Rating: R Tiny bit of sexual
innuendo, nothing huge. Classification: Other. Friendship and D/Jo love. Summary:
Everyone reunites in the future for a special occasion. This is in the future,
so anything that happened/will happen on the show does happen. Note: this
has been kind of re-written. The beginning is the same but the end is entirely
different!
“This is so weird.” Jen smiled,
bemused as she and Jack set the table for thanksgiving.
“Weird…as in…what I’m thinking
weird…or something else kind of weird?” Jack replied, warming his hands on his
sweater, as the cold air seemed to get colder, and the sun sank lower, the
creek now covered with shadow.
“Probably what you’re thinking.”
Jen said softly, running her hands through her shoulder length blonde mane.
Jack finished up and yawned,
stretching his arms out.
“I am going to make the most of
this evening,” Jen said thoughtfully, tugging at her floral sundress underneath
her jacket.
“I mean…we all promised we’d see
each other, keep in touch every year. But one year turned to two, two to five…”
“Five to seven.” Jack finished,
rolling his eyes.
“I know.” Jen nodded, frowning. “I
just kind of feel cut off from them…you know?”
He put a comforting arm around
Jen, and kissed her ear. “Well we’re all here…if just for one night…” He said,
shrugging.
“But I highly doubt that. I can
foresee drastic partying on Sunday night.”
“And judging from the…ah…thousands
of melodramas that occurred in High-school, we are bound to find something
to talk about.” Jen snickered.
“And the wedding!” Jack exclaimed.
“The very reason they’re up here.”
“True.” Jen said, nodding. “Plus
there’s the uncanny irony of the happy couple, getting hitched.”
“And don’t forget the, “So…how did
you guys get back together anyway?” story.’ Jack added.
Jen groaned.
****
“Grams house is just as I
remember.” Andie said excitedly, tugging on Joey’s arm. Joey laughed. They had
been in each other’s company no longer then three hours, and already Andie had
latched herself onto Joey’s arm, refusing to let go.
Dawson and Pacey followed behind,
both deep in discussion. Joey raised an eyebrow, amused at seeing this. The two
of them had never really been the, ‘deep discussion’ type of guys.
But things had changed…they had
all changed in one certain way or another. Looking down at herself, Joey added
wryly, and I suppose I’ve changed more physically then Jen or Andie
The change was very small, but
prominent to her…and her fiancée, since they were the only two to know. She
felt herself start to smile broadly, and she placed a hand on her flat stomach.
Ducking under the little gateway covered in vines, the four of them found
themselves in an area which they felt should be familiar, but wasn’t.
Two figures stood a distance away,
by a long table set out, and one of them turned to see the four visitors.
Striding towards them with a beaming smile, Jack held his arms open as Joey
fell into them, laughing with happiness, and Andie started to jump up and down
excitedly.
“Hey…” Jen hugged Dawson fiercely,
and he kissed her cheek. She pulled away and took a long, hard look at him.
Broader. His hair had darkened, and he had some stubble. It made him
look…scruffy, in a sexy kind of way. Very unlike Dawson, but Jen found herself
whistling under her breath. He wrapped his lean arms around Joey, protecting
her from the cold.
Joey then slipped out of Dawson’s
arms and pulled Jen in for a hug, as Jack and Dawson shook hands. As Jen and
Joey kissed cheeks, she caught a whiff of that lilies of the Valley Perfume
Joey wore in high school. It immediately brought her back to intense study
sessions, arguments and such. Joey had grown her hair so it was halfway down
her back, sleek and smooth and the same shade of brown it had always been. She
was wearing a heavy navy jacket, underneath a soft lilac cotton dress. As
usual… Beautiful style.
But she looked way too thin, Jen
thought disapprovingly. She always hated how Joey’d pass up on seconds of
desert, or didn’t eat lunch, for the sake of her figure…? Jen wasn’t sure. Jen
had always been envious of her, though…from her tall figure, to her perfectly
shaped breasts. She even envied her awkward stature, and the way she’d do that
sarcastic half smile. She let go of Joey’s hand, which on it was her engagement
ring, a gold band with a small array of diamonds. It was beautiful.
“How’s my little pumpkin?” Pacey
was then cooing to Jen, and she swatted him away, giggling like she did when
she was sixteen.
“This is almost sickening.” Joey
laughed, rubbing her hands together for warmth, but when that did not satisfy
her, she opted for Dawson and his warm sweater instead.
