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| Chapter 8 �Come on Jo. Time to wake up.� He pulls me up from the couch. It�s too early to get up and I was �very� comfortable where I was. Of course, being Pacey, he has to interrupt a perfectly good dream. Damnit! Why can�t I remember my dream. �Go away Pace.� I push him away as I fall back onto the couch. I grab the cover and pull it up to my face. �I�ll have you know,� I mumble as I poke him. �You ruined a very good dream.� �Damn.� He shrugs, �I can�t even get any in your dream.� That gets me up. Part of me wonders if he said that on purpose. �You are a sick man Pacey Witter.� I sit up quickly on the couch. �To think that you could possibly be in my dreams. And having sex with you-� �So we had sex huh?� He waggles his eyebrows, �I just thought I saved your life and I got a kiss.� My eyes are wide as my mouth drops open. �Close you mouth Jo, you�ll catch flies.� �You are a nightmare.� I manage to get out. �You are a-� �So how good was it?� He leans closer to me. �-Are a pig!� My hands are flailing up in there air at what Pacey�s asking. �We did not have sex!� �You�re just to chicken to admit it.� He sticks his tongue out and pinches my cheeks. �You, Witter, are a dead man!� I jump of the couch as I lunge for him. Missing him completely as he dashed away. ***** �Come on Jo, we had are fun. Now it�s cleaning day in the Witter-Potter household.� �So, it�s the Witter-Potter household now is it?� I eye him suspiciously. �Well what else would you expect me to call it?� He says as he leads me to the kitchen. �I mean you are a current resident, are you not?� �Well, yeah, but I can�t help but wonder if by giving this house a name that includes mine, that you�re just trying to get me to help you to clean.� He stops abruptly and I collide with his back. He turns around and holds me by the shoulders while looking into my eyes �I�m shocked Josephine, that you would actually think that I would stoop that low to get you to help me clean.� He shakes his head and smiles, �I thought the whole cleaning bit was a given when I decided to let you stay here.� �Well Pace you could at least have gone over the rules that come with living with you.� I shrug his hands off my shoulders as I wall around him and out to the kitchen. �If I knew I had to clean I would have gone elsewhere.� �And where would you have gone Josephine?� He followed me to the sink where I placed my cup rather unceremoniously into it. Why must he use my full name? He can�t just say Joey or Potter or�or�Mac for all I cared. Even if he called me Mac it still would have affected me. It�s just the way he says my name. Of course there�s always that fact that I have goose-bumps because he�s breathing on my ear. But�I�m rambling again. �I don�t know Pacey.� I know he noticed the cup placing. Anyone could�ve noticed that. So he moves closer. I hate him right now. �Maybe I would have gone to see Jen.� I turn around and smirk at the ridiculous look on his face. It�s priceless. �Why would you go to see Jen?� I lean against the sink as I look up at him. That bewildered face just makes me want to egg him on a little bit. �Oh, I don�t know Pacey.� I say slowly as I poke him in the chest. �There�s the fact that she�s a women and I need that female bonding. Unless, you�re offering Pace, because you,� I poke him once more to accentuate my meaning. �Are a perfect candidate.� �Potter, that was just low.� He places his hands on the sink ledge and moves his face close to mine. �Out of all people you should know that I have all the features that make me a man.� �And an ego to go with it.� I mumble, but clear enough for him to hear me. �You�re just full of barbs today aren�t you girlie?� He moves in a little closer. �I�m afraid that if I touch you, I�d cut myself.� �You were always the one to bring them out in me.� I smile in spite of his scowl. �But you know you love me.� I pat his cheeks and give them a little squeeze. He smiles and his whole face lights up. �But how could I resist the Potter sarcasm?� �Just like I can�t resist the Witter charm.� �That�s why we were made for each other Jo.� He slings his arm over my shoulders. �And that�s why you�re going to help me clean.� �Somehow that just doesn�t seem fair.� I put my arm around him as we walk to the broom closet. �How�s that Potter?� �Knowing us, we probably won�t get much done.� �Yeah, but at least we gave it a try.� �True.� He opens the door. Oh well, at least I tried to get out of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I can�t believe I�m helping him clean. Me, the women who�s been cleaning up for her horrible husband day after day, has to help Pacey. Well, at least he�s cleaning too. God, why couldn�t I have married someone like Pacey. He�s kind, caring, and sw�and is currently coming towards me. �Whatcha doin Witter?� I ask as I stop the vacuum and place my hands on my hips. �Nothin Potter.� He goes back to the spot that he was waxing before. �Um, Pace.� He looks up. �I think you did that spot already. If you use too much, the wood might come off.� �Wood doesn�t rub off.� He says snidely. �It will if you keep rubbing.� I answer back. I know I�m walking on dangerous ground here. �Now who�s the sick one Potter?� He say as he come closer to me. �My mind was nowhere near the gutter.� �Sure it wasn�t Potter.� He smiles as he puts some funiture wax on his cloth. �Come �ere. I want to show you something.� * * * * * * * * * * �Get off me Pacey!� I yell ask I push him away. The last thing I need is to waxed with furniture polish. �Do I look like a table to you?� �Bend over and I�ll put a tablecloth over you.� He waggles his eyebrows as he steps closer to me. �Then you�ll look like a table.� �God, Pace, you�re sick.� I grin a little as I step away from his mischievous hands. �No Potter, you are.� He smiles brightly, �You�re the one with your mind in the gutter, my mind was nowhere near there.� I stop abruptly as I come in contact with a cabinet. I lean against with hopes of averting his hands. He smiles even brighter as he goes to polish the cabinet. Standing in front of me and reaching around me. The proximity is a little much for me as I slip out from between him and the cabinet. I walk over to the vacuum to resume what I was doing before he threatened me with the polish. He looks at me with worry in his eyes and I just wink, letting him know everything�s okay. The phone�s ringing but we don�t hear it. We�re too busy staring at each other. He wondering if I�m okay and I�m telling him that I�m fine. That�s when we hear it. It wakes us both from the slight daze we were in. He doesn�t move to answer it and neither do as we hear the machine pick up. We hear the beep and I�m ready to faint when I hear what comes after. |