| I've never been so alone... |
| His hair was shorter and his skin was now tanned but it was still him, the man she had loved for so long. He had slung over his shoulder a document bag and was carrying a big pile of papers and a stuffed animal. Joey�s heart jumped through her mouth. �Dawson?� He looked up and saw Joey. Her hair was much longer with a natural wave flowing through it. Its colour had reverted back to the original brown, much better than the red colour she was sporting last time they had seen each other. �Joey� He dropped his papers and bag on the floor and they lunged into a long hug. Dawson held Joey tightly, feeling how skinny she had become. She was always slight, but she seemed to have shrunk. �Good to see you, come in. But be quiet. I have...� �...Amy here? Mom told me when I was home yesterday,� Dawson leant down and collected his stuff. Joey grabbed Dawson�s hand on impulse and led him through the hallway, pass the sleeping Amy and to her kitchen. His hand was sweaty and hot and Joey didn�t miss the slight jump that he made. �Coffee?� Joey asked, turning the kettle on. She banged about the kitchen nervously, unsure of herself. �Yeah, that would be great. �He looked about. The view from the kitchen was of the park below. It was a tiny room, but Joey had put her mark on it, with quotes from books painted on the cupboard doors in her delicate handwriting. She had also papered one wall with pages from a book. �So I better apologise then?� Dawson said, taking a seat at her small bistro table in the corner of the kitchen. �Why?� Joey asked, knowing full well what he meant. �Not calling or writing? I just couldn�t handle it...I�ve been happily removing myself from your life for 5 years, habits are hard to break.� �Well, I won�t pretend I�m not upset. But I�m glad you are here.� She placed the coffee in front of him and took a seat opposite. �You look good,� She said, taking a sip. �You too. How�s work?� Joey froze. She hadn�t told anyone that she had quit work at the publishing company. When she told her boss he was disappointed, but knew she had the potential to be a great writing. He had offered her a one book deal and she had accepted it. �Fine. You? How�s Mr Spielberg himself?� �Okay. When you meet your hero, it kinda takes the shine of off it. But Steve�s a nice guy. I�m here scouting for locations for the film,� �Gail said something about that. I�m glad it all went ahead. It�s a good script.� She lied. The script was, at best, a mess. But she reasoned that she could never been objective when it came to his work. �I know you�re lying Potter. We got someone in to fix it. I was too close to it in the end.� Dawson�s face glazed over in sadness. They both knew why. �Well, seeing as your being honest I will too. I�m not working for the publishing company any more. I quit.� �What? Joey why didn�t you tell me?� �Same reason you didn�t tell me! I was trying to deal with everything that happened with Pacey and I wanted to follow my dream too. You�re in Hollywood, Audrey�s on stage, Andie�s a doctor. Even Pacey is doing something he wants. I just settled for editing because I was too scared to write. But I�m doing what I want now.� �That�s great Joey, I�m really happy for you. But what about Pacey? Where is he?� Dawson eyed up the kitchen, looking for signs of Pacey�s presence. �He�s gone. About 5 months ago he sold up and went to �find himself�. I suppose it was karma giving me a kick up the ass.� She smiled at Dawson, hoping he would pick up the reference to their previous life. Dawson smiled back and reached over the table to grab Joey�s hand. �I�m really sorry Jo. I mean that. I know I�ve been acting like you aren�t important to me but you are.� Joey blushed. She could see he was being honest. They sat and chatted for a while about life, what everyone else was doing and, of course, Amy. Joey could tell that Dawson was infatuated with the little girl. She knew from Jack that he sent her letters, telling her all about Jen. Jack had been keeping them in a book to give to her when she was older. Joey had been doing something similar, sketching pictures for Amy to remember her mother. �Joey! Where is you?� they both heard the little girl cry from the front room. �So the princess awakens!� Joey walked over to the kitchen door and opened it. �Here we are. You remember Dawson don�t you?� |