“Like one of those dreary Brady
Bunch reunion specials.”
“Shit yeah.” Pacey laughed, then
he rubbed his stomach.
“I am so ready to eat.” Jen found
herself studying him too, and Jack who had noticed Jen’s almost critical study
on everyone nudged her.
Beefier. Ooh, Pacey was a
real…Jerry O’Connell type.
“Time to eat.” Jack announced,
pointing towards the table where several plates of food sat. “I’ll go get
everyone else.”
“I baked an apple pie.” Jen said
proudly.
“Grams baked the rest.”
Grams was in the kitchen,
discussing cooking with Bodie and Bessie, while eight year old Alex was swung
around by Gale and Mitch. Dawson’s cousins and aunt and uncle were also there,
in the living room.
Almost most of their relatives had
come up for the wedding, while their friends they had met in New York and
various other places would be coming up later on in the week.
****
Jen smiled warmly, loving the view
in front of her as she served herself some pumpkin pie.
The two lovebirds, Dawson and Joey,
were in a world of their own at the table, sharing sweet kisses and talking in
low voices as Alex played loudly with his younger sister, four year old Jenny.
Pacey who had been dragged into the action-packed tag game Alex had invented,
finally convinced Andie to join him. Jack was deep in conversation with Amanda,
Dawson’s cousin who was highly interested in art. Well, supposedly. Amanda
seemed to be more interested in Jack’s biceps.
“Okay everybody!” Mitch called.
“Park your asses!”
Brad, Dawson’s eighteen-year-old
cousin slumped over, making sure he had a seat next to Jen.
“He likes older women.” Pacey
teased Jen. Jen smirked. “Like Pacey, like….um…Dawson’s cousin.” He pinched her
nose.
Eventually everyone was seated.
“Okay…what are we thankful for?” Grams said, smiling kindly at everyone. She
was much older now in skin, but as for her personality she was the woman she
had been several years ago…strong, wise and loving. Everyone reached for hands,
thinking.
“Food.” Alex said loudly and they
all tittered.
“Women.” Brad and Pacey said at
the same time. Jen was tempted to add, ‘Older.’ but decided against it.
Reminiscing would have to come later.
“Friends.” Jen said decidedly, and
Grams smiled at the first no-nonsense answer.
“Lovers…” Joey said, rolling her
eyes and smirking a little, emitting laughs from around the table.
Dawson stroked her hand sensually
behind her back.
Grams said a silent prayer.
****
“I’d like now to do something
cheesy and…well, cheesy.” Pacey announced an hour and a half later. It was dark
and the table was lit up with candles and nearly empty bottles.
He stood up, teetering a little
and Jen had to grab his butt to steady him, giggling. Raising his glass of
wine, he bowed towards Dawson and Joey, and both of them raised their eyebrows
in mock suspiciousness.
“I’d like to make a half-drunken
toast to the happy, engaged and over-sexed couple.” Everyone burst into
laughter, except Grams who held her hand to her heart.
“I wish them…all the happiness
they’ve barely had.” Jen applauded, as did everyone else, still laughing
lightly.
“Thank you Pacey.” Dawson said
dryly, raising his glass, clinking it with Pacey’s. Joey leaned over and kissed
Dawson’s cheek.
“Aww.” Andie sighed, pretending to
tear up. When Jen looked again she swore that perhaps Andie was.
****
“It kind of sparkles like Joey’s
rock.” Pacey said softly, pointing towards a numerous array of stars.
Jen took a drag from her joint and
nodded. The two of them were lying on the grass, staring up at the sky much
later on.
Joey and Dawson were sitting on an
upturned boat, Joey cuddled up in his lap. Jack lay next to them, and Andie
lay, drowsy, on the grass.
“Hey…is that something…is that
meant to be mean?” Joey asked, sounding unlike herself.
“Yes.” Jen answered slowly.
“Oh guys…” Jack groaned.
“You gotta lay off the stuff. I
mean, we’re twenty seven.”
“All the more reason.” Pacey
exclaimed. Jen patted his cheek.
“Calm down, Pace.”
“I feel like being wild.” Pacey
suddenly said excitedly.
“I mean, we’re in our prime!”
He jumped up. “I know you know I
already have a wild night planned before the wedding, Dawson, but don’t you
think all six of us…including the females should have a little…fun?”
“You mean the three D’s?” Jen
asked.
