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Part Five: Movie Theories
They turned the corner and Pacey winced, knowing exactly what Joey's reaction would be to what their wall looked like now. She looked up and her jaw dropped. "Oh my god!" Pacey let out a deep breath which he hadn't even realized he was holding in. Joey looked horrified. Correction: Joey was horrified! What had once been a declaration of love was now a declaration of hatred. For a few seconds, all of Capeside, it seemed, was deadly quiet. The silence was deafening. But it was broken when Joey let out a stranged sob. She wasn't going to cry. There was no way she was going to let herself cry over this. The edge of the 'A', the 'E' and the 'Y' from Pacey's message still poked out from under the black paint which had been carelessly splattered over it. It was very uneven, and there was a lot of the paint splattered on the ground below it as well. She tried to say something, but no words came out. She started to back away from it, not trusting herselfn to do anything else. Pacey looked from her to the wall and then back, unsure of what her next move would be. The wall had several pictures scattered randomly over it. Some were just of Joey and Dawson, some of Joey and Pacey, some of Pacey and Dawson and some of all three of them. Some were just of Joey, some just of Pacey, and there were even a few of Pacey and Andie! There was blood red paint splattered on the photos, and several bottles lying on the ground. All very strong stuff, the kind that would knock even a very heavy drinker down after just a couple of drinks. Joey took two steps backwards, and Pacey watched her curiously, wondering what she was about to do. For once he just couldn't read what was going on in her head. Probably something similar to what was going on in his head when he saw it. That was most definitely not a good thing, Pacey decided pretty quickly. She turned, and without a word, she sprinted away as fast as she could. "SHIT!" Pacey screamed. "Jo! Joey! Jo! Jo!" She kept running. "Oh my god! Joey! Come back! Wait!" he screamed, but she didn't stop for a second. She didn't even slow down. In fact, she spend up. "Joey! Wait!!!" he screamed frantically, but it was no use. Joey had already made it around the corner and was out of his sight. "Shit," he muttered as he slid down to the ground and leant against the wall, resting his head in his hands.
Pacey plodded towards True Love, hoping to god that she was there. He'd been all over town looking for her, and still hadn't succeeded after two hours. The boat had, in fact, been the first place he'd looked in, and she hadn't been there (obviously). But that was two hours ago. She might have finally made her way there. Or not. He was only about twenty metres from the boat when someone jumped out in front of him, steam coming out of their ears. "You sick, horny bastard!" they yelled, infuriated. Pacey stopped in his tracks and resisted the urge he had to simply tear them to pieces. "Dawson," Pacey muttered quietly. "What exactly were you trying to prove?" he asked, aware that this already sounded like a 'conversation' which they'd had on the docks several months before. "I was right, wasn't I?" Dawson asked. "About what?" "You. What you wanted from Joey," the blonde spat. Pacey's lips formed one thin line and his fists were tightly clenched against his sides. "And what is it that I want from Joey?" Pacey asked, his voice tight. "Sex," Dawson said angrily. Pacey scoffed. "Yep, Dawson. That's right. I threw away every perfectly good friendship which I had, all for a chance of gettin' some," he said sarcastically. "Cut the crap, Dawson! You don't have a f*cking clue why I'm with Joey, do you?" "Oh I think I do," Dawson said smugly. "Forget it," Pacey muttered. "You're not worth wasting my breath on." He then brushed past Dawson, headingtowards the boat. Dawson watched him for a couple of seconds, then changed his mind. Grabbing Pacey by the back of his shirt collar, he screamed, "You don't walk away like that! You stay here and we finish this like men!" Despite the current situation, Pacey had to laugh. "Like men?" he scoffed. "Dawson, name one 'manly' thing you've done in the past, uh, THREE MONTHS!" "Set Joey free," he said. "Oh. Well isn't that great? You took the leash off of your little puppies neck. Is that it?" Pacey said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Look, Pacey. I don't see you letting Joey go, do I?" "That's because Joey doesn't WANT to be let go! Not by me!" Pacey said, not meaning to sound as though he were boasting. He didn't mean to sound conceited, he just knew that it was the truth... at least he hoped so. Dawson scoffed again, and began to speak, but Pacey beat him to it. "Anyway, Dawson? Why do you insist on making me the bad guy? What about the wall? What about Andie? Are those the actions of a hero? 'Cos they sure sound like the actions of a villian to me," Pacey told him. Playing along with Pacey's over-used 'movie theory', Dawson replied, "Read the script, Pacey. The next scene is the one in which your character finds the beautiful woman sobbing, curled up, knees to chest. Your character tries to comfort her, but she pushes you away, thus leading up to the tragic break-up." Dawson then held his hand to his chest and pretended to sob. Sarcastically and mockingly, of course. Pacey glared at him for a moment, then stalked off in search of Joey. He just hoped that Dawson's movie theory was wrong.
"Joey?" Pacey asked cautiously as he stepped aboard the boat. "Hey Jo, you here?" He heard two choked sobs coming from inside the cabin, so he followed them. Sure enough, Joey was sitting there sobbing softly, curled up, knees to chest. "Hey Jo," he said softly as he sat down on the bed beside her. She moved away. "You ok?" he asked, hurt and worried. Dawson's movie theory COULDN'T be right. He refused to believe it. She grunted in response. "Look, Joey, I'm sorry about the wall. But it's not the end of the world. Tomorrow - you and I - we'll go down there. We'll rip off the photos and we'll paint over it. We'll clean up all the old bottles and rubbish, and we'll find out what really happened this summer. Not just to Dawson, but to all of Capeside." Joey didn't acknowledge him AT ALL this time. "C'mon, Jo! ANSWER ME! Tell me that you can hear what I'm saying! Agree! DISAGREE! Just, just PLEASE do something," Pacey pleeded. "Ok, Pace. I'll do something," she finally said. "How's this sound?" "What?" "I... We need to spend some time alone."
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