Description: this is a story I have been working on for a while. This is my first Dawson's Creek story so take it easy on me, I'm rusty on my characters.

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 #15

(Pacey's pov)

" What are you doing Joe?", I question when I walk in the tent and find her pulling a night shirt over her head with her back to me. She's going to bed already? Why? It's only nine thirty. Maybe she just doesn't want to be bothered by anyone else anymore. Can't really say that I blame her. Between Jen and Dawson they've both been sticking their damn noses where they don't belong. Joey's probably as tired as I am of the two of them.

" I'm going to sleep, Pace.", mumbles Joey before grabbing her pillow and blanket and setting them down on the far side of the tent. I already knew that. I just don't know why. Where is Joey's sleeping bag? That's not all she's sleeping with tonight is it? She's going to get cold real quick if it is. That blanket is old and worn out. Joey can't possibly think that's going to keep her warm.

" Wheres your sleeping bag Joe?", I inquire before kicking out of my socks and shoes. Seems like maybe Joey has the right idea after all. I'm going to bed as well. It sure beats the hell out of Jen and now apparently Jack both asking me if I'm alright and if I want to talk about what happened with Joey earlier. Those two are relentless. Can't they just let a guy sulk in peace for once? That's not asking too much.

" I don't have one. I'm fine Pace. I'm not cold and I just want to go to sleep, good night Pacey.", assures Joey as she combs out her hair with a tired sigh. Staring at Joey's back, all I can do is shake my head. Why does Joey always insist on being so damn stubborn? She knows that she is going to get cold. She doesn't even care though. I can see her starting to get goose bumps on her arms as we speak. Why can't she just listen to me for once? It wouldn't kill her to do that.

Watching Joey as she lays down, I pull off my t-shirt and toss it aside," I'm not going to let you freeze. Take mine Joe, please."

Wrapping her blanket around herself, Joey closes her eyes as she shivers," Once again, I'm fine Pacey."

" Fine, whatever. Have it your way Potter.", I respond in a gruff tone before laying down in my own spot. Wriggling into my sleeping bag, I stare up at the top of the tent. I'm not even sure why I bother anymore. Joey tossed me aside. She doesn't want me the way I want her. She made that pretty damn clear earlier on the drive up here. Why should I give a damn if she freezes? Its because I still care about her...dammit!

"...I'm sorry Pacey.", mutters Joey in and almost inaudible voice. She's sorry? For what? Well, I'm pretty sure that I know what for. But I don't get it. Why would Joey apologize to me? Maybe she regrets what she did. Maybe's she's sorry about the way she hurt me. Maybe I should just shut up and let her talk before I going driving myself crazy with all the possibilities of what she could be talking about.

Laying on my side now, I stare at Joey's back," For what Joe?"

Biting down on her bottom lip, Joey glances over at me," For kissing you back that night Pace, I shouldn't have done that." ….(End Pacey's pov)