Nice To Meet You Part Three Now, he was faced with the hardest part -- outfitting the boat for two. Staring at the small bed before him, he grimaced slightly. Joey wouldn�t want to sleep in the same bed with him. He was sure of it. But this was awfully short notice to do anything about it. They were leaving tomorrow. Hell, she would have left with him tonight and they would have been stuck in the same bed then anyways. It�s not like they hadn�t shared a bed before. He smiled thinking about the trip to Aunt Gwen�s. Then he frowned remembering how much tension had filled that bed. He really needed to figure out sleeping arrangements. Maybe...no, hammocks were way too Gilligan�s Island for Pacey�s taste. He finally settled for simplicity -- an old sleeping bag, taken on many a camping trip with Dawson, which he placed right next to the little bed. He stared down at the bed, then at the accompanying sleeping bag and sighed deeply. Using the side of his foot, he kicked the bag a touch farther away from the bed. Then with a small grin, he kicked it back. Back above deck, Pacey bounded off the boat in three short strides. He was ready. Ready to leave for three months on the ocean bountiful with Joey. He stopped halfway up the dock. He was going to live with Joey for three months. He was going to be alone with Joey for three months. Pacey shifted nervously on his feet. Then he continued on his way to his car. He had to get ready to pick up Joey for their date. For their date. Opening the driver�s side door and climbing into his car, he bended quickly, his head banging against the steering wheel, the horn honking in reply. Fumbling blindly behind him, his hand grabbed the abandoned grocery bag he used to bring extra supplies to True Love. Taking a deep breath he pulled the paper bag over his head and tried to stop hyperventilating. |