to do and then just having a day of doing whatever is fun. Then we'll have dinner and say goodbye thus forgetting it forever and moving on," she said kissing his lips softly and lifting his shirt over his head. She moved her mouth to his neck, sending shivers through him as her warm lips met his cool skin, he could feel the blood rushing away from his head and heading south very quickly.
"Y'know this is a very bad idea right? I mean this is not like you Potter, I mean this is like... well," Pacey said beginning to think as she kissed his throat. "Well come to think of it this is the kinda stupid stunt I would pull. The kind of casual sex agreement I would come up with and receive a very painful ear bending for from you who thinks casual sex is both immoral and stupid. Which it is, I mean one night? Like a one-night stand? That's wrong Joey, you know you are just using me to get back at him," he told her and she pulled away shaking her head.
"Y'know Pacey, I don't believe you!" Joey shouted in a whisper. Pacey climbed out of bed and stood in front of the door before she could leave. "You're right I am hurt, I am in pain but have you ever stopped to consider that maybe, just maybe this isn't a casual thing? That maybe I just want to feel the way I felt when I was with you because since we broke up I... I have had nothing as good you in my life. And just for one day I want that back, just to remember that not everything in life ends up sour," she told him, hanging his head. Pacey walked to her and entrapped her lips on a powerful kiss, marching her backwards towards the bed. It was wrong, it was going to confuse their relationship but he didn't care at that moment, all rational thought fluttered out of his head as her lips and hands roamed his body.
Emma stood above Joey who was sitting on a chair beside Pacey who was holding ice to her eye, taking it off, grimacing at it them placing it back on gently. She placed her hands on top of Pacey's and removed the ice. Pacey and Emma look at it and grimaced at the sight, her eye was almost closed, red and looked very painful. Emma looked at her and raked her fingers through the pink streaks in her hair. The bar had closed but still Joey sat on the seat nursing her head. "Joey get yourself off I'll close up for you tonight," she told her. Joey probably had a concussion; it was lucky she wasn't knocked unconscious by the force of the microphone.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine it's just a bruise, get home," she said, standing up and grabbing the broom, Pacey quickly took it from her and pushed her back onto the seat. Emma opened her mouth, but before words could produce themselves, Joey spoke, cutting her off. "Go! I'll be fine, really, it wont take long," she reassured her.
"Okay, I'll see you at home Pacey," she said, picking up her bag and walking out of the bar. There was only Pacey and Joey left in the bar now, Eddie had volunteered to drive Audrey home before he headed back to his cockroach-infested apartment. Rupert had left too, Eddie had certainly helped him with his bartending skills, he actually knew how to pour the drinks as they were ordered.
"Don't even think of getting up missy!" he told her, pointing his finger at her as he walked over to the door and turned the signs to closed. He rolled his sleeves up and began to push the large broom around the floor, sweeping all the rubbish on the floor into one place.
"Pacey you don't have to do that, it's not your job, I'll do it," Joey told him, standing up again and walking over to him, grabbing the broom from him. Pacey looked at her and rolled his eyes at her. "What?" Joey asked, pausing from her sweeping to look at him.
"I'll do that Joey, you sit down. You only have one working eye I'll have it done quicker," he said taking the broom back from her and continuing his work. He hadn't forgotten how to clean up a restaurant after closing time, however Hells Kitchen was the worst, broken bottles and glasses littered the floor.
"Well I'll do the bar then," she told him, walking over to the bar and starting to wipe it down. They stood comfortably in a silence for a few minutes, only the sound of the sweeping of the broom remained in the atmosphere. "I'm really sorry about those things Eddie said tonight Pace, he was so out of line. I mean I can't believe he said those things, they weren't true," she told him as she cleared behind the bar. Eddie had said some horrible things to Pacey, more than just about his job too, some awful things.
"Joey it's not your place to apologize for him, he's a pain in the ass. The things he said weren't really about me anyway," Pacey told her. He put the contents that he found on the floor onto a shovel and put it in the bin. He leant the broom up against the wall and walked over to the bar, sitting on a barstool, and looking at her. She dragged the cloth over the wooden surface of the bar, her watched her as she swept it rhythmically to the sound of the music on the jukebox. He loved watching her as she danced to the music without even knowing it.
"Hold on if it wasn't about you then what was it about?" Joey questioned him, looking up at him and his face. He was smiling at her, not for any reason that she could think of.
"Well, it was more to do with you, about you and I, and the fact that we're close friends," Pacey told her, grabbing her hand and stopping her from cleaning the surface. Her hands were always soft, she never did anything to make them soft, it was just one of lives mysteries but they always felt like velvet tom him.
