Pacey's Journal, Entry Three
She kissed me, and I don't mean she kissed me back. I mean *she* kissed me.
I was walking away. I was truly walking away, but she stopped me. She
reached out and grabbed my hand. I was so shocked. I just stood there
staring at her hand not believing she had stopped me. And then she kissed
me. I haven't been more shocked, or surprised in my life. Hell, I don't
even remember kissing her at first. I was like frozen, but then when I
realized it was happening, and she wanted me, I just pulled her to me. I
didn't ever want to let go.
Eventually we had to stop. I mean, Dawson, or Andie, or anyone could have
seen us. We didn't talk afterwards, and I'm glad. Sometimes we have a
tendency to ruin everything by talking about it. We just walked back to the
house in silence. The rest of the weekend is a blur to me, because I was
trying so hard to act like nothing had happened between me and Joey.
What did happen between me and Joey? We kissed twice, and believe me I want
to keep on doing that, but does this mean she wants to be with me? And if
figuring us out isn't going to hard enough, now I really have to tell Dawson.
One kiss can be written off as an accident, but three kisses means something
is happening, and I have to tell him. That is one conversation I could do
without. I mean Dawson's got a pretty impressive right hook. Not to mention
this is going to kill him. I never wanted to do this to him, but I can't
stop how I'm feeling, and believe me I've tried. I love her. It's as simple
as that. The hard part is making Dawson understand that.
Entry Four
