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 fifth 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 #6

(Joey's pov)

"What the hell are you doing here Witter?", I snap with a scowl when I emerge from the kitchen and find none other than Pacey Witter sitting at an empty table. Great, perfect. As if my night couldn't have gotten any worse? Why is Pacey here? We're closed. If he came here to annoy me, than he can just leave. The last thing I need right now is Pacey getting on my last nerve.

"Down Coojo, I'm just here for a soda and fries.", mutters Pacey in reply. Ha good luck with that Pace. The kitchen is officially closed for the night. I am not about to go turn the fryer back on just because you have a hankering for French fries. Not going to happen. I'm out of here as soon as I wipe down the counters, count out my tips, and then sweep and mop the floors.

"Too late, I already closed down the fryer. Bye Pacey.", I notify in a dismissive tone as I point my finger towards the door. Frustrated when Pacey doesn't leave, I decide to instead ignore him and continue wiping down the counters. Sighing once I notice him start helping me out by putting up chairs, I only shake my head. I don't know what Pacey is up to but I do know that he is treading on thin ice. If he so much as cracks one wise comment my way, I will personally toss him out.

"Couldn't I at least get a soda? …..What is your malfunction Potter? Why are you so grumpy?", questions Pacey in what I am to assume was his lame attempt at casual conversation? What is my malfunction? Currently, it's you Pacey. I don't like you, I have made this knowledge perfectly clear. Yet here you are bothering me once more with your presence and pointless questions. Why can't Pacey for once just take a hint and get lost?

Grabbing a glass, I fill it up with ice and cola," Happy now? Leave me alone Witter."

Taking a sip from is drink, Pacey watches me as I count out my tips," If you want me to go Joe, I will."

"No, it's fine, I'm sorry Pacey. Bessie's hormonal mood swings are really giving me whiplash.", I confess as a sudden rush of guilt overtakes me. Maybe I am being slightly harsh on Pacey. He is only trying to be nice to me after all. I don't have any real reason to treat him as coldly as I have been. Truth is, I'm just tired and cranky is all.

"That woman is a ticking time bomb, Joe.", teases Pacey with his trademark smile. How is it that he knows exactly what to say to make me chuckle. No one else has that ability, only Pacey. It is actually one of the few things that I like about him. Since I have known Pacey, he has never had trouble getting me to laugh or smirk when I'm in the worst of moods. It must be a gift of his…(End Joey's pov)