"Well he's stupider than I first thought, I mean he's a jackass, a complete jackass," Joey said shaking her head, looking down at her hand where his still lay, and covering it with his own. Somehow Pacey had the ability to make her feel him all the way through. He had the ability to, without words, make her remember just what it was like to be with him.
"Hey I thought I was the jackass? You've replaced me?" Pacey questioned her a little offended. She threw the rag at him, hitting him in the face. "Ok that's it Potter, you do not throw things at Pacey Witter without a severe payback," Pacey said releasing his hand from hers and jumping over the bar to stand beside her. "Ok now that I'm over here I don't know what to do. I thought of doing something utterly mean but now I cant think of anything. You have rendered me dumb," Pacey told her truthfully. Stroking his goatee as he thought, and laughing slightly at his stupidity.
"I thought you were already dumb, I didn't think that was my doing," Joey told him, screaming when he wrapped his arms around her, restraining her from any movement. "You don't know what to do now that you've got me here do you?" She questioned and he shook his head, laughing lightly. "Well maybe you should think these things out before you do them," she told him. "Now you're here with nothing to do, I mean you're looking pretty stupid right now. I mean that facial, hair looks pretty stupid anyway but the fact that you're looking a little lost also adds to the allusion," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice as he let her go and she walked away from him. "Oh my god," Joey whispered as a smile crept onto her face. The last song of the night started to play on the jukebox, her smile got wider and she chuckled at it as she picked up the cloth and walked to the other side of the bar.
"What?" Pacey asked her, following her and helping her to lift the chairs onto the tables. He remembered this song, sixpence none the ritcher's version of kiss me, every time it played he thought of her. He put the last chair on the table, as most were done already, and walked over to her slowly.
"You don't remember what I remember?" Joey asked him curiously, creasing her brow at him. If he had forgotten then it would almost break her heart.
"Sure I do," Pacey told her walking to her and taking her hand in his. "If what yore thinking of is August?" he questioned and she smiled nodding her head. "Beginning of august?" he questioned and she nodded. "True love was in the harbor, all tied up, we were in Florida. That what you were thinking?" Pacey asked as he looked at her face. She looked to the floor shyly, brushing her hair behind her ear. She nodded slowly and let a small smile grace her lips. "Someone in the next boat was playing this song and I walked up to you and I, pulled you by your waist to dance with me. Which by the way was a totally romantic gesture for me, seen as I don't dance and all," Pacey told her and she looked to him. She chewed on her bottom lip as she remembered.
"Well come on Witter, we're wasting our song," she told him. He smiled and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her close to him, joining one hand with hers, and supporting her back with the other. She smiled as she placed her free hand on his shoulder and rested her head to his chest. "I'm surprised you remembered," she told him, closing her eyes. It felt good to have him close to her again, even if it was just for a moment, made her forget the bad and only remember the good.
"I couldn't forget, I remember everything about that trip, every day, every minute is embossed in my mind. It was the only time that I really felt like the person I was, that Pacey Witter, really was okay. The first time that I felt comfortable being in my own skin," he told her and she looked at him softly.
"Pacey, you don't have to be anybody but Pacey for anybody. Pacey Witter is a great - no scrap that - Pacey Witter is an amazing guy. He might let himself down, he might cheat himself but he never stops being Pacey and he never deliberately hurts a soul," Joey told him. "And..." Joey started to speak but was cut off by the jukebox clicking, the song finished and dipped the room into a silence, only the buzz of the lights remained. "And it's home time," Joey told him pulling herself away from his embrace. Feeling the coolness of the air as his arms removed themselves from her body.
"Yeah it's late," Pacey said picking up his jacket from the pool table and walking towards the door, leaning against it. "Do you want to stay at my place tonight?" Pacey asked her, watching as she switched the light off and walked towards him in the darkness.
"Why would I want to do that?" Joey asked him curiously, almost bumping into him in the twilight. She looked up at him and questioned him with her eyes.
"Audrey, she seemed a little bit dangerous tonight, maybe you should just stay at my place incase," Pacey told her, casually playing with the hair that fell down to her shoulders. He was a little worried to let her go home to her alone, when Audrey left she was in a state, half passed out but also quite violent, kicking and screaming.
"I think it'll be okay, she'll probably be asleep now anyway but thanks for the offer," she told him, pushing him out the door and standing out in the street with him locking the door. She struggled to find the keyhole in the dark, with her sore eye.
"Come here Potter," Pacey said, taking the key and locking the door, checking it was safely secured and handing the keys back to her. Joey stood beside him with her arms folded, shivering in the cold, Pacey placed the jacket over her shoulders and looked down on her as she smiled. "Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked her, touching her face. He inspected the bruise on her face; it was going to be a hell of a shiner tomorrow, even with all the ice.
