AUTHOR- Mel, mam0526@yahoo.com
SPOILERS- Takes place after "Pretty Woman"
DISCLAIMER- PUHlease if I actually owned these characters do you think I would be worting fanfiction for the internet? I think not! Anyways I don't own 'em so don't sue me. I'm just playing with them so that they will do what I want them to do!
DISTRIBUTION- Only with my permission.
AUTHOR'S NOTE- Thanx to the "Creekers" for all your help. You guys are the best
Joey is sitting on the dock behind her house with some pictures of the "Miss Windjammer" Pageant. She is mndlessly flipping through them but stops when she comes across one of Pacey. "Hmm. He looks cuter than I thought in that tux. Better than Dawson for sure!" Joey was speaking aloud think no one was around to hear her.
"Yea well I knew you'd come around!" Pacey suddenly emerges out of the darkness dressed in khaki pants and a green sweater, which was the perfect enhancement for his green eyes.
"PACEY! What were you doing spying on me?" Joey is getting furious. She was trying to change the subjest of her commenting on Pacey's good looks.
"Well, if ya wanna put it like that...No I was waiting at the end of the dock because I wanted to congradulate you on First Runner-up. So did I really look cute in my tux? Cuter than Dawson?" Pacey wanted an answer and he knew he'd get the truth from Joey. He still had feelings for her but didn't want to let on to quickly.
"Well... You do have a better build than Dawson so I'd say yea. It fits you better. You've got the body for a tux, although going with just the vest and blue face paint was a nice touch." Joey half heartly smiled that crooked smile of hers while gazing at the picture of Pacey.
"Well, actually it was cold cream, but I don't think it matters now." "Yea probably not." Joey and Pacey locked eyes. "Pacey, when did we stop talking?" Joey asked. "What do you mean?" "When did we start exchanging smart-ass comments and stop talking like we used to? I mean now it's just like we are friends because each od us is friends with Dawson. Frankly I'm a little sick of him. It's not like I haven't practicly said 'I love you' to his face. He only noticed me because of the stupid makeup and all that hairspray." Joey said she couldn't help it. Pacey was her only other friend that she could talk to about Dawson.
"I only know one thing about Dawson, Jo. He is completely blind for noticing what he could of had all along and still can have." Pacey wanted so much to kiss her and make her for get all about Dawson. He wanted Dawson to disappear.
"Yea well I'm not so sure he still has me." "Huh?" Pacey said with much confusion in his voice. He actually thought there might be a glimmer of hope for him. "It's weird. I don't know. I just don't get the same feeling anymore when I'm around him. Maybe..... I don't know." Pacey's and Joey's eyes met again. As if some global force was pulling them together they slowly moved in. Soon they were embracing in the most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. Neither of them were thinking of Dawson only how comfortable they felt in each other's arms.
Dawson watched in the background as the love of his life kissed another guy. He got closer hoping to see who it was. Then he noticed the green shirt. "That's Pacey's shirt!" He thought to himself. He was now enraged with his two best friends. He threw down the half- dozen white roses he was going to give to Joey along with an "I love you" card", and stormed back to his house.
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