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Capeside.
Author's Note:
Pacey scooped Joey up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his middle and
tangled her hands in his short dark hair. Unconsciously, as they stared deep into each
others eyes, Pacey walked towards the wall of the room, and braced Joey’s back against
it. He brought his mouth to hers in a hard and passionate kiss. She didn’t resist, and
returned the passion he displayed.
WAIT!!!!!!!!
So, now you’re asking, “What happened??? How did they end up in this
position????? What the heck is going on????????” I guess it would be only fair to tell
you how all of this came to be, and just why our heroes are making out. OK, I’ll start at
the beginning of the story. It all begins at Dawson’s house.
“Did you find it?!”
“No!”
“No!”
“Maybe!”
“Where?”
“The linen closet!”
“The linen closet?!”
“Did you say the linen closet?!”
“What would it be doing in the linen closet?!”
“I don’t know! Come up here!” Dawson, Joey, and Pacey met at the bottom of the
stairs and together trampled up to where Jen was hovering at the end of the hall. She
held up a thick block of papers.
“Is this it?” she asked. Dawson grabbed the papers away from her and quickly
flipped through the pages.
“Thank you Jen. I thought I’d lost it. What made you think of the linen closet?” She
laughed.
“I don’t know. I just figured that since we’d looked every where else, and this just
seemed to be a stupid place to put a script, that it would be in there. And I was right.”
“Well, whatever the reason, thanks for finding it Jen.” Dawson gave Jen a quick hug,
then turned to Joey and Pacey. “So are you two going to fulfill your part of the bargain? I
write it, you edit it.”
“Sure Dawson,” Joey said. “But I’ll have to do it tonight. I’m working for the rest of the
week. This is my one night off, and even now I have to watch the brat.”
Pacey spoke up. “I would be happy to edit your script Dawson. But unfortunately, like
Miss Josephine here, I have to work all week. Tonight is my one night off.”
Dawson looked slightly crushed.
“Could you print off another copy?” asked Joey. Dawson shook his head.
“We have no paper left. That used up the last of it yesterday, and I’ve had no
chance to get more. Plus as an added bonus, the stores are closed now.”
“Hey,” Pacey said. “Why don’t Joey and I just work on editing it together. We’ll get it
done faster, and,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “it gives Miss Josephine here and me a
chance to do some bonding.” Joey smirked at him.
“Bite me.”
Pacey smiled. “Anytime.”
“You revolt me.”
Dawson jumped in. “Well, this looks like it’s going to work.”
Joey flushed red.
“No, Dawson. I’ll work with the jerk. Just don’t expect us to get along.”
Dawson smiled.
“Thank you Joey. And Pacey, you behave.”
Pacey held up his hands. “Me?” he questioned innocently. “I am the perfect
gentleman.”
Joey sighed.
“Well, if we’re going to do this, we have to go now Pacey. Bessie and Bodie have to
leave in about half and hour.”
“Let’s go Princess.”
“Ggrrrrrr.” The two headed down the stairs, with Pacey carrying Dawson’s script.
“They are going to have a long night.”
“Yep,” Jen replied.
Joey sat in the passenger seat of Pacey’s truck, flipping through Dawson’s script.
“Do you have any idea what it’s about?” she asked. Pacey shook his head.
“Not a clue. He kept it very top secret.”
“Why?” Pacey shook his head again, and made the turn into the Potter family
driveway. He turned off the engine, and looked at her.
“Well Miss Josephine, I’m sure we’ll find out.” The two hopped out of the truck and
entered the house. It was noisy. The blow dryer was going in the bathroom, the TV was
blaring the news, the microwave was nuking some random flavored baby food, and the
baby himself was wailing up a storm. Bodie was running around like a chicken with its
head cut off, and Bessie was yelling orders from the bathroom.
“Woah.”
“Yeah, Woah,” Joey replied. She slipped out of her jacket and began pulling the
house into order. She turned the TV off and picked up the crying Alexander. Placing him
in his high chair, she turned off the microwave, and pulled the baby food out. She pointed
Bodie in the direction of his ties and dug Bessie’s earring out of her jewelry box. Pacey
just stared in wonderment as Joey fixed the house up.
“Don’t just stand there Pacey,” Joey said as she passed him with Bessie’s earrings.
“Feed the baby. He’s hungry.”
Pacey stared after her as she brushed by.
“OK,” he said to himself. “Feed the baby. Check.” He picked up the food and the
spoon. Then he looked at the food and the spoon. “Feed the baby. OK buddy,” he said to
the baby. “This is my first try, so don’t yell at me.” He put a bit of the greenish - brown
substance onto the spoon, and placed it in the baby’s mouth. He swallowed the
substance, peas, as identified on the package, and opened his mouth for more. Pacey
obliged, and was halfway through the container before Bessie came up to him.
“Good job. Thanks Pacey.”
He smiled. “No problem. Glad to help.” He handed the container back to Bessie and
wandered into the living room. He flopped down onto the couch and picked up the script
off the coffee table. He flipped it open to the cast list and read the character's names. He
couldn’t help laughing.
“Hey Joey,” he said, just as she walked into the living room. “One of these guys is
named ‘Larson.’ What kind of a dopey name is that.”
Joey shrugged and sat down next to him. “Oh, I don’t know. Some people might
think that Pacey is kind of a dopey name.”
“Ouch. I set myself up for that one.”
“Yes, you did.” Bessie rushed into the kitchen pulling on her coat.