"It's only a five minute walk Pacey, I can walk it I'm fine. But I'll see you later," Joey told him handing his jacket back. It was nice of him to offer but it was a walk she made almost every night.
"Then it'll only take a few minutes to drive you won't it?" Pacey offered. She smiled at him gently, giving in, it was a cold night, and she appreciated the offer. She walked with Pacey across the street and got into his car.
Pacey pulled back the covers of his bed and picked up his pillow, fluffing it between his hands. As he fluffed his pillow he heard a light rapping sound, dropping his pillow he walked over to his door and opened it, peeking out into the hall, he still heard the light rapping. He walked out of his room and ran down the spiral staircase, across the living room and to the front door. Looking through the spy hole, he saw a tall, dark- haired figure with her back to the door. He took the chains off the door and opened it, leaning against the doorframe in his pajama bottoms and tank top. Joey turned around slowly, swallowing the lump in her throat and wiping away the tears that appeared in her eyes. "Joey? What are you doing here?" Pacey questioned her curiously with worry. He stepped aside and let her walk into the apartment, looking the door back up.
"Is the offer still open?" Joey asked him and watched as he nodded slowly. After what had just happened she needed somewhere to stay and this was the only place she could think of. Her only safe haven.
"Can I get you a drink?" He asked her, and she shook her head. "What happened?" Pacey asked her curiously. She had been crying, she was still crying, something must have happened.
"I don't really want to talk about it, I just want to go to sleep if that's okay," she told him. She didn't want to go through the ordeal of explaining it to him; it would only hurt him just as much as it hurt her. She couldn't hurt Pacey in that way, it was better to keep quiet.
"Sure, come on," He told her, taking her by the hand and leading her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He went to his drawer and picked out his pajama shirt, handing it to her. "Here you can sleep in this, I'll just get some pillows and stuff and I'll be out of your hair okay?" he asked her but she grabbed his hand as he walked away.
"Stay?" she asked and he nodded, getting into bed and turning his back to her whilst she changed. He heard her clothes falling to the floor and swallowed hard lump that resided in his throat; he didn't need to imagine what was under her clothes. He remembered what she looked like underneath her clothes and often wondered if she still looked the same. He felt her body slip under the covers beside him, he turned around and leant on his elbow looking at her with curiosity. "Hold me?" she asked him. Pacey lifted his arm up and she slipped underneath it, curling her body up next to his and resting her hand on his chest. She felt him lock his arm around her and exhaled at the familiar, safe feeling that she missed.
"Are you alright?" he asked her, glancing down and swiping her hair from her face, resting it behind her ear. Her eyelashes rested against her cheeks and her breathing became almost rhythmic. He closed his eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep. It was hard with her laying on his chest, feeling her breath absorb through the material that covered his chest. He wondered why she had come, what had happened so severe she couldn't sleep in her own bed. It wasn't that he minded her being there, he liked it, he always liked having her close but still he wondered why she had come to him in the middle of the night.
Joey opened her eyes and looked up at Pacey's face. His eyes were closed, eyelashes resting against his face, his fingers stayed entwined in her hair and his chest moved under her smoothly. She looked back to his chest and breathed deeply, feeling his fingers as they moved through her hair, she opened her mouth then closed it again. She wanted tot talk to him but she didn't want to wake him. "Are you awake?" Joey whispered softly.
"Yeah," Pacey whispered softly. "You ready to talk about it?" he asked her softly and she nodded. Moving her body further up the bed so that she was face to face with him. She could see his eyes in the dark of the night, gazing down at her deeply, awaiting a explanation of why she had come to him. his eyes zoned into hers and ridded her of her fears, he had a way of doing that.
"I went into the dorm and Audrey was with Eddie," Joey told him, looking down, away from his deep questioning eyes. Pacey looked to her confused, he didn't understand. "They were together... Audrey and Eddie were having sex... they were having sex in my bed," She told him, with tears in her eyes. It had just felt like the final nail in the coffin, a brutal stab in the back. She remembered the moment she had found them; she had walked up to her door alone after Pacey had dropped her off outside her building. It had taken a few minutes to find her keys in her bag; she had passed tissues, jellybeans, lipstick, and all kinds of things before she located them in the bottom of her purse. She had walked up to the door slowly in hope that Audrey would be asleep when she got in, she wasn't ready for a drunk confrontation at that time of night. She had taken a deep breath and opened the door, slowly pushing it so as not to wake her. She need not have worried about waking her, she was most definitely not sleeping and nor was Eddie. He was lying on top of her, in her bed, thrusting into her as if his life depended on it. After standing still for a moment she had closed the door just as gently as she had opened it and walked down the corridor. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. She couldn't believe she would do that to her, she couldn't believe he would do that to her. It was then that she decided that there was only one place and one person she could turn to. She looked up at Pacey who stared at her confused; he didn't know what to say.
