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Author: Cariann |
"One, two, three," Dawson chanted.
He pounded his fist into his open palm at each number, and on the fourth hit his palms clapped together.
"I win," Joey exclaimed as she waved her two fingers at her best friend in a cutting motion.
"It�s no fair, you are always scissors," Dawson whined.
"I�m not always scissors," Joey protested.
Dawson sighed, and flopped on to his back. "I�m bored," he complained.
Pacey looked up from his place in the chair on the other side of the room where he is flipping through a magazine. "Man this chick is hot. Where�d you get this magazine Dawson?"
Dawson glances over at Pacey. "I have a subscription." Joey gives Dawson a weird look. "It�s an independent film magazine," he explained.
"Oh, figures Pacey could find something dirty in that," Joey said with disgust.
"Hey it�s Dawson�s magazine," Pacey protested. "It�s not my fault it contains big chested, scantily clad women."
"Pig," Joey spat out.
"Prude," Pacey shot back.
Joey glared at Pacey.
"Can you guys please try to get along for once," Dawson begged.
"It�s not my fault he�s missed a few steps on the evolutionary chart," Joey said in defense.
"Well, it�s not my fault you are an uptight shrewd," Pacey shot back.
Dawson groans, and stands up. He walks over to his desk, and picks up a pair of scissors.
"Bite me Pacey."
Dawson turns around scissors in hand. "You guys are unbelievable. I mean is it too much to ask that you try to get along," Dawson exclaimed.
"Well if he kept his mouth shut, we�d get along fine," Joey argued.
"Likewise babe," Pacey retorted.
"Did you just call me babe?" Joey asked angrily.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Pacey asked with a cocky grin.
"Enough," Dawson shouted waving the scissors in the air. "Joey would you please stop egging him on."
"Me," she shouted. "Why�s this my fault?? He started it."
"What are we on the playground again, Jo?" Pacey asked. "He started it," Pacey said in a whiny girls voice.
Joey throws her hands in the air. "That�s it. I�m out of here," she declared.
Joey walked out of the door. Dawson glared at Pacey, and Pacey looked at him with a "what I�m innocent look".
"Joey wait," Dawson shouted, and ran out in the hall after her.
Pacey chuckled to himself, and went back to looking at the magazine. Within seconds he heard a loud thud in the hallway.
"Oh my God," Joey screamed from the hallway.
Pacey shot up out of his chair, and ran into the hallway. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Joey kneeling beside Dawson�s body. He was lying face down on the carpet with Joey sobbing beside him. Pacey rushed over to them, and knelt down. He turned Dawson over, and gasped when he saw the pair of scissors sticking out from Dawson�s gut.
"Holy shit!!!"
The moral of the story: Your mother always told you not to run with scissors.