The Truth Is Out There
By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Thought's are beetween * *s.
Joey climbed quietly into Dawson's window. She knew it was early to be coming over, but today she was going to tell him. She was going to confess exactly how much she loved him. And he would tell her how he felt the exact same way. He would apologize to no end for being so blind and all would be right.
As she moved closer to his bed she realized he was still sleeping. With the covers pulled up to his chin he looked even better looking than the day before. She smiled and sat waiting patiently for him to wake.
Soon he began to stir. He stretched and looked at her, puzzled. "Joey?" He rubbed his eyes and yawned. She nodded with a smile on her face.
"What are you doing here so early?"
"I came to tell you something Dawson."
"What?" She took a deep breath and wiped her palms across her jeans. She couldn't help feeling nervous, but she knew it had to be done. "I came to tell you that. That I. That I...I. I love you Dawson!! That I've always loved you."
Her tone grew soft. "That I always will." She looked into his eyes and saw her worst nightmare staring back at her.
She could see the disgust, the rejection in his eyes. It was something she'd never seen before. She choked back a sob and stood. "Joey, wait."
She turned and fought back tears. "I'm sorry. I had no idea." She clung to the bit of hope she had left.
"I don't feel the same way and I'm sorry." Her face fell and she shook her head.
"Sure you are Dawson." She turned and climbed out the window.
Dawson sat cross-legged in his room as she left. Then he heard a crash. He jumped up thinking the worst. He was relieved and sad at the same time. Joey had pulled the ladder from his window. The ladder that had been there forever was lying on his lawn, never to be used in that way again.
***
Joey tied her boat up in front of her house. She walked slowly towards the door. She saw a figure out of the corner of her eye. It was a guy. She hoped it was Dawson.
But he was moving with too much energy. He was too tall. Finally she turned to face him. Hope disappeared. It was only Pacey.
She groaned and turned back towards the house. "Joey!! Wait! Hey Joey!!"
"What?!" He stepped back.
"Jeez. What's your problem?"
"Nothing."
"Jo! C'mon would you hold on for one second?"
"What is it Pacey?"
"Well. Since you asked. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the beach or something today. It's unusually warm and we should definitely take advantage of the weather." He smiled and Joey found herself smiling back.
"We could get Dawson," he said in a singsong voice. She shook her head.
"Uh-uh. No way Pacey. It'll just be me and you today." Pacey straightened up and saluted her.
"Yes, sir, Drill Sergeant, sir!" Joey laughed.
"Go get your bathing suit and come back and get me, okay?"
"Okay! A-bout face. Forward. March!!" He spun on his heels and started marching away. She could hear him chanting "Left, Left, Left, right, left," as he walked away. Joey laughed again and walked happily toward her house.
"You know Pacey. This isn't half as bad as I thought it would be." He smiled.
"You mean you're not contemplating ritual suicide?"
"No not yet."
"Good." She lied back and put her arms beneath her head.
"Joey?"
"Yea, Pacey."
"Do you really hate me?" She sat up and removed her sunglasses.
"What?"
"You heard me Jo."
"Of course I don't hate you Pacey. Why would I even be here if I hated you?"
"Momentary lapse?" She laughed.
"No, I don't hate you. Today has been great. I mean it started off pretty bad, but being with you has been the best part." She could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. Obviously Pacey couldn't either.
"Really?"
"Yea."
"Cool. Cuz, uh, you're not so bad yourself."
"Thanks. I think." She lay back once more and closed her eyes.
Pacey was feeling confident, but nervous. He had talked to Jen earlier and she thought it had been a great idea. If Dawson wasn't going to do it, Pacey should.
Jen could actually be very nice. He had discovered that not only was she nice, but she was kind and patient. And basically a good person. He wondered why he had never noticed it before.
He finally gathered up what courage he had and leaned towards Joey. She was lying calmly with her eyes closed, looking more beautiful than he could remember. Then he softly pressed his lips against hers. She looked like she would protest, but she didn't.
THE END!!
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