Author: Adrienne (retailgiri@aol.com)
Disclaimer: OK. You know the drill here, people. I don't own Dawson's Creek. I don't own Duncan Sheik (I'd like to though. Any objections?)
Author's Notes: OK People, bear with me. This is my first Dawson's Creek fanfic (I'm a hardcore Buffy writer here.) OK? Don't yell at me. Feedback: You better. Or else I'll get the dingoes on you.
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Joey Potter stepped in the classroom. She could barely walk, she was so tired. Alexander had kept her up all night with his wailing. There were a few empty seats left, one next to Jen Lindley. Better not sit there, Joey thought to her self. One next to Nellie Olson, she'd rather be crowned Miss America or eat the skin of a dozen A-bomb victaims then sit with her. Then there was one next to Pacey Witter...and, well he was better than the other two canadites. So went over to the seat and sat down in the seat. She put her head on the table, as if to fall asleep again, when Pacey's eye's met hers.
"Looks like someone's ready to kill someone," Pacey says. "Who's the victim?"
"Alexander," Joey replies. "Has Livingston annouced partners for the project yet?"
"Nope not yet..." Pacey whispers as the teacher starts annoucing the names. Last on the list was Pacey and Joey.
"Looks like we're stuck together, huh?" Pacey says, nudging Joey on the shoulder with a smile.
Joey rolls her eyes. "Look. Don't slack off on this. I need this grade, ok?"
"Gotcha," Pacey says
The class goes along smoothly, with the hum of discussing in partners around them. The bell rings.
"See ya," Pacey says, picking up his books.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Joey says, hurring out of the classroom. She quickly puts some of her books into her locker and slams it shut. She looks up and she's her best friend, Dawson Leery, leaning against a locker. "Ready for english," he jokes, walking down the hall with her.
"Yeah, considering Alexander drooled on the paper due today. He kept me up all night!" Joey exclaims. "Guess who Livingston paired me up with for that math project..."
"Pacey, maybe?"
"You guessed it" she said, entering the room and grabbing a seat in the back near the door. Dawson sits in front of her and turns around.
"How are you gonna handle that slacker?" he whispers to her.
"No idea. It'll work out, though. My math grade depends on this project...and I will not let Pacey Witter ruin it for me"
"Good attitude...let's see if that applys. You working tonight?"
"No. I'm taking the week off."
"Oh, for your project? You know, he's gonna be like eating all your food or something..."
"No he won't. He won't like any of the food I have," Joey says with a laugh.
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(two nights later, Joey's house)
Pacey throws another dart at the dartboard as Joey sits on the floor by the coffee, hunching over a piece of paper. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and looks up at Pacey.
"Don't you even CARE about this? If not, I don't want you hanging out over here" Joey says, sliding another peice of paper aside to join the three she had already written. Pacey comes over and sits across from Joey, on the couch. "Sure, I care. But you're doing the work so I can just hang out here."
"You're so annoying, you know that...right?"
"Why, of course. I'm here to annoy you. That's my goal."
"Well, you're succeeding," Joey replies, looking back down to her work.
Pacey reaches across the table to grab the stack of papers, his hand accidentally brushing against Joey's arm. She jerks her head up, looking Pacey straight in the eye.
"Sorry," Pacey whispers, "Just wanted to see...you know...what you're writing...this is my grade too"
Joey shrugs, and goes back to her writing, glancing up at Pacey every once in a while. She notices him staring at her.
"What? Is there food on my face? Why are you staring at me?"
"You look pretty when you concentrate," Pacey says.
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to be continued
