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 #7

(Joey's pov)

Placing my plate in the sink, I frown to myself," Fine, whatever Pace."

Helping me with the dishes, Pacey dries some plates," What do you see in that guy?"

" Why do you care Pace?", I ask with annoyance in my tone. If he doesn't like AJ that's one thing. But why is he still bringing him up in conversation. He knows that his questions and comments are irritating me. Yet here he is, asking things that are none of his business. If I didn't know any better I would think Pacey was fishing for a reason to get kicked out by me so he wouldn't have to help babysit anymore tonight.

" I don't, I'm just curious Joe.", confides Pacey as he puts the dried dishes back into the cabinets. He's curious? That's his excuse for asking me a million questions about AJ? What exactly does he have to be curious about? I shouldn't have to list the reason that I like AJ. Least of all to Pacey of all people. Its really none of his business what I see in AJ.

" I like him because he has the same interests as me, he's funny, smart and cute.", I acknowledge with the hints of a smile showing on my face. Pacey must have caught it because he's now frowning to himself and rolling his eyes. What is his problem? So I like this guy AJ, big deal. Why does Pacey seem to care so much? If anything you would think that he would be happy for me. I finally found someone who I enjoy spending time with and makes me smile again. Someone whose helping me get over Dawson more and more each day.

" That's all he has going for him?", questions Pacey in sarcasm before once again rolling his eyes. Oooh, you had better watch it Witter. You're treading on thin ice right now. One more wise crack and you're going right through the kitchen table. Think that I'm kidding? Test me, I dare you Pace. If he were smart he would change the subject and quick, he's just stepped on my last nerve.

Not liking where this conversation is going, I fold my arms across my chest," Hows about we change the subject Pace?"

Watching as I pick up Alexander, Pacey follows me into the living room," Are you going to give the little guy a bath? He has pizza sauce all over him."

" Yeah, he's not the only one. Thanks a lot Alexander.", I mumble as I wipe his hands and face down with a cloth. Sometimes I forget how messy Alexander can be when it comes to pizza. Or...well pretty much any kind of food come to think of it. He is one messy, sticky little boy. He's too adorable to be mad at though. Look at the little devil, laughing and smiling as if he's done nothing wrong. Bessie's lucky to have a son like him, he's so good except for when he wants something he's not supposed to have.

" You want to wash up? I'll clean Alexander.", offers Pacey before taking Alexander from my arms. Wow, just when I think that Pacey is a complete jerk he once again goes and proves me wrong. He would really give Alexander a bath just so that I could wash up myself? That was really nice of him to offer to do that for me. Maybe I won't kick Pacey out after all, he really has proven helpful lately.

" Yeah, ok. Thanks Pace.", I smile in relief before making my way upstairs to my room. Rummaging through my closet I find a pair of pajamas to slip into after I wash up. Grabbing a clean towel from the hallway closet, I make my way towards the bathroom. Locking the door behind, I start the tub for a nice hot bath. I deserve one after all. Besides, Pacey will have no problem taking care of Alexander for the next half hour. He's good at keeping the little guy occupied thankfully. ...(End Joey's pov)