Description: this is a story I have been working on for a while. This is my fifth Dawson's Creek story. I'll writing this as well as Conflicted Love, Love Unrequited, Unlikely Pair and Clueless Affection 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 seventh 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 and it is set in season one. Wanted to switch things up for a change and try something different. Enjoy and review thanks

Chapter #3

(Pacey's pov)

"Hey Pacey, have you seen Joey around?", calls Dawson as he runs up behind me. Have I seen Joey around? Umm, no. can't say that I have. Why would I give a damn where Joey is? My guess, there is probably someone better that Dawson could ask about Potter's where abouts than me. Joey and I don't get along too well. I could care less where she is.

"You're asking me? Dawson, come on. You of all people should know Joey and I aren't exactly the closest of friends.", I remind as though it weren't already obvious. To say that Joey and I don't play nicely together would be a severe understatement. The two of us can't even be in the same room for five minutes before we start throwing jabs at one another.

"Yeah, I know. We were supposed to have a movie night but she totally ditched me, Pace.", complains Dawson in a sullen tone. Hmm, let me take a guess as to why Joey bailed out on you? It couldn't possibly have anything to do with a certain blonde haired neighbor girl could it? Ding, ding, ding! We have a correct answer. Dawson might have taken a real like to little Miss New York, but Joey definitely hasn't.

"Yeah, well that really sucks.", I mutter in disinterest. What did he expect? My guess is, Dawson invited perky boobs to movie night and Joey wasn't too fond of the idea. He is my best friend, but I swear Dawson is too clueless for his own good sometimes. It's obvious that Joey has been feeling more than a little bit left out ever since Jen came to town. Dawson all but ignores Joey whenever she's around. If I didn't despise Potter so much, I might actually feel sorry for her.

Taking notice of my bruised eye, Dawson gasps at the sight," Damn, Pace. What happened?"

Touching my freshly wounded face, I wince in pain," This would be courtesy of Mrs. Jacob's boyfriend."

"Oh, ouch, that looks like it hurts. Have you ever considered, oh I don't know, dating a girl your own age?", observes Dawson as he examines my battered jaw. Uh, yeah, I would say that it does. In all honesty, it hurts like hell. This is going to swell up pretty bad if I don't get home and put ice on it and quick. Guess I learned my lesson the hard way. Then again this is what I get for attempting to pursue a woman half my age. Haha, Dawson. Date a girl my own age? Please. No girl our age is interested in a guy like me. Not all of us are fortunate enough to have pretty New York girls fall into our laps.

"News flash Dawson, no girl my age likes me.", I deadpan in a flat tone. I have tried getting girl my own age. None of them are interested in me though. They all want jocks, smart guys or in Dawson's case, film geeks. If I knew a girl my age that liked me, I would gladly pursue her. Sadly enough, I don't though. ….(End Pacey's pov)