Can It Be Done? : Obstacles
By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG13 - mature conversations
Distribution: Take it anywhere...just tell me first.
***
"Lindley, I'm beginning to think our agreement is one great big crock of..."
"I get it, Pacey! Look, I'm sorry, I can't control Mother Nature. But I will repay you dearly if you just run to the good ol' Capeside Mini-Mart and pick me up a box of Tampax," Jen said sweetly.
Pacey shuddered at the thought of being caught in the middle of a store holding a box of tampons.
"I love you, babe, but not that much."
"That's what I thought. Don't you have sisters? Shouldn't you be used to this by now?"
"The answer is yes and no, my friend. I do have sisters, three to be exact, but they never used me for such menial tasks. That's where my fourth sister came in."
"And who would that be?"
"Doug."
"Right, the closet-case cop. How could I forget?"
"Really, Jen, how could you? Anyway, you promise as soon as the plague has passed we can go at it? 'Cause my panties are really in a twist here."
Jen snickered. "I swear. Believe me, I want it just as badly as you do."
"I don't think that's possible," he retorted.
"How long has it been for you anyway?"
"Not that long, but still, I'm a guy."
"So? My last romp was with Chris Wolf last year!"
"Yikes. You win."
"I really wish I was the loser in this situation, Pacey." She sighed. "What do you want to do until then?"
"We could make out..."
"No thank you. I'm really not in the mood."
"It's always about you, isn't it?"
"I'll cut you a deal. Go to the store, buy me the tampons and I'll do whatever you want."
Pacey's eyes lit up. "Anything? Even a Lewinsky?"
"No! No way. Just go buy them and we'll see."
"Fine," he said sadly. "I'll go, but I'm not happy about it."
***
Pacey found himself standing in the middle of the Feminine Hygiene section, completely lost. A few women passed him every once in a while, giggling at his expression.
Finally, someone stopped to help him. "Pacey Witter, never thought I'd see you here," Joey cracked, trying to control her laughter.
She watched Pacey's face turning red. "Shut up, Potter. Just help me out here. Where the hell are Tampax?"
Joey walked a few feet to Pacey's left and picked up a box off the shelf and handed it to him. "Multipack. That should hold you over."
"It's not for me!" he protested, his face darkening a few shades.
"I know that, moron, I'm just joking. Who are they for?"
"J...my mother. My mother sent me, she's busy."
"Doing what? Baking cookies for the Policemen's Ball?"
"Actually, that's Doug's job." Joey giggled.
"So what are you up to tonight? Want to catch a movie or something?"
"Sorry, Jo, I've already made plans. You waited too long to realize how much you want me."
"I don't want you. I'm just bored out of my skull. Guess I'll have to call Dawson."
"Guess so," he said as he headed towards the register. "Bye, Josephine."
"Pacey, I swear, I'm going to shove a tampon up your ass."
"Ouch."
***
"You'll never believe who I ran into at Molly's Market," Joey said, already laughing to herself.
Dawson reached over her for the snacks she had brought. "Who?"
"Pacey, in the middle of the Feminine Hygiene aisle. I think that's the funniest thing I've seen in weeks."
"What was he doing there?"
"Picking up tampons! His mommy sent him."
They both began to laugh uncontrollably. Dawson calmed himself down sufficiently enough to ask, "You're joking, right?"
"Nope, he looked so funny. And you should have seen the shades of red he turned when I suggested that they were for him!"
They laughed again. "This is great, Joey. Us, hanging out together. I've really missed Movie Night."
"So have I."
They stared into each other's eyes for a few second before turning away. It was obvious to both of them that it would be hard to act naturally when they were both still insanely in love.
Why do we have to keep pretending? Joey wondered. She was certainly ready to get back together.
"Come on, let's watch the movie."
***
"Oh, Pacey," Jen moaned. "I'm so happy, I could kiss you," she said, grabbing the box from his hands.
"You could," he murmured.
Jen looked over at him. His expression was absolutely priceless. Eyes darkened with lust, his barely there lips parted slightly, looking as if he was about to eat her. It was possibly the most adorable face she had ever seen a guy make.
"Come here you," she whispered. He sat down next to her on her bed and got as close as he could. Placing one hand on her hip, Pacey lowered his mouth to her neck. Finally, she thought. The plan would finally move from Stage 1: Let's Talk It To Death, to Stage 2: Let's Get It On.
Just as she felt his lips on her skin, Grams began to bang impatiently at the door.
"Jennifer! Come down for dinner this instant," she cried. The door handle jiggled, but it was locked. "What are you doing in there?"
"Studying, Grams. I'm not going to eat, I've got these horrible cramps," she whined. She could almost see her grandmother's face turning crimson at the mention of a bodily function.
"That's fine, Jennifer. I'll bring you some tea later." They waited to hear her footsteps on the stairs.
Pacey studied her face for a moment. "I think we're cursed," he mumbled.
"I think you're right. Why don't I meet you somewhere tomorrow, Pace? I'd rather not get into this now."
"Understood. I'd probably start thinking of your grandmother in the middle of it anyway," he said, heading for the window. "Feel better."
"Same to you," she replied. He ducked out the window. "And Pacey!" she called to him. His head reappeared. "Why don't you take a warm shower, instead of a cold one?"
A smirk graced his face. "Just for you, Lindley."
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