“What are they?” Joey asked.
“Drinking…drugs…dancing.” Jen
replied.
Everyone groaned, especially
Andie.
“No…too…tired.” She moaned.
“How about a little…dip?” Pacey
said, grinning almost wickedly.
“Dip?” Dawson asked; awakened from
his stupor of being stoned and wound in Joey's arms.
“Like as in, water…creek…”
“We’ll freeze our asses off!” Jen
exclaimed indignantly.
“You have the craziest ideas.”
“Duh.” Pacey replied. “That makes
it all the more daring…come ON! If I’m game…”
“I’m game.” Jen interrupted,
crossing her arms.
“Pacey you just don’t know what
creatures live at the bottom of the creek.” Joey sighed.
“Hey Jo, I haven’t been living
here for…um…sixteen years without knowing something.” He warbled.
Silence.
Then Joey spoke up quietly,
“Um…that didn’t make sense.”
Then without warning, Jen started
to laugh. Jack joined in, and soon they were all laughing. Pacey tore off his
shirt, and flexed his muscles.
“Come on my lovely ladies.” He
crowed, helping Jen and Andie up. Joey Jack and Dawson dragged themselves off
the boat.
Pacey waded in first. “Whoa!” he
exclaimed. “This is…not as cold as expected.” He turned and a slow smile spread
across his face. Then, in front of them all he whipped off his boxers and threw
them on the bank, leaving himself butt naked.
“Argggggggh!! I'm blind!! Pacey
blinded me!!" Joey screamed, as Jen and Andie shrieked with laughter.
Jack covered his eyes and started
to join in on the laughter, while Dawson quickly helped Joey settle herself.
Dawson laughed incredulously and shook his head in disbelief.
"Pacey," he half-heartedly reprimanded, while suppressing his
amusement at his best friends' antics.
Pacey just waded in deeper, then
standing knee high in water, shrugged and dove in. All common sense abandoned
as he emerged, sputtering and laughing like a maniac.
“Join me!” he yelled.
Without hesitation, Jen started to
strip, and Andie joined her.
Wading into the creek there was
more shrieks at how cold it was. Andie had left her bra and underwear on, while
Jen just left her underwear on, and floated ‘freely.’ Around in the creek.
Soon, Dawson Jack and Joey joined
them, as Pacey started to walk in some shallow bits, declaring he was, ‘going
for a walk.’
“Stop it!” Joey shrieked loudly,
as Dawson and Jack pelted her with water. The two guys were slightly more
modestly dressed then Pacey, but Joey had only her underwear on though In the
back of her mind she wondered if perhaps she should start wearing bras. Her
breasts were now kind of sore.
But Dawson loved how hard they got
in the water, hence he snuggled up to her, and she pressed herself against him
as they followed Pacey, Jack following with his camera in tow. Laughing, he
snapped a few pictures. He couldn’t wait to show them the gang when they were
all sober.
Later on, while drifting on their
backs and sipping beers at around 2:00am, Joey decided to break the news.
“Guys—you’d be happy to know Dawson and I actually did finally have sex, proof
of this is the fact I’m now two months pregnant.” Their friends’ reactions were
each different but nonetheless the same, in the way that they were all excited,
pleased and most of all surprised. They also all wanted input into the futures
of the unborn child, and by the time 4:00am rolled around names, star signs,
colleges and even spouses had been suggested.
****
“And don’t even think about
venturing back till midnight!” Jen called after the two guys who had been
pushed out of the house in preparation for a surprise bridal shower for Joey,
who was innocently grocery shopping that very moment.
“Okay…” Jen turned around and
accepted a glass of champagne from Julia, who had been Joey’s roommate at
College.
“I’ll give the signal, and when
she opens the door I’ll flick on the light…or she will… and you all yell
surprise, you know, standardized surprise party thing.”
The women guests, ten of them,
friends and co-workers all nodded eagerly. Jen heard a car door slam and she
jumped. “She’s here!”
She flipped off the light and hid
behind the door. A few moments later, Joey swung open the door, two bags in her
hand.
“Jesus.” She muttered, squinting.
She edged over to the sidewall and turned the light on with her elbow.
“SURPRISE!” the women all yelled,
jumping up.
“Shit!” Joey shrieked, dropping
the bags.
****
Jen grinned slyly and all them
watched in anticipation as Joey opened the third present that evening. She had
been giggling non-stop, shocked and amazed at the gifts of elaborate lingerie
and perfumed body cream.
