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Author: Cariann |
�Joey,� the voice called out.
Joey looked up as the blonde hair boy walked up to her. Spike watched him. He wanted to kill him already.
�Hey Dawson,� Joey quietly said.
�What are you doing out here?� Dawson asked sitting in the swing next to her.
�Just thinking,� Joey replied.
�About us?� Dawson inquired.
Joey sighed. �Not everything in life is about us Dawson.�
Dawson got a shocked look on his face at the thought that not everything was about him. �So what are you thinking about,� he asked still not believing anyone could think of anything besides him.
�Stuff. I don�t really want to talk about it,� she answered.
They fell into silence, and the urge to kill the boy grew in Spike. Finally, Dawson broke the silence. �I always think of this as our swing set.�
Joey sighed again. �Things are complicated right now.�
�They don�t have to be,� Dawson answered moving his swing closer to hers.
Spike repressed a laugh. He couldn�t believe this guy.
�Dawson I really don�t need this right now,� Joey pleaded.
�It�s not just going to go away Jo.� Dawson rested his hand on Joey�s arm. �We have too much history.�
Joey turned to face Dawson. �And it�s just that. History.�
�History repeats itself,� Dawson insisted.
�Only when you don�t learn from past mistakes,� Joey replied.
�Are you saying we were a mistake?� Dawson asked.
�Things didn�t work for a reason Dawson,� Joey explained.
�Because you wouldn�t give it a chance,� Dawson whined.
�Or maybe because we were meant to be nothing more than friends,� Joey replied.
�I don�t believe that,� Dawson insisted.
Joey rested her hand over Dawson�s. �But I do. I�m sorry Dawson.�
Joey stood up, and started to walk away. Dawson stood up as well. �Joey, you can�t mean that,� he shouted. Joey stopped her back still to Dawson. �We�re soul mates Jo, all roads lead back to me.�
Joey turned around slowly. �That may be what the script says Dawson, but this isn�t a poorly scripted drama. I�ve changed Dawson. I�ve moved on. I don�t want to hurt you, but I can�t lie to you, or myself anymore to protect you. What we had is over. I�m sorry, but just deal with it.�
Joey turned around, and walked away. Dawson stared after her his face contorting as he forced tears to come to his eyes. He choked out a sob, and collapsed back onto the swing. Spike watched in amusement. He walked out of the shadows clapping.
�That was just beautiful, touching really,� he laughed. Dawson looked up to see Spike walking towards him. �Whining, and acting like a pansy is the sure way to get the girl. Women just love that.�
�That was a private conversation,� Dawson said getting mad.
�It�s public park, mate.�
�Go away,� Dawson ordered.
�Make me,� Spike challenged. Dawson stood up trying to look serious, and Spike just laughed. �What are you going to do?� Spike asked.
�I�m leaving,� Dawson declared taking a step back.
�No your not,� Spike asserted, as his face changed.
Dawson yelped like a little girl, and tried to run away, but Spike caught him easily around the neck. Spike held him as Dawson struggled weakly to free himself.
�Let me go,� Dawson cried.
�Come on, do you really think I�m going to do that?�
�Please, please don�t hurt me,� Dawson begged.
�Now where�s the fun in that?� Spike asked.
�I�ll do anything, please just don�t bite me,� Dawson begged.
�Like I�d bite you,� Spike laughed. Dawson sighed in relief, but his relief was short lived as Spike twisted his hand effectively snapping Dawson�s neck. �Doesn�t mean I won�t kill you.�
Spike removed his hand, and Dawson�s body fell to the ground with a thud. �Now that was fun,� Spike said with a laugh.
The Moral of the Story - Some people are too gross to eat, but not to kill.