"Pacey?" Anne said quietly as she walked to him in her robe. "Are you okay? What are you doing up?"

He turned to look at her. "Couldn't sleep."

She stood beside him, looking worried. "You want a glass of warm milk?" She smiled, half joking.

Pacey smiled back at her. "Why are you so nice to me?"

Her cool fingers lightly touched his face. "It's easy to be nice to you, Pacey." She leaned against him, hugging briefly. "Hot chocolate?"

He nodded. She broke away and went to the kitchen, while he turned back to gaze out the window.

What was Joey doing?

Sleeping, most likely. He answered himself wryly. He ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes stared blindly at the street outside Anne's building.

He missed her.

He missed their late-night conversations about anything and everything, their routine of cooking dinner together while talking about the events of the day, going to the deli around the corner and arguing over which kind of breakfast cereal to buy. He even missed how grouchy she was in the morning, when she hadn't had enough sleep the night before.

But his moving out was the best thing for both of them. Everything had become too awkward the past few weeks, almost strained. The comfortable familiarity had disappeared after they'd woken up in her bed together, and he could tell that no matter how hard either of them tried to pretend that things were the same, they really weren't.

Pacey frowned. He still couldn't remember what the hell happened that night. Joey's reassurance that nothing had happened came back to him, making him wonder how she knew. Did she just say it to make them both feel better?

"Sweetie?" Anne's voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to reality. "It's ready, do you want me to bring you your cup?"

He forced himself to concentrate on the present. Joey wasn't his roommate anymore. "Coming."

***

"So you broke up with him?" Jen asked gently.

Joey nodded. "I'm so stupid."

"No, you're not."

It was Sunday afternoon. Jen was set to return to New York the following morning, so they were spending the day on the B&B's back porch, catching up.

"Yes, I am." Joey insisted. "Who else would break up with her perfectly nice, cute, intelligent boyfriend just to go after a roommate who's considered her his 'pal' since kindergarten - and has a beautiful, smart girlfriend, on top of all that! Oh, God." She covered her face with her hands. It sounded unbelievably foolish when she recited it that way. "I'm an idiot."

"Joey, stop."

"No, really, Jen. I mean, think about it. It was me all along - I made too big a deal out of that - that waking up in the same bed thing! I read too much into it. Got all giddy and giggly over something that shouldn't really matter that much… at least, it didn't really matter that much to him." She realized she was babbling and stopped, covering her face again.

Jen pulled her fingers away from her face and looked at her closely. "Does it matter to you?"

Joey sighed and slouched against her seat, staring out at the creek. "Yes. Although I wish it didn't… not this much. What's happening to me, Jen?" She asked seriously.

"Do you think you're in love with him?"

Joey looked at her quietly for several minutes. "I don't know."