“To get you in the mood if you
know what I mean.” Jen laughed wickedly as Joey uncovered yet another piece of
lingerie, see-through lacy, tiny bits of frou-frou, obviously French, and she
wasn’t sure which was the top and which was the bottom because there was a
hole…oh…she blushed. “Jen! Thank you…” she hugged her, her cheeks red.
“Your honeymoon is going to be
very romantic…” Andie gushed, passing her another parcel.
Joey laughed and said, “I don’t
know what to wear out of all of this…”
“Well, you must wear the
traditional something blue…” Jen started. She then clapped her hands. “Can we
see your dress?”
“Ooh yes!”
“Okay!” Joey led them all upstairs
to her room, and inside, to where the dress was being held elegantly on a body
rack, covered in plastic. “It’s Calvin Klein.” Joey said excitedly.
The dress was strapless creamy
white silk, classic Klein. She showed them her shoes, which were silver beaded
stilettos, and the headdress of flowers. After much consideration they all
agreed she should wear the white silky strapless bra and silk panties underneath
it.
“Better to be simple at first.”
Jen advised her. “And comfortable. And easy to take off…” the girls all laughed
and made similar comments. For the first night of their honeymoon they would be
staying at a hotel. Then the next day they were heading off to Turtle Island.
“Okay, since this is your second
last night as a single woman I recommend we go bar hopping.” Jen said saucily,
an idea already formed in her head.
****
“Duuuuuudes!” a voice bellowed
out. Pacey and Dawson turned their faces slightly to see about four guys in the
doorway to the bar, the guy in the front obviously happy to seem them both.
“Oh—hey Derek…Jack!” Dawson
greeted his college roommate and Jack, and a handful of other men who had
seemed to have coincidentally turned up at the same bar.
‘Coincidentally.’ Was perhaps not
the right word when he saw Jack’s devilish grin.
“A little birdie told me we might
get some of the gals from Joey’s party to join ours.” Derek said
enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together.
“Oh man that Jen is so hot!”
Julian interrupted, having had met her once.
Pacey’s ears perked up.
“Why would they join us sore
losers?” Dawson commented.
Jack just grinned evilly,
something he was just repeatedly doing.
“Oh…you know….”
Then from behind his back he
brought out an envelope.
“Photos. For all to see.” He said
cheerily. *****
“Oh god….” Dawson said, putting
his head in his hands. “Put the photos away! If I see Pacey’s ass one more
time….”
“No, no! Keep going! This is
better then Playboy!” Derek said, holding up a particular photo high in the
air.
“Wow—your fiancée has nice tits.”
Dawson snatched it away from him.
“Jack, how did you find us
anyway?” Pacey asked, ordering another drink, and laughing loudly as yet
another photo appeared.
“I mean, the, “ he made commas
with his fingers, “Stag Night.’ Isn’t until Friday…”
The guys looked ate ach other,
grinning.
“Exactly. We decided that tonight
would be the ‘mixed’ night, when both women and men combine drunken
foolishness.”
“Wait…don’t we already do that?”
Dawson laughed.
“Women? But…Jo’s off with all her
friends.” Pacey pointed out.
“Correction. Jo was off with all
her friends but has just walked in…friends in tact.” Jack said. Pacey and
Dawson whirled around to see Jen and Joey, sharing a joke, their heads close
together. About 5 other girls followed, four of them Joey’s college friends,
one a work friend.
“Alright!” Derek said under his
breath, clapping Dawson on the back. “Is the brunette who I think it is? God,
she’s beautiful. How on earth did you get her to say yes to you?”
“How could she have resisted me?”
Dawson chuckled.
“Riiight.” Derek said, but he was
busy checking out Jen.
“Who’s that?”
“Jen Lindley.” Dawson said,
standing up and grinning as Joey rushed towards him and flung her arms around
him. They kissed, and Pacey and Derek chuckled.
Jen followed, her arms slung
around Julia, Sara and Andie.
“Hey stranger.” She drawled,
tweaking Dawson’s chin. “Guys, save it for later.” She teased Dawson and Joey
who ignored her and continued to kiss. She then pushed past Derek and Pacey and
leaned over the bar, catching the barman’s attention with her cleavage.
“Five screwdrivers.” She said
flirtily, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“I’ll just have a diet coke.” Joey
called out, nuzzling noses with Dawson and he tightened his grip around her.
