RESPECT-Yourself
By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Thought's are beetween * *s.
Pacey's friends helped him to his feet and the crowd laughed.
Joey followed closely as the two guys helped a stumbling Pacey out of the room. She walked in front of them.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Joey."
Jason smiled. "I'm Jason."
Then Tim spoke. "I'm Tim and this is Pacey."
Joey nodded. "Yeah, I know. I'm an old friend of his. We used to be really good friends."
The four reached a set of stairs.
"Our room is up here. Do you want to come up with us Joey?" asked Jason.
Joey nodded her response. Finally, they reached what Joey guessed was Pacey's bedroom. Tim and Jason laid him down gently. Tim handed Joey a tin garbage pail.
"You might need this."
With that they left a bewildered Joey with a snoring Pacey. Joey heard the door click shut. She knelt beside Pacey's bed and soon his eyes fluttered open. He looked at her and blinked a few times.
"Joey?"
Joey smiled. "Yeah. Hi, Pacey."
He smiled weakly. Suddenly he grabbed the pail from her hands. She finally understood why Tim had given it to her as he began to throw up in it. She looked away until he stopped.
"Sorry about that," he said as he carried the can out of the room. She waited on his bed. She heard the sound of running water. He was brushing his teeth.
Pacey soon returned to the room. Joey observed that he was still a little shaky on his feet and his skin was a pasty white. His eyes were also very red.
Then he took a seat next to her on his bed.
"I was wondering when we would run into each other."
Joey frowned. "You knew I went to school here?"
"We're in the same philosophy class. I just wasn't sure how to approach you."
Joey smiled. She could her Aretha Franklin wailing from the speakers. She wished Pacey had enough "Respect" for himself so as not to drink. Pacey became interested in his fingernails. "I'm sorry we had to meet like this."
"It's okay. As long as we don't make a habit of seeing each other only when you're drunk."
Pacey frowned.
"Why did you drink so much tonight?"
"I always drink too much. I guess I just don't know when to stop."
Joey rose slowly from the bed. "Why don't you call me when you're sober, Pace."
She walked swiftly from the room without seeing the hurt look on her old friend's face.
END OF PART 2
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