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 #3

(Joey's pov)

" Out of curiosity, what was that for Potter?", ponders Pacey while touching a hand to his face. Biting down on my bottom lip, I only shrug my shoulders. It was only a harmless peck on the cheek, why does it have to be for anything? For once Pacey wasn't a complete tool and I thought it was nice of him too let me keep this shirt. Secretly, it is my favorite night shirt. I only wear it to bed every night. Should have figured that it was Pacey's, why would Dawson have a hockey jersey? He is not into hockey.

" Just because Pace. So since your here, does that mean I am stuck with you today?", I tease playfully while nudging Pacey's side. Chuckling when he returns the gesture, I splash some dish water at him. We might not always see eye to eye let alone get along, but Pacey isn't the worst company a girl could ask for. Sometimes it is nice to have him around, when we're not constantly at one anothers throats arguing. Some days it takes all that I have not to strangle Witter. Other days? I am really thankful to have him around. A few years back when my mother had passed, Pacey was with me when I got the news. It was the worst day ever and I spent the better half of it bawling my eyes out into his shirt collar. Not once did Pacey complain either, he sort of just...held me. Pacey can be great like that sometimes. Much as I pretend to loath and despise him? Witter is actually a pretty dependable guy.

" Not exactly, I have somewhere to be Jo.", relents Pacey before leaning against the counter. He is leaving already? Thought for sure he would try to find a reason to stick around and pester me. Where could Pacey possibly have to go? Not that I care or anything. It is sort of boring here all alone though. Passing time with Pacey could be fun though. Wonder what he is up to and if he'll mind my tagging along. Not as though I have anything else to do today besides laundry and picking up whatever I decide to have for dinner.

" Your leaving then?", I question with an arched eyebrow. What am I supposed to do all day? Hanging out with Dawson was not on my agenda. I can only take so much of his Spielberg binge on movies. Whatever Pacey has planned has to be better then spending an entire day here doing nothing. Maybe if I play my cards right he will let me tag along. Normally spending the day with Witter is that last thing I would want to do but I am running out of options here. Beside sometimes Pacey and I are able to put our hate for one another aside and have a fun time together.

" Did you want me to stay Jo?", wonders Pacey with a look of confusion taking over his features. Biting down on my bottom lip, I lean against the counter beside him. Something tells me that if I answer yes I could live to regret it. Pacey has a habit of getting on my last nerve in record time. Then again what else do I really have planned? Guess as long as he doesn't annoy me too much I wouldn't mind his company. Wonder what he has to do anyway? I know he is not going to work. Pacey rarely shows up at work, he is usually too busy bothering me at the Ice House.

Disappearing to my room briefly to change, I tie my hair into a loose ponytail," Normally I would say no, but I have nothing else to do. Think maybe I could tag along Witter?"

Grabbing two paint brushes from my art supply box, Pacey tosses one to me," If you want, but you're going to need one of these Potter."

" What for?", I ask while eying him suspiciously. What did I just sign myself up for? Had I known there would be work involved I would have opted out stayed home. Not exactly sure what I just got myself into here. Whatever anything is better then sitting around with nothing to do all day. Following Pacey outside, I lock the door behind us. Climbing into the passenger side of Pacey's jeep, I wait for him to do the same. Not sure where we are going or what we are doing but I am just glad to be out of the house right now.

" Here is the thing Jo, I bought this boat and have been fixing it up. Still have a bit of work to do and since you have nothing else to do, you're going to help me out.", explains Pacey before starting up his jeep. We drive down the drive way from my house. Did I just hear him correctly? Pacey owns a boat? Since when? Who in their right mind would ever sell him a boat? He seriously expects me to help him sand and paint it? What is in it for me if I agree to? This was definitely not part of my weekend plans.

" Do I get a choice in the matter?", I inquire with a defeated sigh. Something tells me that I don't. Not that I mind all that much. Not like I had anything else planned for today. Wonder where in the world Pacey ever came across a boat to buy? What does he plan on doing once it is all fixed up? Is this boat even seaworthy? Guess I will find out soon enough. Besides, if it gets too hot I could always jump into the creek for a swim. Right now that sounds like a tempting idea considering how sweltering it is outside. Sad part is it's not even noon time.

" Not exactly no. But if you help? I will pay for dinner Potter.", offers Pacey with a smile as we pull into a boat yard. Oh, he said the magic words. Free food? Count me in. Guess slaving away on a boat for a few hours is worth it if I won't have to buy my own dinner tonight. Who knows maybe spending time with Pacey won't be so bad. Once in a while we get along without tossing insults at each other. Whoa, is that his boat? Wonder how he was able to afford this? That boat is beautiful! How is it seriously Pacey's though?

" Count me in then Witter.", I agree before climbing aboard the boat with him. Wow, this is a nice boat. Wonder how Pacey came across it. Did he get it from a police auction? That is the only explanation that I could think of. Deciding to take a look around, I climb below deck. Cool, this cabin is nice! It has a tiny kitchen, bathroom and even a place to sleep? Wonder if when he is finished working on it if Pacey plans to go sailing? This is a real nice set up that he has. I might actually be jealous of Witter right now. This boat is pretty amazing.

(Pacey's pov)

Shaking my head with an amused laugh, I follow Joey below deck," Thought that would catch your attention."

Sitting down on a cot, Joey glances around her," Pace, this boat is amazing. Have you thought of a name for it?"

" I was considering naming her True Love.", I admit before glancing down at the ground. Joey doesn't need to know the name is in reference to her. Doubt there is even the slightest chance she could ever feel the same about me. I am not even sure when I fell for her to be honest. There just came a point where Joey was no longer the annoying girl who lived across the creek. Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself searching reasons to be around her. Sometimes I would purposely pick an argument with Jo just to see her get all fired up with raged. At one point I started showing up at the Ice House when I knew that she would be working. It got to the point where Bessie hired me as a waiter and dish washer. Much as I claim to hate Potter, it couldn't be further from the truth. Apparently everyone has figured this out besides clueless Josephine.

" Sort of an odd name for a boat, don't you think Witter? ...So, who is the girl?", pries Joey once curiosity gets the best of her. This question startles me. Am I actually expected to answer? One glance at Joey tells me that I am. What am I supposed to even say? The truth is not an option. If Jo knew how I felt about her, who is to say she wouldn't completely laugh in my face? I am not exactly a guy Joey would ever go for. Why would she? Potter is breath taking and I am well...me. Not in this life time would the two of us ever date.

" Why does there have to be a girl Potter?", I counter while folding my arms across my chest. This has to be quite possibly to stupidest question I could ever ask. Obviously there is a girl. Why the hell else would I name my boat True Love? What is it to Joey anyway? What reason could she have for caring if there is a girl or not? It is not as though she is the least bit interested in me. Maybe bringing Jo here wasn't my brightest idea. She is asking questions that I am not willing to cough up an answer to.

" There doesn't I just figured maybe there was Witter. ...Is it Andie?", guesses Joey much to my disliking. Great now she is going to rattle off guesses until I give her a name? Yeah, bringing Jo here was a bad idea. Why in the world would it be Andie? She and I went on exactly one dated, it did not end well and we haven't gone on another since. All I wanted was a little help painting my boat and now I am being subjected to an interrogation by the very girl I actually named the boat after? This would be my luck wouldn't it. …