“Oh, oops, yeah, four.” Jen
corrected her order. “Don’t want to get the baby drunk. Not yet, anyway.”
Once the girls all had their
drinks and everyone began to feel a little more comfortable around each other,
Jen suggested a game of Pool.
“Oh, I’ll play.” Derek said
mischievously, his eyes following Jen around the room.
Pacey narrowed his eyes at Derek.
“You planning to hit on her?” He asked. Derek looked back at him and after a
pause, shrugged.
“Why not? I heard that weddings
were the best place to meet girls, and, well, this is sort of like one.”
****
“You do realize the wedding is on
Saturday.” Jen told Pacey, as they bought popcorn at the movie snack bar before
going to see a movie the next day.
“Duh.” Pacey said, rolling his
eyes.
“It’s Thursday—two days to go. I
can hardly believe it.” Jen sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I mean—I never thought those two
could last longer then six months.” Jen said, smiling and flickering an
eyebrow.
“Hmmmm.” Pacey replied in a bored
tone.
“I cannot wait.” Jen sighed.
“Oh and at the beach…It’s going to
be so romantic.”
Pacey raised an eyebrow as he paid
the girl behind the counter.
“Hit me or kiss me, but I don’t
think I’ve heard, ‘romantic.’ Come out of your lips yet.”
“Yeah.” Jen said, cocking her head
to one side and smiling.
“It’s like first time sex…new,
exciting, it hurts but it can be nice.” Jen smirked and tugged him along to where
Dawson and Joey were standing, Joey giggling at something he was saying.
“Come on my fellow friends.” Pacey
said, Jen laughing as he pretended to force them apart by stepping in between
them.
“There’s plenty of time for lurve
on your wedding night.”
“Shut up Pacey.” Joey exclaimed as
Dawson said, “That’s for sure.”
****
It was eight o clock and everyone
was quite relaxed as they sat around the table the next evening which was
Thursday, chattering and drinking from the large amount of wine left over from
the actual engagement party in New York, which Jen and Jack hadn’t been able to
attend.
The room was in semi-darkness,
candles glowing on the table cast out a very relaxing effect. Andie Jen and
Dawson were chattering up a storm about old faces they had seen and bumped into
that week, and then Andie and Jen described their ‘bridesmaid’ dresses to an
enthralled Dawson.
“Really simple, strappy summer
dressy-type thingies.” Jen said, pouring herself and Andie a glass of
Chardonnay.
“Mine’s this gorgeous pale blue
rayon? I think? Material with no sleeves, it’s a boobtube type top and…”
“She looks beautiful in it.” Andie
finished off, holding a hand to her heart mockingly.
“Hmm.” Dawson replied, nodding,
and he picked up a bottle of red, inspecting the label.
“The weird thing is I can’t wear a
bra underneath it, not even a strapless one. But it doesn’t look bad, in fact
my boobs hold it up.” Jen said briskly, indicating how with her hands. “Same
goes with Joey’s, except her breasts are slightly smaller…I always thought she
wore a Wonderbra or something, just never got up the nerve to ask. You’d know,
does she?”
Dawson nearly dropped the bottle
and Jen and Andie exploded into giggles.
On the other side of the table,
Jack Joey and Pacey were discussing the trials and tribulations of their jobs.
“My secretary is a stupid bitch.”
Joey said crossly. “She’s malicious, mean, wears the worst clothes and always
flirts with Dawson whenever he comes to the office…. or any male who comes to
my office. She literally sits on the desk with those legs apart. She glares at
me for no reason and I can’t do a thing about it because she’s the boss’s
daughter!”
Jack chuckled. “From what I can
tell, perhaps she’s jealous of you?”
“Probably.” Joey said airily. “But
then who cares? She’ll never get anywhere—honestly, she’s an untalented ho.”
Joey worked as deputy editor of In
Style magazine. Not the best job according to her, but pretty okay for a
someone in their late twenties. She was always moving around, from Newspaper to
Newspaper and now magazines. She considered perhaps later writing books but
what she really wanted to be was a journalist for a big-shot newspaper. If
things went well that possibility might become a reality.
“I wouldn’t mind having a pretty
secretary to wait on me day and night.” Pacey said laughingly, blowing on his
nails. “But my tiresome stints are followed closely by just an old fart in
green jeans.”
