Description: My version of how Joey and Pacey got together set before season three.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the character's or show, just the original story line.
Crazy Love
Chapter #2
(Pacey's pov cont'd)
" Please how could you ask such a crazy question?", I dismiss with a roll of my eyes. I'm not going to answer that. Why should I? What is it to Jen or anyone else anyway? Can't a guy just tease and taunt a girl without everyone thinking it is because he has the hots for her? What is this kinder garden logic? Even if she might be onto something, I am not about to let Jen know this. I would never hear the end of it. Plus, if Joey found out? Forget it, she would laugh right in my face. The thought of having my heart torn from my chest is not an appealing one.
" Judging by the fact you just answered a question with a question? I think you might be onto something Jen. Pacey definitely has it bad for Joey Potter.", observes Andie with an amused chuckle. Oh, haha. I am so glad this humors you Andie. This is something none of them are ever going to let me live down. I am perfectly fine with this knowledge too so long as they never once breath a word to Potter herself. That is the last thing I need. Were she to find out? Fairly certain that Jo would laugh in my face.
" Look, Pace. Have you ever considered, oh I don't know maybe being nice to Joey? This is more likely to catch her attention then your usual smart ass insults.", offers Dawson much to my surprise. Got to admit, he is the last one I expected advise from. Had it on good authority that Dawson wasn't too keen on the thought of me actually showing an interest in Joey. Sort of always figured that maybe he was into her. Guess maybe that isn't the case if he is giving me tips on how to stay on Joey's good side. He could be right. How am I ever supposed to decipher whether or not I stand a chance with Jo if she hates my guts. ...Not that I care either way whether I do or not because I don't like her. ...Ah who am I kidding here? Not myself that is for sure.
" What makes you so sure I want to catch Potter's attention?", I ponder for the hell of it. By now it is obviously not a secret that I am into Joey. Deny it all I want, they all seem to know the truth. Really hoping none of them would ever breath a word of this to Joey. If I am going to pursue her, I would much rather feel her out on my own. See if maybe there could be a chance Joey is into me every bit as much as I am her. While I doubt this is the case, can't blame a guy for hoping at least. How exactly do I get on Potter's good graces though?
" Other then you have not once denied the fact you're into her? Don't worry Witter, your secret is safe with us.", assures Jack with a light slap on my back. Well, at least I don't have to worry about any of them ever saying anything to Joey. Just wish it weren't so damn obvious to everyone except Potter that I like her. If she knew, would she care? This is something that I have no clue about. If only I could find a way to get close to Jo and see if there is any chance of her being into me also. Not sure how to accomplish this though. …
(Next morning; Joey's pov)
Startled awake by the smell of bacon, I stretch out under my covers. Why does it smell of breakfast? Bessie told me she and Bodie were away for the weekend. Did they decide to come back? Why would they do a crazy thing like that? Mmm, that bacon does smell pretty amazing. Kicking the covers off of me, I climb out of bed and make my way down stairs not even bothering to change from my pajamas. Walking into the kitchen, my eyes land on none other then Pacey Witter himself," Pacey...what the hell are you doing here?"
" Morning Jo, pancakes and bacon?", offers Pacey with a smile before sliding a plate my way. Digging into them with a fork, I raise an eyebrow in his direction. What is he doing here? How the hell did he even get it? It is way too early for me to be dealing with Pacey. It was my sole intention to have a Witter free weekend. Guess that dream went down the drain. What does Pacey even want? Oh my God, these pancakes are amazing. If I didn't hate Pacey, I would love him right now. He is so lucky that I am hungry.
" Don't take this the wrong way Witter, but once again what are you doing here? How did you even get in?", I inquire while munching on a few pieces of bacon. He is the last person I expected nor even wanted to see. Pacey had me so irritated by the time I left last night, he is lucky I didn't kick the crap out of him. Not like I haven't done so before. If he didn't always insist on being such a jerk maybe I could learn to enjoy his company once in a while. Pacey does not know how to not bother me though. He makes it a point to get on my last nerve on a daily basis.
" Dawson wants me to start being more nice to you. Plus, I know where your hide a key is Potter.", admits Pacey before pouring the both of us a glass of orange juice. This is all Dawson's doing? Should have known. He has only been on Pacey and I to try getting along more these last few weeks. Sometimes I hate him. Since when does Pacey ever listen to Dawson anyway? He never has before. Something is telling me to be wary. There is a chance Witter's kindness could come with ulterior motives. It is way too early to be wondering what it is that he is up to. I should still be asleep under my warm blanket and yet I am not.