"Joey I'm so sorry, are you alright?" Pacey asked her inquisitively. He could see the pain in her eyes and wished he didn't have to watch her like that. She was hurt, normally he would have been hurt too, but he was too concerned right now.
"I'm fine I just... I keep thinking. How could she do that to me? How could he do that to me? And I keep thinking why does no-one care about me? Why Pacey?" She asked him, letting a tear roll slowly down her cheek.
"Joey, I care about you," He told her truthfully, so soft it was almost as if he never said the words. Catching the tear on his hand, he let it dissolve into his fingerprints slowly. She lifted her eyes to look into his and searched them.
"You really do care, I think you're the only one that truly does. You are the only man I have ever been able to rely on," she told him, moving her body so that she hovered above him. "When I think back you have always been there for me when no-body else was. Eddie doesn't care at all. Dawson was selfish, we might tiptoe around it but its true, he was selfish. I am not even going to start on my father but you..." Joey said, gently letting her fingers fall to his cheek, as he looked at her deeply.
"I hurt you, I walked away," Pacey told her sadly, shaking his head. He didn't care what she thought, he was no hero, if anything what had done to her was lower than low.
"But you came back, that's what matters and you're here again for me, just like you always have been. I never stopped loving you Pacey," she told him. He swallowed a lump in his throat and liked his lips nervously. "Sometimes I think of when we were together and I cant help but think that when I was with you, when we were together. It was the only time I felt right with anyone, the first time that I felt so connected with someone that nothing we went through could ever be too hard not to make it through. But we didn't make it through and that is one thing I regret. Sometimes I just wish that just for one night I could feel that close again. So close to you that I cant even tell who's part of who, y'know," Joey asked, moving her face closer to him, lowering her mouth to his and kissing him gently.
"Joey," Pacey mumbled, gently pushing her face away from his. "What are we doing here?" he asked her perplexed, she had just kissed him. It was no innocent kiss it was a very dangerous kiss, the kind of kiss that made him forget what was right and what was wrong.
"I'm kissing you, if you didn't notice then I'm doing something wrong," She joked lowering her lips to hers and kissing him again, deeper this time. She explored his mouth with hers, feeling his hands as they dived into her hair, just like they used to do.
"Joey, no!" Pacey said firmly, removing his face from hers and sitting up in bed. This was something he could not do. "You're hurt, you're upset and you seem to forget that where you're concerned I really lack the restraint. I can't say no," he told her. It was true, once it was started there was no way he could stop, he could never control himself around her. The urge to kiss her was stronger than he cared it to be.
"I don't want you to say no, I want you to say yes," she told him, pulling her head off the pillow and kissing his lips. Before her lips could reach his Pacey raised his hand to her mouth and covered her lips with his fingers, stopping her.
"So what are we talking about here? What is this?" Pacey questioned her. She was nothing if not confusing, the urge to kiss her was getting stronger by the minute, but the regret he could feel by doing it was overpowering.
"One night. You and me, one night, one night of you making amazing love to me. Followed by a morning of what I believe you like to call... canoodling," she told him, straddling him gently, watching him as he smiled softly at her. "You take the day off work which I am very sure I will have no problem with persuading you to do and then just having a day of doing whatever is fun. Then we'll have dinner and say goodbye thus forgetting it forever and moving on," she said kissing his lips softly and lifting his shirt over his head. She moved her mouth to his neck, sending shivers through him as her warm lips met his cool skin, he could feel the blood rushing away from his head and heading south very quickly.
"Y'know this is a very bad idea right? I mean this is not like you Potter, I mean this is like... well," Pacey said beginning to think as she kissed his throat. "Well come to think of it this is the kinda stupid stunt I would pull. The kind of casual sex agreement I would come up with and receive a very painful ear bending for from you who thinks casual sex is both immoral and stupid. Which it is, I mean one night? Like a one-night stand? That's wrong Joey, you know you are just using me to get back at him," he told her and she pulled away shaking her head.
"Y'know Pacey, I don't believe you!" Joey shouted in a whisper. Pacey climbed out of bed and stood in front of the door before she could leave. "You're right I am hurt, I am in pain but have you ever stopped to consider that maybe, just maybe this isn't a casual thing? That maybe I just want to feel the way I felt when I was with you because since we broke up I... I have had nothing as good you in my life. And just for one day I want that back, just to remember that not everything in life ends up sour," she told him, hanging his head. Pacey walked to her and entrapped her lips on a powerful kiss, marching her backwards towards the bed. It was wrong, it was going to confuse their relationship but he didn't care at that moment, all rational thought fluttered out of his head as her lips and hands roamed his body.