Pacey's Journal, Entry One
He called me loyal. I've never heard anything as ironic as that in my life.
Loyal friend Pacey, who just happens to be falling hopelessly in love with
his soul mate. I hate that word. Soul mate? He uses that word like it's an
answer to everything. Joey is Dawson's soul mate. Dawson is Joey's soul
mate. Everything is right in the world. So where does that leave me the
proverbial third wheel? It leaves me sitting in the dirt in the middle of
the woods freezing my ass off while feeling like complete scum is where it
leaves me. Some loyal friend huh?
I didn't plan this. I didn't even want this. But he'll never understand
that. I should never have kissed her. Once again Pacey Witter has screwed
up everything. I should have left well enough alone. I mean who cares if it
was eating me up inside, and every time I looked at her I felt like I was
dying from not being able to touch her, and kiss her. I'm not supposed to
get the girl. I should of stuck to the friggin script. Maybe then I'd be
the only one getting hurt.
I can't do it. I tried. I truly did, but Buzz showed up. I thought I told
that kid it was for Dawson and me only. I guess I can't blame him. It's not
his fault I'm a big chicken. I mean I was going to tell Dawson. I was
standing there right in front of him babbling like an idiot trying to spit it
out, but what was I going to say? "Hey buddy, I'm falling for Joey." Like
it would be that simple. So now I'm sitting here, while Dawson, Buzz, and
his friends sleep, wondering what I'm going to do now. He's so oblivious.
He has so much faith in me, and Joey that he can't see what's going on.
Entry Two