Jack and Joey laughed, knowing he
meant his agent Tommy who was really a good guy, just…. gay, though he had a
partner so Pacey had never worried about Tommy hitting on him or anything. His
female co-stars in the acting world seemed to do that a lot, though, not that
Pacey minded at all.
Jack himself was a caterer, and
luckily quite a successful one at that. And he had eagerly offered to do the
wedding to which Joey and Dawson had happily accepted.
“Well it’s different for me.” Joey
replied. “I always thought all those blonde secretary’s in movies and TV shows
were all cliché’s and shit but I guess it all happens in real life, too.”
“Does Dawson have a beautiful girl
to wait on him day and night, other then you of course….” Pacey sniggered.
“Har-har.” Joey said slowly, rolling her eyes and clicking her fingers at Jen,
indicating ‘Please pass the Water!’
“Yeah, he does have an
‘assistant,’ but she’s harmless.” Joey smirked.
“Don’t think he’ll crack onto her
ever, while I’m around.”
Jack and Pacey could definitely
believe that…. as well as being beautiful, Joey was strong willed, kind,
warm-hearted and Dawson had struggled for too long to finally ‘get’ her, then
to just throw it all away for a fling. And he wasn’t the guy to do that,
either.
****
Joey stepped out of the shower and
toweling off, reached for her bathrobe. She pulled it on and picked up her
comb, combing out her damp unruly hair and inspecting her face in the mirror.
Red, glowing cheeks which was surprising since all that morning she had felt
quite ill. It was now ten, and Dawson was in the bedroom, fussing about and
getting dressed. Joey smiled to herself. He had looked so handsome with his wet
hair, newly brushed teeth and only a towel draped around his body, which was
amazingly toned and structured thanks to all the exercise he liked to do now.
If she hadn’t have been feeling so ill-weathered and tired she would have
whipped the towel off and given his old bed a test run to see if it needed
replacing.
“I feel much better now.” She
mused, taking in her appearance. Not bad…. she looked kind of sexy in a clean,
fresh natural way.
Striding out of the bathroom, she
walked into the bedroom and shut the door firmly behind her. “Hey,” Dawson said
from the bed where he was sitting on the edge, about to put a shirt on.
“Hi.” She said cheerily, bounding
over to him. She climbed into his lap and straddled him, enabling him to put
his shirt on.
“You feeling better now?” he
murmured into her ear, letting her discard his shirt to the floor and climb
further into his lap, her hair brushing over his face deliciously.
“Hm-hm.” She replied, leaning her
shoulders back so he could slip her dressing gown off with more ease.
She immediately reached into his
pants and he laughed throatily, her dressing gown slipping down to her waist to
expose her breasts and shoulders. Dawson nuzzled her neck, inhaling the sweet
smell of soap and body lotion and was glad she wanted to make love. Joey
usually liked making love in the mornings, she claimed it was the best way to
wake up and face the day, why need caffeine otherwise?
The first thing he had felt like
doing was just that this morning, but she wasn’t up to it, so tired she could
barely lift a finger. She could certainly lift a finger now, and she placed
both hands on his chest, gently forcing him down onto his back.
A few moments later they lay
wrapped together, his hand cupping her breast in the palm of his hand. Finally
getting her breath back, Joey spoke. “Remember the first time we did it? In New
York last year?”
“Hmmm.” He murmured, kissing her
neck. “I think I distinctly remember you saying….’That was the best fuck I’ve
ever had in my life!’”
Joey giggled and turned around to
face him, pressing her body into his. “I was on a perpetual high.”
“So you were lying?”
“No.” Joey said, laying moist,
soft kisses on his jaw.
“If I was lying would I have
insisted we do it again?”
“And again…and again….” Dawson
chuckled at the memory. “I couldn’t look my roommate in the eye for a whole
month when I realized he was home about the same time we were damaging the
mattress.”
“Scott is coming up Saturday,
right?” Joey laughed, playing with his fingers as she, too, remembered the
embarrassment Dawson had suffered every time they walked into the kitchen the
next morning, to see Scott grinning like the Chesire Cat. “Have a good night?”
he’d ask slyly.
Dawson remembered that once, the
night after he had proposed they had been lying in bed together, in the similar
pose they were in now. And he had started to think about their future. He had
wondered idly what it’d be like to spend many, many more evenings like that. He
had liked that idea. Oh yeah, he was definitely ready.