“Joey, thank you so much for watching Alexander tonight. We probably won’t be
home until around three. If you’d feel safer, Pacey could stay over.” She turned to look at
the boy on the couch. “If that’s OK with Pacey, I mean.” Pacey shrugged.
“Sure, whatever,” he said. Bessie smiled. Bodie popped his head into the room.
“Bessie, come on. We’re going to be late.”
“OK, I’m coming. Joey, I put Alexander in his play pen. I left bottles in the fridge, and
you know what time he goes to bed. See you later.” She turned and ran out the door,
hastily grabbing her purse. The door slammed shut, and silence fell over the house.
“Well,” Joey said.
“Well,” replied Pacey. Alexander chose that moment to begin screaming again. Joey
grimaced, and got up to attend to the baby. Pacey, meanwhile, got up and walked into
the kitchen.
“Joey,” he called into the other room. “Do you want something to eat?”
“Sure,” she yelled over Alexander’s screeching. “You remember where everything is
right?”
“I think so!” he yelled back, rummaging through the cupboards. Joey walked into the
kitchen, carrying Alexander on her hip.
“What’d you find?” she asked. Pacey held up the food.
“A bag of microwave popcorn, half a bag of marshmallows and six oranges.” Joey
dropped Alexander in his highchair, and started rummaging through the cupboards
herself. Alexander continued his crying. Pacey, unable to listen to the child scream any
longer, walked over and picked him up. He carefully held him and walked with him
around the kitchen, trying to calm him down. Joey stopped her search of the cupboards
to watch him. Pacey looked as though he had been born with the baby in his arms as he
walked him around and spoke softly to him.
Shaking her head, Joey turned back to the cupboards, unable to locate anymore
food than Pacey had. She made a mental note to remind Bodie to grocery shop.
“Well, we can start with the oranges and graduate to the sugar if the script proves to
be a snoozer.”
“We should pray that it isn’t. What would we tell Dawson if it was?” Joey considered
the question for a moment.
“We’d say: Dawson it’s a great script. It put Alexander to sleep. Thank you.” Pacey
burst out laughing.
“We couldn’t say that,” he said. “He’d be crushed.”
“Well,” Joey replied. “Lets just hope that it doesn’t suck.” The two smiled at each
other. Alexander started screaming.
“Ohhhh, I hate that kid,” Joey whined.
“Well, let me look after him,” Pacey said, bouncing him around in his arms. Joey
rolled her eyes.
An hour and a half later Pacey flopped onto the couch, utterly exhausted. Joey
patted his knee in sympathy.
“I know how you feel.” She reached across him. “Orange?” she asked, picking up
one of the remaining four off the coffee table. Pacey accepted it and rested his head
against the back of the couch.
“How could one kid create such a noise.” Joey laughed at Pacey.
“I know have a greater respect for you than I ever did,” Pacey said, only half joking.
“Well then Pacey, let’s work.” She handed him a red pen, and grabbed a blue one
for herself. She opened the script, which was sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
“Well, have fun,” Pacey said, beginning to run his eyes over the words Dawson had
written.
The two sat quietly reading, writing notes and questions and suggestions in the
margins of the script. Page after page flew by in the silent house. Joey and Pacey were
both completely caught up in the story. It was an intricate tale of love and betrayal, filled
with plot twists and emotion.
It was over 2 hours before they both felt they had read the script well enough for a
full analysis.
“Wow,” Pacey said, rubbing his eyes.
“I agree fully,” Joey said, stretching her arms. Pacey glanced over at her, unable to
help but notice the way her shirt lifted slightly away from her jeans. He cleared his throat
and looked away. Joey hadn’t noticed him watching her.
“So, have any idea which part Dawson is going to try to rope you into playing?” Joey
asked.
Pacey smiled. “He’ll probably have me playing Larson, and have you playing
Kathryn.
It would figure.” Joey smiled.
“Yes, it would figure,” she replied, “seeing how those two have all of the love
scenes. What is it with him and us playing love scenes?”
“I have no idea.” Pacey glanced at the clock. It was only eleven thirty.
Joey stood up and walked into the kitchen.
“I’ll make the popcorn,” she yelled at Pacey. He didn’t reply, but grabbed the remote
and started channel surfing.
By one o’clock there was nothing on TV. Pacey and Joey had been sitting quietly
on the couch watching South Park for the past hour.
“Who would have thought that swearing 10 year olds could be so entertaining,” Joey
commented.
Pacey stretched and smiled at her.
“Joey, this is a side of you that I have never seen before. I cannot imagine you
sitting on Dawson’s bed and watching South Park. It’s just not something that I can
picture.”
“That’s because it wouldn’t happen. I once tried to introduce Dawson to South Park
and five minutes into the show he was picking apart the less than real vocabulary and
story lines. He didn’t get the fact that it was just a TV show, with no purpose other than
fun. I love him to death, but sometimes he just has to loosen up.”
Pacey laughed and nodded in agreement.
When two thirty rolled around Pacey and Joey were still sitting up on the couch,
talking. The lights were low and the television was off. Joey laughed quietly at a joke
Pacey had made when she glanced up at the clock.
“Shit, Pacey. It’s 2:30. Bessie’s gonna be home in like, a half hour. If I’m still up
she’ll have my head. Plus, I have to work at ten tomorrow morning.” She stood up and
began clearing off the coffee table. “Are you going to stay?” she questioned.
End of part 1
