The Longest… 11/?
Summary: Set after the episode 'The Longest Day'
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Rating: R
-break-
The knock on the door the following day made Pacey cringe, the three women were just not gonna give up.
Pulling in a calming breath he walked to the front door, opening it with a flourish, ready to give them hell. He stopped, coming face to face with his sister, a stern expression on her face. "We need to talk."
"Where's the rest of the Angels?" He muttered sarcastically, stepping back into the house like he had the previous day, heading to the kitchen.
"There back at the hotel waiting for your temper to subside." Gretchen barked stepping in behind Pacey, her arms crossing across her chest.
"Well then they will be there a while." Pacey mumbled smartly shoving a chip from the bag he left out, into his mouth, raining a shower of crumbs down the wifebeater he wore.
"What the hell is the matter with you?"
"Sorry…I don't like being castoff by the woman I love."
"Ahh." Gretchen nodded, watching Pacey throw his plate into the sink, stalking around her. "She loves you; you know."
"Really?" The sarcastic tone was back, his eyes rolling as he plopped on the couch. "She has a funny way of showing it."
"Oh, would you stop with this self-deprecating bullshit. Talk to her so you can get past this."
"So what?" He hissed crossing his arms across his chest. "In six months, she can throw me to the wind when Dawson wants her back."
"I can't answer that…but she can."
He was quiet for a few minutes before relenting. "Fine. I'll be working on the Ford that's on the side of the house tomorrow. She can talk to me there."
"Working on cars…interesting new development." Gretchen grinned, squeezing his leg before turning around and leaving the house.
-break-
He was in the middle of changing the air filter on the old beat-up Ford Mr. Krudski used on weekends when she arrived. He knew she was there, but he wasn't about to acknowledge her. The ball was in her court.
Placing the flathead screwdriver on the workbench she gently cleared her throat. "Pace?"
"She speaks." He muttered just under his breath but loud enough she could hear, he looked at her expectantly.
Joey rolled her eyes at his words but took a step forward, her fingers playing in her palm. "Pacey I'm sorry for everything…"
"Why did you turn around…or grab my hand at Gwen's? When you knew you'd jump back in Dawson's arms?" His tone went from questioning to accusatory, his nostrils flaring.
Joey's eyes widened in shock, stuttering. "I didn't jump into Dawson's arms."
"Within a week of my leaving you and Dawson were trying again." Pacey countered her protest, glaring at her pointedly. "Will told me."
"I did that…so Dawson…"
"So, Dawson…for Dawson…to Dawson…" Pacey rambled snatching the socket wrench from the workbench and leaning over the Ford, tightening the loosened fan belts. "I know our friendship growing up was tumultuous…but I never thought you'd throw my feelings in my face…let alone for Dawson."
Tears streamed down Joey's cheeks with his words, the realization that she hurt him…deeply, hitting her full force. "I'm sorry I didn't take your feelings into account…"
"You never have…unless I dealt a blow to your precious Dawson."
"Would you stop talking about Dawson." Joey growled in frustration taking a step closer.
"Why you never seem to?" Pacey retorted with a growl of his own, throwing the socket wrench on the bench. "Are we done here?"
Her heart broke with the thought that they could never resolve this when another thought hit. "No…you made me a promise."
Licking his lips, Pacey's eye quirked. "Promise?"
Hope filled her heart when the anger dropped from his voice. "Yeah, you promised me that when the True Love was complete that you would take me sailing."
Pacey's eyes shut in remembrance. He had promised her, in his own selfish hopes of getting alone time with her. "I did."
"Will you?"
Opening his eyes he found hers hopeful and his heart clenched. "Fine. I'll see you at the dock on Friday. I can always come back after that."
Her heart took a hit at that, her eyes dropping to the concrete. Today was Wednesday so they both had a day and a half to get there. "Ok. See you Friday." She offered him a soft side smile before backing up and heading back to Gretchen's car.
As soon as she slipped in the car, Jen pounced, Gretchen's eyes on her in the rearview mirror. "What happened? Are you guys, ok?"
Joey buckled herself in her eyes settling on the two women in the front seat. "We hit a wall but then I reminded him of his promise."
"Promise?" Gretchen chuckled in question turning around in the driver's seat to pay attention to the brunette.
"Yeah…back when we were still working on the True Love, Pacey declared in the most horrendous voice…" Joey smile at the memory, her heart racing. "That once this great beauty was finished, he'd take another great beauty on it for its maiden voyage…he stared at me wagging his brows in the cheesiest way but I found myself saying yes before I could say no…he bowed like a 20th century gentleman then went back to sanding."
Jen's grin was broad, her eyes dreamy at the little story. "Was this before or after he kissed you?"
Joey blushed, her cheeks flaming a deep crimson as she bit her lip. "Before."
"Shoot I would've kissed him from that."
"At that point Jen, I think you already were." Jen's eyes doubled with Joey's words as Gretchen looked at them stunned.
"What?"
"It's a long story." Joey remarked, not wanting to rehash the sex pact debacle.
"We have some time." Gretchen snickered in the rearview turning to the blushing blonde in the passenger seat. "You kissed my brother?"
As Jen answered shyly responded 'Yes' Joey shook her head trying to block out their words. The last thing she wanted on her mind was thoughts of Pacey's lips anywhere but hers.
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