Of all the girlfriends he had had,
Joey was the one he had loved the most. He didn’t think he needed a reason—he
just felt that way. He loved her almost too much, and that scared him. What if
something happened to her? But he pushed those thoughts away. He was,
indefinitely, in love. And the way she had opened her eyes and smiled lustily
at him, he was sure she was as well. It wasn’t just the sex. Or the kisses. Or
the talks. Or the way they had so much fun together. It was also the way they
knew each other. Almost too well.
Dawson then nodded to Joey’s
question. “Yep. He called me last week.”
“Good.” Joey then sighed.
“Speaking of, well, moving,” Joey
said reluctantly. “I have to go and do the whole beauty thing with Jen and
Andie in like twenty minutes.” She moaned and got up, Dawson’s hand still on
her breast.
“I might not see you until
tomorrow…..I’m gonna be busy, you’re gonna be busy and it’s bad luck to see me
before the wedding.” She teased him, slowly slipping out of his grip and
selecting a pile of clothes to put on.
“Dawson! DAWSON! You here?” they
could hear Pacey hollering from downstairs.
“Jeez—I’m not even dressed yet.”
Dawson grumbled, hastily starting to redress.
“Yeah, coming!” he called back,
shoving open the door.
Joey applied some lipstick, then
grabbed her bag, “Okay honey, I’m leaving.” She said softly, as Dawson wrestled
with his trouser zip. He abandoned it and quickly picked Joey up and kissed her
sweetly.
“See….” He kissed her again. “You
tomorrow….”
“I love you.” Joey said lightly,
smiling into his mouth. “Can you believe?”
“Hmmm yeah.” He replied teasingly,
caressing her neck.
“Okay, Dawson, sorry to---whoa.”
Pacey stopped in his tracks when he saw Dawson and Joey standing closely
together, his fly undone, their mouths pressed intimately together as they
talked quietly.
“You two were…um… weren’t you?
Whoa, sorry guys—“ Pacey said sheepishly, looking the other way. He was holding
two dresses on hangers, Jen and Andie’s bridesmaid outfits.
“No, actually we had just
finished.” Joey smirked, untangling herself from Dawson, then she flew out the
door, blowing a kiss.
Dawson chuckled, a bit
embarrassed.
“So.” Pacey said, rubbing his
hands together. “Jack’s coming over in a few to prepare—today might be
interesting.”
He then blinked. “It’s your last
day as a single man, too.” He placed the dresses on the bed and pulled a
plastic bag out of his pocket. “For tonight.” He grinned.
“Don’t do any now.” Dawson said,
running a hand through his hair.
“Nah, couldn’t be bothered. And
don’t expect running on train tracks or spray painting the local high school, I
think it’s going to be pretty tame…strip joint, maybe…”
Two hours later….
“Okay. I’m going to interview you,
then Pacey, then everyone else.” Dawson said slowly, backing up with his
camera, the view on Jack as he prepared the catering in the kitchen.
“Dawson, I’m not photogenic.” Jack
complained.
“Pacey is, though. Go film him.”
There was a crash from upstairs, and Dawson caught a whiff of something
familiar.
“I think I’ll go investigate what
he’s up too.” Dawson said thoughtfully. Jack put down his knife and followed
Dawson up the stairs.
“Oh…my…god…” Jack laughed, as they
rounded the corner, and Dawson jumped back, his video camera nearly dropping.
Pacey grinned and flickered his
eyebrow as he strolled towards them, decked out in Jen’s bridesmaid dress,
heels and Joey’s flower headdress.
“I am a natural.” He drawled,
stretching one muscular leg out.
“Pacey! I told you not to smoke
any weed!” Dawson exclaimed. Despite his shock he continued to film a grinning
Pacey strutting around.
“If Jen finds out what you’re
doing, she’ll KILL you!” Dawson continued, watching as Pacey applied lipstick.
Jack wad doubled over in the
corner, laughing uproariously.
“Do you find me attractive, Jack?”
Pacey said in a high-pitched voice.
Dawson started to laugh as well.
“I think---I think I will be going. Now.” Jack choked out. “And I think you
should take heed to Dawson’s words of advice. Jen WILL kill you if she sees you
in her dress!”
****
“Aren’t you a little nervous that
they might go overboard with the having fun thing tonight?” Jen asked Joey
curiously as a beautician worked furiously on her nails.
