Can It Be Done? : Pride Aside
By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG13 - mature conversations, mild cursing
Distribution: Take it anywhere...just tell me first.
***
"Dawson, you need to get that giant head of yours examined!" Joey shrieked. "Where do you get off telling me what to do?!"
Dawson gave her a confused look, with a little bit of hurt mixed in. "My giant head? I hope that's a reference to my intelligence, rather than the actual girth of my..."
"Shut up! Oh my god, I can't take this anymore. As far as I'm concerned you know two things," she stopped and raised one slender hand in front of her face. "One, you don't want me...right now. Two, you don't want me to be with anyone else...ever."
"Joey..."
"This is all I have to say Dawson. Five little words," she said. He stared at her expectantly. "Shove it up your ass."
His eyes went wide and Joey turned and climbed out the window. There was no way she was going to take any more of Dawson's incessant whining. The path to rebuilding their relationship was far too circuitous and not worth her time at the moment.
Straightening her hair, she headed for her dock. Not once did she look back to see Dawson watching her go. Hoping he could find the right thing to say that would make her climb back into his window, like she used to.
***
The halls of Capeside High were so crowded and noisy, it seemed impossible that a student might be able to finish a last minute homework assignment before homeroom. Luckily, Pacey was a master at balancing his books on his thighs, while leaning up against a locker, and blocking out the sounds. He had practiced this magical art by ignoring his father's screaming over the years. If you could do that, the hall seemed like a pin drop.
Pacey was concentrating so carefully that he didn't hear Jen calling his name until at least the tenth time. He looked up, startled, and gave her the once over.
God, she's sexy, he thought. Today she was wearing a formfitting, black, crocheted sweater and a long, flowing, black skirt. Pacey could see her silky black bra through the shirt and instantly felt its effects.
"That was definitely the erection I was hoping for," she whispered.
"W-what?" he choked out.
"I said, that was the reaction I was hoping for," she repeated. Pacey felt a blush rising in his cheeks. Jen laughed. "I was wrong, Pacey. You really are cute."
"You're not so bad yourself," he replied, still feeling slightly embarrassed. "I love your sweater."
"I wore it just for you. Take it as the ever symbolic white dove, er, black dove I guess."
"You lost me at symbolic."
"A peace offering, Pacey. I'm no longer riding the crimson wave and was hoping you didn't have to work today."
She stared at him with her big brown eyes, waiting for an answer. Pacey wanted to say something suave, charismatic, anything to hear her laugh again. "Nope," was all that came out.
"Perfect. Lucky for us Grams is going to visit a sick friend in Providence and will be gone until tomorrow morning."
"So what you're saying is, you're going to be home, all alone in your big house and you need a man to protect you."
"If I had said that I'd have to talk to someone else."
"I'm deeply offended by that remark. Just for that," he said, standing up straight, "no foreplay."
"I take it back."
***
Grams struggled with her keys, frantically trying to get into the house. It had started to snow on the way Providence and she had decided it would be safer to go another time. The weatherman had, after all, predicted a ferocious storm.
Now she stood in the enclosed porch, next to the green wooden rocking chair. She could hear moaning coming from inside the house. It sounded like someone was killing her granddaughter.
Finally, she swung the door open and burst into the hallway. "Jennifer! Jennifer, dear, where are you?!"
Suddenly, the sounds stopped and she heard pounding on the floorboards. "I'm fine, Grams!" Jen called. "I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Holy hell, Pacey, we're in such deep shit if my Grams sees you here," she said.
She watched Pacey frantically pulling on his clothes. "Don't you think I realize that?" He fumbled with the buttons on his Hawaiian print shirt and cursed quietly when he heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Quick, under the bed," she hissed. Pacey hit the floor loudly and slid underneath. "How tall are you, Pacey, 7 foot 1?" His feet were sticking out the end of the bed.
"Sorry, if my growth spurt ruins your little plan." He slid back out. "That's not going to happen."
"Fine, get in the closet. Just be quiet about it!" Pacey glared at her, but jumped in anyway.
Just then Grams opened the door. "Jennifer! What on earth was that awful sound?"
"It was, uh, er, music! Yeah, you know that Satan-worshipper stuff we bad seeds always listen to. Moaning is the latest thing," she said, trying to sound sincere.
A disgusted look fell on Grams' face. "That's horrid, Jennifer." She clutched the rosary beads around her neck. "Don't let me hear it again, Jennifer." She turned on her heels and slammed the door on her way out.
"Can I come out now?" Pacey whispered.
"Yeah, the witch is gone." Pacey stepped out of the closet.
"Moaning is the latest thing, huh?" he asked, a smug smile on his face. "Good one."
"Screw you, I saved your ass."
"Please, would you screw me? I'm so sick of having to turn myself off every five seconds. It's not easy."
"Oh, so you blame me for this? That is so typical."
"Jen, I was joking."
"Yeah, whatever. I'm really not in the mood anymore, so you can go."
She could have sworn Pacey actually looked hurt. Climbing out the window, he said softly, "I'll send you the bill."
***
"Joey, you don't understand. I miss him so much," Andie whined. Joey stared at her incredulously.
"I don't understand? How many has Dawson rejected me lately? Too many, Andie, so don't tell me I don't understand," Joey snapped.
Andie's big eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Joey. It's just that I feel so alone without him. Why won't he take me back?"
Leaning against Joey for support, she began to cry. Joey looked uncomfortable but placed an arm around Andie anyway. This whole ordeal really seemed to be running Andie ragged and Joey felt sorry for her.
After a few minutes, Andie sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Thanks, I really needed that."
"Sure, just don't make a habit of it or my clothes will start shrinking."
They laughed and smiled at each other. In a way, they only had each other to pour their hearts out to. Only Joey could never be completely honest with Andie. If she was, their friendship would end.
Why did she always have to fall in love at the worst possible time, with the worst possible guy?
***
Pacey sat staring at his computer screen. He had been trying for fifteen minutes to come up with some funny apology to e-mail to Jen. Nothing was coming to his mind.
Going back over the events of the previous day in his mind, Pacey couldn't understand why he was feeling so awful. Had her post-menstrual nastiness really affected him that much? Her anger also seemed displaced, like he had just been the unfortunate punching bag for her anxiety.
Heaving a frustrated sigh, Pacey switched off the computer. This was useless. No matter what he said the tension would inevitably remain between them.
Pacey thanked the gods of distractions as the phone rang. Waiting a beat, he picked it up. "Hello?"
"Pacey? Hi," Jen greeted him.
Swiveling in his chair, Pacey smiled. This girl could read his mind. "Jen, why didn't you tell me you had ESP?"
"I like to reveal my secrets over time."
Jen grinned when she heard Pacey's throaty laugh. "So what do I owe the pleasure?"
"There is definitely an apology in order, on my part. I'm sorry I was so bitchy yesterday, Pace."
"I'm sorry too. Blue balls makes me say dumb things." It was funny how turned on he got just hearing her laugh. "How about some good old makeup sex? Sound good?"
"Exactly what I had in mind."
***
Tune in next time for another exciting installment in the Pacey/Jen saga:
Will they finally do it?
Who does Joey love?
Was Dawson's giant head the result of nuclear testing?
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