Taking a sip from my orange juice, I poke at the last of my pancakes," Should have know Dawson would be behind this."
Placing my plate in the sink, Pacey rinses it off," I'll leave if you want Jo."
" No, it's fine Pace. Much as I would rather not be up this early, too late now.", I relent with a sleepy yawn before rubbing at my eyes. Truth is, I did not plan to get out of bed at all today. Bess has been working me to the bone everything at the Ice House. I come home exhausted and fall into a coma once my head hits the pillow. Hell, if I hadn't smelled bacon, I would still be asleep right now. Leave it to Pacey to know exactly how to wake me up in the mornings. Since when does Dawson care if the two of us get along?
" Joey, it's almost ten o'clock.", observes Pacey with an amused laugh and shake of his head. Please, I know what time it is. Considering that I couldn't fall asleep until almost a little before three in the morning, ten is early. To be honest, I wouldn't mind climbing back under the covers and falling back asleep. Something tells me that Pacey is not about to go anywhere anytime soon though. Guess there could be worse things then spending time with Witter. At least he isn't being an annoying jerk. Then again the day is still young.
(Pacey's pov)
" I know what time it is Witter. ...Why do you keep staring at me like that?", questions Joey with a frown taking over her features. Could she really blame me right now? It is difficult not to stare at Joey. This girl is absolutely beautiful. What guy with eyes wouldn't check her out? Guess I could try to make it a bit less obvious though. Does Potter have any clue how attractive she is? Lately I have found myself looking for just about any reason to be around her. Hell, last night I offered to drive her home. This is something I never do. Not sure when it happened, but at some point Jo became more then the girl across the creek that I couldn't help but tease.
" It's difficult not to when you're wearing my shirt Potter.", I acknowledge in a gruff manner. Damn, she looks better in it then I ever could. Dawson and the others were right, I am into Jo. What the hell am I supposed to do? There is no way she would ever want to be with a guy like me. Why would she? Joey could take her pick of just about any guy in Capeside. Here I am playing nice hoping that she could ever notice me and something more then the guy she despises on a daily basis. The only thing I have going for me is the fact Jo has yet to send me packing.
" What are you talking about? I stole this from Dawson, it's not yours.", argues Joey while hugging herself lightly. No, no that is definitely my shirt. Since when is Dawson into hockey? Last I checked, never. Left it over at his house last year and have not seen it since. Wonder how long Potter has had it for? Not that I mind or anything. Did not think it was possible for Jo to look anymore attractive then she already is. I stand mistaken though clearly. What I would give to be the one she's holding right now instead of that shirt. These thoughts have really got to stop entering my head.
" Actually, it is. Left it at Dawson's last year, have not seen it since.", I confide with a mere shrug of my shoulders. Potter can keep it, I don't care. Looks better on her then it ever would me. Plus, it's sort of nice to see Jo wearing something of mine. If only there were a way for me to find out if she could ever be into me like I am her. It is not as though I could just come right out and ask Joey. With my luck she would laugh in my face. Lately any reason I could think of, I have been using to spend time with her. I like her, but I don't her to know because I'm afraid of her reaction.
" Does that mean you want it back?", asks Joey in a disappointed manner. Huh, she actually wants to keep it? Thought once she realized the shirt belonged to me she would toss it aside like yesterdays trash. Guess Jo has taken a liking to my old worn out jersey. That was my favorite one too, by the looks of it seem like it might me Joey's too. If it means that much to her, guess letting her keep it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Who am I kidding, I was never asking for the shirt back in the first place.
" Nah, you could keep it Potter.", I offer with a smile. Helping Joey do the dishes that I dirtied, I dry them off one by one. Maybe the others were right, if I want Joey to warm up to me being less of a jerk would be helpful. Much as I might love pushing her buttons, and riling Joey up it's not helping my case. Somehow I need to show her that I can be more then the guy who trades insults with her. Could she ever see me the way I see her though? This is the question that has been keeping me up at night.
" Serious? ...Thanks Witter.", acknowledges Joey before leaning up to kiss my cheek. I tense up immediately when I feel her lips on the side of my jaw. This is something I did not expect anytime soon or well...ever. Potter just kissed me. Fine so it may have been on the cheek but it was still a kiss. One I was most definitely not expecting. This girl is always throwing me curve balls. Just when I think that I have Jo figured out, she does something like this? Not once has she ever kissed me on the cheek before. I am not sure how to even react.