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 #18
(Bessie's pov)
"You're sure that you don't mind closing by yourself tonight Joe?", I question one last time as I take off my apron. Joey has been working since two this afternoon, I feel bad just leaving her like this. She says that she doesn't mind closing alone. I want to believe her too, but I can't help feeling the slightest bit guilty.
"Once again, I will be fine Bess. You have been here since we opened, go home. I can clean up.", reassures Joey yet again for the umpteenth time. She really wants me out of here already doesn't she? Alright, alright, I'm going. No need to rush me little sis, I know when to leave and keep my mouth shut.
"You're the best Joe, I mean it.", I exclaim with a sigh of relief before pulling her into a hug. This in turn causes Joey to laugh and squirm around. Letting go of her finally, I place a kiss on Joey's forehead. I lucked out with her, I swear. How did I get so fortunate as to raise such a good little sister as Joey?
"Blah, blah, blah. Go home Bessie, your hormonal outbursts are giving me whiplash.", jokes Joey with a smirk and a chuckle. Oh, ha ha. Very funny Joey. Isn't she just such the comedian over here? What? Even Bodie is laughing with her? Ooh, he is so dead when we get home. These two can chuckle all they want, we'll see who is laughing when there is nothing in the house to eat com Saturday.
Grinning to himself, Bodie whispers into Joey's ear," Joe, what did I tell you about poking the bear?"
With a roll of her eyes, Joey mumbles in reply," You told me not to. Bodie, isn't there a pill that will make the bear less cranky though?"
"I wish there was Joe, I wish there was.", assures Bodie with a light hug. Oh, come on. Am I really that bad that they have to give me a nickname? Bear? Seriously? Those two couldn't think of a clever code name to use when referring to me? Like I'm not going to figure out that they are talking about me?
"Yeah, you and me both.", mutters Joey before getting back to work once more. Hey, watch your tone little sister or your not going to have tomorrow night off. Keep on with the jokes and I will make sure that you work through the long weekend, Joe. Its nice to at least see Joey smile for once. She has sort of been in a mood lately. Whenever I ask Joey what is wrong, she just changes the subject.
"Uh, the 'bear' can hear you both. You would be cranky too if you had a seven pound bowling ball pressed against your uterus Joey.", I inform with an arched eyebrow. Fine, so I sometimes have mood swings, give me a break. I'm seven months pregnant. This mean that I have a whole two months before this thing comes out of me. My backs killing me, my feet are swollen and the baby won't stop kicking. If Joey were in my shoes she would be bitchy too.
"And on that note we're leaving, thanks again for closing. Bye Joey, see you at home.", calls Bodie over his shoulder before gently grabbing my arm and steering the both of us toward the door. Ugh, thank god. I'm. I can't wait to get home and relax for a little bit before eating dinner and going to bed. Joey will be fine, she has closed on her own plenty of times before. I'm not worried about her one bit. Besides Pacey has been stake out the Ice House for the last hour or so, my guess is that he wants to talk with Joey alone. Maybe he can get her to confide in him about what is bothering her, I sure can't. …(End Bessie's pov)
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 #19
(Pacey's pov)
"…..Hey Potter.", I greet with a nervous smile as I walk into the Ice House. It's a risky move, I know. I couldn't help myself though, I had to come and see Joey. If I didn't it was going to drive me crazy, we haven't spoken in nearly a week. It might sound crazy, but I found myself beginning to miss Joey. Besides with luck, maybe she has cooled down a little.
"We're closed.", answers Joey in a cold manner, not even bothering to look up at or acknowledge me. Ouch. That was more than a little painful. With those two words Joey made it perfectly clear that she's still angry with me and doesn't want me here. Maybe it was stupid of me to come here. Joey doesn't want to talk with me. From what I can tell, she hates me.
"I know, thought that you might want some help. …..Come on, Joe. At least talk to me. Yell, scream, throw stuff, hit me…..something.", I plead eagerly before taking a desperate step towards her. Joey ignoring me the way that she is, it's absolute torture. Why won't she give me at least some kind of a reaction? I need to know what is going on in her head dammit.
Continuing to wipe down the tables, Joey doesn't bother to stop working," I don't need any help from the likes of you, Witter. What exactly do you want from me, Pace?"
Following Joey around the Ice House, I help put up chairs," I don't know…..a reaction would be nice Potter."
"Fine, I'm confused. Happy now Pacey?", mutters Joey with frustration as she pauses briefly to glare up at me. Staring into her eyes, I not only see confusion but hurt, insecurities, vulnerability, and tiredness. Not knowing what to say or do, I lower my gaze from Joey's to that of my hands. What am I supposed to do? I have no words to comfort her. All I want to do is make things better, but I don't know how.
"Well, why are you confused?", I finally decide to venture. It's a stupid question, I know. But there could be a lot of reasons Joey is confused over the fact that I kissed her the way that I did. Of those many reasons, some are good and some are bad. I need to know which ones are the reasons for Joey's complete and utter bafflement before I can decipher my next move.
"It's not obvious? Because you kissed me! …Why did you kiss me Pacey?", whispers Joey after exploding on me. Startled by her question, my breath catches in my throat. As Joey's eyes meet mine once more, I open my mouth to respond only to find I'm unable to vocalize any words. Shutting my mouth just as quickly, I sigh to myself in agitation. I really should have thought things over more before I decided to come see Joey. I have no idea what I am supposed to say or do right now. I know why I kissed Joey. I'm just not sure if I should tell the truth or lie. ….(End Pacey's pov)