By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG13 - mature conversations
Summary: If you've seen "When Harry Met Sally..." you'll know what this story is about. If you haven't...too bad for you.
Author's Note: The Capeside gang did not grow up together in this story. Just go with it okay?
Distribution: This story will be exclusive to Kat's Pacey and Joey Fanfiction. You can't have it, so don't ask.
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"The table has to go," Jen said, trying to control her growing hatred for Dawson. Well, it wasn't actually hatred, more like extreme irritation.
"Why? It's so ... so ..."
"Wyatt Earp?" Pacey suggested. The coffee table was a wagon wheel with a pane of glass over it. "Dawson, she's right. It's hideous."
"You're supposed to be on my side!" Dawson said angrily. Joey wandered into the room and stared at the coffee table.
"That's getting thrown out, right?" Dawson glared at her. Pacey and Jen laughed.
"Yes, Joey, Pacey and Dawson were just going to bring it down to the street." She turned to stare at them. "Weren't you?"
Pacey jumped up from his seat on the couch and saluted her. "Yes, ma'am! Come on, D, let's hop to it."
He bent over right in front of Joey, giving her a lovely view of his behind. "Thanks for the peep show, Pace, but I just ate."
He wiggled his butt a little. "You know you love it," he said as he and Dawson lifted the table. "One day you'll wake up and realize how much you want me."
"And then I'll remember where I keep my razor blades."
As the two men left, grunting dramatically to get sympathy, Jen pulled Joey down onto the couch with her. "So what's up, girlfriend?"
"Same old, same old," she mumbled. "I ran into Jack the other day. He wants to get together for dinner."
"Don't."
"I know, but I have to. He seemed all excited. And he told me to bring a date."
"Bring Pacey."
"I was going to ask if I could borrow Dawson."
"I don't think so. He's mine, hon."
"Thanks for nothing. Pacey won't want to go. He can't stand Jack."
"I thought they were friends."
"Then Jack dumped me, now Pacey doesn't like him."
"How sweet."
Joey rolled her eyes and folded her hands in her lap. "It is, in a way. He's very possessive."
"Because he loves you."
"We're like brother and sister. Of course he loves me. Just like I love him."
"It's more than that and you know it."
"No, it isn't. We're best friends. In fact, excluding you, he may be the best friend I've ever had."
"Friends make great lovers."
"Shut up."
*~**~*
"Let's go in there," Pacey said, already walking to the store of his choice.
"Gee, thanks for asking." Joey followed him into Radio Shack, but reluctantly. In her opinion the only thing to look at was cell phones. And she already had one.
She saw Pacey jumping up and down in front of a display. "Karaoke machine! Let's try it!"
"No way, you're dreaming."
"It's fun. And it says 'try me'." He started flipping through the song selections. Joey stood next to him scowling. "Right here, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus."
"Couldn't you at least pick a good song?"
"It goes with the season, okay? And it's a cute song."
"Whatever, but you better sing loud. I don't want to be the only that can be heard."
"You sing like an angel, what are you worried about?"
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peek
She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom
Fast asleep
Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white
Oh what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night...
Suddenly Joey was singing on her own. Pacey had walked away towards a young couple. "Damn you, Pacey!"
The woman turned around at the mention of his name. Pacey stopped dead in his tracks.
"Pacey?"
Pacey swallowed. "Andie." It was his ex-wife. What a wonderful coincidence. "How are ya?"
He glared at the man beside her. "Fine, fine. What about you? How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine. I'm great actually."
"Glad to hear it. I'll see you, Pacey." She took the man's arm and walked quickly away. Joey moved next to him and grabbed his hand.
"What a bitch. She didn't even introduce the wonderful bastard she was cheating on me with."
*~**~*
"I don't know why we're here," Pacey hissed as they waited for Jack to answer the door.
"Because we're adults and we can handle this."
"Did you even see how uncomfortable I was with Andie? It's going to be just as bad with Jack."
"Just shut up and smile, Pacey."
The door swung open. "Joey! Pacey! So glad you could make it," Jack greeted them.
"Ditto," Pacey mumbled. Joey elbowed him in the ribs. They walked in and got the "grand tour." Finally, they sat around a coffee table to have hors d'oeuvres.
"The place looks great," Joey commented. "I love the decoration."
"Oh, don't tell me. Tell Sally, my fiance." As if on cue, a gorgeous, fair-haired woman walked in with champagne flutes.
"Hi, I'm Sally. I've heard so much about you."
Pacey chuckled. "That's funny, 'cause we heard nothing about you." Jack glared at Pacey. "What'd I say?"
*~**~*
Later that night, Joey was sitting in bed, alone, crying. She sobbed into a tissue and stared miserably at the others that covered her comforter. Picking up the phone with a shaking hand, she dialed Pacey's number.
"Pacey? It's me. Can you come over? I don't want to be alone."
Within fifteen minutes, Pacey was by her side, holding her while she cried. "It's going to be okay," he murmured into her hair. "You're going to be just fine."
"No, I'm not! I thought I was over him, but I'm not."
After a lot of gentle coaxing, Pacey got her to lie down. "I'm going to make you some tea and then I'm going to leave."
"Don't leave. You can stay on the couch, just don't leave." Pacey sat back down on her bed.
"I have to get up in the morning, really early."
Joey sat up and put her arms around his neck. She pulled him close and they kissed. It was unlike any kiss either of them had ever experienced before. But would they survive the morning after?
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END OF PART 4
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