Description: this is a story I have been working on for a while. This is my second Dawson's Creek story. I'll writing this as well as Conflicted Love on here now.

Disclaimer: I may not own the characters but this story is original and from my imagination.

Author's note: this is my first try at a Dawson's creek story, be nice to me please. This is a Pacey/Joey fic, my version of how they got together. Enjoy and review thanks

Chapter #5

(Joey's pov)

" Pacey, I asked you to help me watch Alexander.", I complain as I search the kitchen for a bottle for Alexander. Coming up empty, I look in the cabinets for a clean one to make him one. I'm slowly developing a head ache no thanks to Pacey and my little devil of a nephew. What is Pacey doing in there with him? Between the two of them they're both making an incredible amount of noise and its really annoying.

" I am Joey, we're playing.", calls Pacey from the living room as the two of them bang on what sounds like a pot. You're playing? That is not playing Pacey. All your doing is driving me crazy. If you want to live to see the light of tomorrow than I suggest you take whatever it is that Alexander has away from him and try playing a quieter game with him.

" Then why is he banging that pot with a wooden spoon?", I ask with a frown making its way across my features. Of all the thing to give Alexander, Pacey chose to let him play with a pot and wooden spoon. What the hell was he thinking? Oh, I know exactly what he was thinking. What is the quickest way I can annoy the hell out of Joey? Well congratulations Pace, you chose wisely and have thus far succeeded.

" Because he's a drummer in a rock and roll band.", joke Pacey with an amused smile on his face. Leave it to Pacey to make wise cracks at a time like this. You know, if I thought for a second that I could handle watching Alexander by myself then I would gladly ask Pacey to leave. Unfortunately I can't so here I am stuck with Pacey Witter on a Friday night annoying me to no end. It truly is the one thing that he does best.

Heating up a bottle of milk for Alexander, I frown in agitation," Couldn't you find something quiet to do with him, Pacey? Please."

Taking the pot and spoon from Alexander, I pick him up," Like what Joe?"

" I don't know, what about hide and seek?", I suggest while waiting for the microwave to go off so I can take Alexander's bottle out and let it cool down. Sometimes I wonder if Alexander knows what he's doing. For a one year old he's really smart for his age. He certainly knows how to press my buttons. He's exactly like Pacey in that way. They both know what to do to aggravate me without even having to try.

" Joey, he's only one.", reminds Pacey before picking up Alexander and rocking him in his arms. Wow, Pacey is really good with him. I have never seen Alexander become so attached to someone like he has with Pacey. All he has to do is just pick him up and he'll stop fussing and crying. Whenever I pick up Alexander all he does is cry and yell louder.

" Fine, just no more banging pot, please?", I beg with a tired look in my eyes. Walking over toward Pacey, I hand him Alexander's bottle. Smiling when he give the bottle to him, I watch as Alexander quickly drinks down the warm milk. Poor little guy must have really been thirsty. I have never seen him finish a bottle that quickly. If he's that thirsty I'll bet he's even more hungry.

" I could live with that, Joe. How about air planes? Alexander loves that game.", comments Pacey before holding Alexander sideways in his arms. Laughing as Pacey flies him around the entire house, I try not to roll my eyes. Now I know why Pacey is Alexander's favorite person. Look at the two of them? Pacey is as much of a kid as Alexander is. He's going to make a great father someday.

Watching Pacey as he spins around with Alexander in his arms, I can't help but smile," He really likes you, Pace. Look at him."

Stopping when there's a knock on the door, Pacey peeks out the window," Pizza guys here Joe."

" I'll be there in a second Pacey, I have to get the money.", I call before running into the kitchen to find the money that Bessie left for me. Rushing back into the living room I stop in my tracks when I find Pacey's already paid the pizza guy. What is he doing? He doesn't have to pay for anything, he's helping me out not the other way around.

" I got it Joe, don't worry.", offers Pacey with a smile before moving so I can grab the pizzas from the delivery guy. I don't get Pacey sometimes. I ask him to help me babysit on a Friday night and he agrees with no complaints or arguments. Now he is paying for my dinner when he doesn't have to do so? What has gotten into him lately?

" You don't have to do that Pacey, but thanks. That was really nice of you.", I confide before walking into the living room with the boxes of pizza in my arms. Placing them onto the table, I walk into the kitchen and grab plates, a fork and knife. If Alexander is going to have pizza for dinner too, I'm cutting up his slice. Last time when I didn't he made a huge mess all over with it.

Placing Alexander in his high chair, Pacey helps me cut a slice into bite size pieces for him," I wanted to Joey, relax. Don't mention it, sit down and eat. I'll feed the little guy."

Pouring soda for both Pacey and myself, I grab a slice of pizza and place it on my plate," Thanks Pacey, I really owe you for agreeing to help me babysit him tonight. You're the best.", I confide with a grateful smile on my face. Making a plate for Pacey as well, I set it down in front of him. Pacey has been real helpful tonight. I'm really glad that he decided to come over and help me. If he didn't I would probably be going insane on my own with Alexander right about now. ….(End Joey's pov)