“I think I gave it good to Dawson
this morning to last him at least till tomorrow.” Joey said airily. “He’s not
going to succumb to some stripper’s slutty charms anytime soon—knowing Pacey
that’s probably what they’ll do, too.”
Jen screeched with laughter.
“You’re too much.”
“So, what’s on the agenda for us
tonight?” Andie asked as she flipped through a magazine. “It’s just gonna be us
three—the rest of the girls are going to a nightclub or something,
tourist-hopping and I think it’s best we don’t join them.”
“I agree.” Joey said, nodding.
“The last thing I want is to wake up with a hangover, and looking like absolute
shit.”
“It says here, that ‘the bride
should always have a long bath and participate in some aromatherapy’.” Andie
read from the Cosmopolitan Brides special.
“What if she’s pregnant?” Joey
spoke up, giggling a little.
“I still can’t believe you are.”
Andie gushed.
“Have you decided when you’ll
announce it to everyone else?” Jen asked.
“Certainly not at the wedding!”
Joey laughed. “I think when I’m a bit more pregnant, like four months. When
it’s---you know, certain that I’m actually having a baby.”
“Always the safe idea.” Jen
agreed. “I say after this we go and catch a movie. I heard Summer Sisters was
pretty good.” Andie suggested.
“Or maybe that French film. Then
afterwards we can go and grab some lunch.” “Oooh, yes, sounds good.” Joey said
excitedly, beaming.
****
“Ugh, can you bring me my perfume?
It needs time to spread!” Joey called to Jen. Jen came scurrying in, holding a
large bottle of Ck one. “What’s this?” Joey asked, fingering the bottle.
“I can’t find yours. This is
mine.”
“But—Dawson likes mine better.”
Joey said worriedly. “He loves the Donna Karan one.”
“I don’t think he’ll care, Jo.”
Jen said hurriedly, squirting the bottle onto Joey’s neck.
Joey’s cool, calm and in-check
composure had diminished about ten minutes ago, as she scurried around in her
underwear, sighing, staring out windows, playing with her hair, picking up
photo albums and rifling through them.
”I’m sooo nervous.” Joey admitted
to Jen, as Jen helped her into the simple, white slip gown, and zipped up the
side.
“You look beautiful. Like a Calvin
Klein model.” Jen reassured her, fitting the bodice over Joey’s chest.
“It’s not just that.” Joey said,
but she looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if it was true.
Her hair was delicately curled and
hung around her shoulders; a simple flower headdress made up of white and yellow
flowers was placed on her head. Her makeup was simple, but accentuated her
features. She had to agree, she did look pretty good. She felt herself relax
some.
“Long time commitment is scary!”
Jen agreed, laughing. She hugged Joey. “It’s ok, honey. We’re all here for you.
Now it’s time to have some fun, okay?”
Joey nodded. “Yes.” Gale knocked
on the door. ”Joey! I have your sandwich! Your not going without eating,
honey!” she barged in, and stopped.
“Oh, Joey.” She gasped.
“You look fantastic!” she handed
Joey the sandwich and a card, then beckoned the photographer in, who snapped a
picture of Jen and Joey, Joey and Gale and then Joey reading the card, which
was from her fiancée. ****
The ceremony was beautiful. It was
casual, yet romantic, and short. Dawson couldn’t believe how amazing his wife
looked, and he couldn’t take his hands off her. Photos were then taken, and the
guests sprawled about the beach, drinking champagne and talking amongst
themselves.
“Okay I think you two should
kiss.’ Jen advised the happy couple. “What? Oh no, that’s so cheesy…” Joey
started to say but she was broken off by Dawson kissing her.
Jen grinned as the photographer
captured it. Later on they all agreed that was the best photo, the ocean in the
background, the surprised smile on her face, Jen’s laughing eyes as she
watched.
Lunch was definitely fun, and
there was dancing and live music by the spectacular pool, which was the
stunning aspect of the resort everyone loved. At midnight, whilst everyone was
still partying, the twosome snuck away and spent a memorable evening at the
hotel.
Packing the next day was sad for
Jen, who had thoroughly enjoyed the past week. She vowed if she ever got
married she’d have her wedding here, too. Jen, Andie, Pacey, and a few other
people saw the couple off and Jen knew by the sparkling eyes, secret smiles and
satisfied expressions on their faces that the night had gone…smoothly.
Hopefully their marriage would, too. But then who knew?
The
End