Behind the Scenes

part 14

Author's Name: yossh

Title: Behind the scenes

Part: Classification: K/j

Rating: PG-13

Short summary: *** this fanfic is a Josh and Katie romance that tells the story of the relationship Joshua Jackson and Katie Holmes behind the scenes of Dawson's Creek.***

"Hello" Katie answered the phone in her hotel room. "This is Rio's Pizzeria and we were wondering if you ordered an order of tabouli salad, five chicken gyros with no onions, no lettuce-" A voice laced with thick Arabic accent talked into the phone. "Josh? This that you?" She asked with uncertainty. She hoped to God that it was because she sure as hell didn't order five gyros! "You got me." She let out a sigh of relief. "How did you know that I'd be over with shooting at 4 in the morning?" She had just got back from shooting and the phone rang the moment she entered the room. "I didn't. I just called every hour." She could hear some noise in the background. Laughing and hooting. He was probably at the premiere party. She hated that she was missing it. She sighed into the phone. She missed him terribly. "So how are you?" He asked.
"Okay, I guess. A little tired though." She was exhausted. Her feet were killing her and she had a splitting headache. "How are you liking Vancouver?" "It's beautiful here." Vancouver was truly a great place. It was no wonder that he missed the place so much. "I'm glad that you like it." "Yeah." Silence. "So…" It was a little awkward, but what did she expect. They hadn't even been on a date yet and here they were trying to work out a long distance relationship.
"So…" He cleared his throat. "This is a little weird." She spoke up. "Not weird, just uncomfortable." He was right. This was uncomfortable. The silence just hung in the air and she didn't know what to say, but "Yeah." "Well, don't forget to check out all the places that I told you about." He reminded her. "I won't forget." She tried to say as cheerfully as possible. She didn't want him to hear the lump in her throat she was trying so hard to swallow. She could tell that the conversation was coming to an end, but she didn't want to hang up. However, the thought of another one minute long silence wasn't appealing either.
"Look, I've got to go. Gotta take a shower then hit the sack." She didn't want to be hung up on and so she lied. "Yeah. Nite." "Nite." She said softly, placing the phone back on the hook. Only a couple of days ago, they had said the exact words, only back then she was left with a warm fuzzy feeling. Now all she felt was emptiness.
"I can't even wear a bra?" Katie complained to the Trish, the costume designer. "Hon, Rachel wouldn't wear a bra." Trish mumbled with pins nebbed between her lips. "Gee, maybe someone should tell Rachel the reason the school jock is after her is because her nipples are showing." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Someone's cranky today. What is it? PMS?" "Why does everyone assume that if a woman is in a foul mood it's automatically PMS?" She asked frustrated. "Maybe next time Rachel should wear a tighter outfit. How about the look Jodie Foster had in the Accused?" The older woman threatened jokingly. "I'm sorry. It's just that last night was the premiere party. We were all supposed to watch it together at the party and I totally missed out on it." "You're going to be missing out a whole lot since your sweet cheeks are gonna be here for three whole months." Trish patted her butt lightly. "Sweet cheeks." Katie giggled. "Glad I could be of service." She said, referring to the smile on Katie's face.
Katie swung the bag over her shoulder as she walked from the parking lot to the main hotel entrance. She quickly pushed up her sunglasses. She wasn't being arrogant, but who knew someone might recognize her. It had been a week now since she had talked to Josh. He never called again and she didn't blame him. She didn't know what to say to him anyway. She frowned. Their relationship was doomed from the very beginning. Whatever made them think that they could stay in a relationship where in the first three months, they had to be apart. She quickly smiled at the doorman, who held the door for her and she entered the lobby, walking as fast as she could, hoping to catch the elevator, which was just about to close.
"Wait!" She called out. She panted as she reached the door and smiled brightly at her co-star, James Marsden. "Thanks." She got in and pressed the tenth floor. She looked at him once again and smiled. She hated being in an elevator and have absolutely nothing to talk about. She kept her eyes on her new pair of shoes, hoping that the darn thing would reach her floor already. "Tired?" He asked her, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Yeah. Definitely." She answered a bit too eagerly. Bing! She let out a breath she had been holding this entire time and waved goodbye to him as he got off at the eighth floor. She leaned back against the cool metal wall and let the tension leave her body. She slowly peeled off her shoes, one by one as the number crept up to ten. Bing!
She held the shoes in her right hand loosely and made her way to room 1005. She swayed a little from exhaustion, using her hand to brace herself against the wall occasionally. She stopped dead in her tracks as she stood in front of the door to her room. She glanced at her wristwatch, 5a.m. There was a figure sitting on the floor, his back against the door and his head on his knee. It was Josh.
"How long have you been waiting outside?" She asked, her eyes on the blue duffel bag he had brought with him. "I don't know. Four, five hours?" He called out from the bathroom. He was washing his face. "Wow." She mouthed to herself. She hadn't expected him to come all the way from Wilmington to Vancouver, to see her. Hell, she didn't even expect a phone call. "You should've called first or even ask the reception to let you in." "Do you think that they would've let me in? Besides, I wanted to surprise you." He walked out, drying his face with a small hand towel. "And surprise me you did." She watched him bend over to take out a T-shirt from his bag. She drew in a sharp breath when he peeled the sweater off then replaced his bare body with the white shirt. Her mouth dropped as he unzipped his jeans and carefully folded it then placed it on sofa. He was standing in a hotel room in his boxer and a shirt.
"I guess I should go take a shower then." She rose to her feet slowly; reaching for her robe then quickly got into the bathroom. She sighed to herself. This was too much. How was she supposed to sleep with that man in the same room? She turned on the shower and got in, resting her head against the tiled wall. This was going to one hell of a long night. She debated whether to wear her robe to sleep or not. She definitely didn't want him to see her in her tacky sleep wear. She vigorously scrubbed her body clean, wanting to get back to the room. The thought of him lying on the bed waiting for her excited her incredibly. The warm shower of water cascading over her naked body did nothing to calm her down. Abruptly with one twist of a knob, she changed the water to a chilling temperature. She shuddered a little before turning off the shower then drying herself quickly.
"Noooo!" She groaned to herself. She had left her clothes outside, where he was. Her clothes and her underwear. For one short second, she thought of not wearing any to bed. How could she ask him to get her underwear for her? She couldn't. Never. She opened the door to a small crack and peeked outside. He was flipping through some channels on the TV.
"Josh?" She called out. At that moment, the commercial filled screen suddenly contained images that weren't meant for little eyes. "Uh…" He stuttered, fumbling to turn it off with the remote. "Yes?" He asked, once ridding the room from the sounds of moans.
"Can you get me my clothes? They are in the closet. The tank and flannel pants." She tried to point out, but realized that by doing that she was exposing more of herself. "Ummm…wait." He jumped up from the sofa. He sifted through it until he found her clothes then handed them to her without even looking in her direction. "Thanks." She grabbed the clothes from his hand and closed the door. She was embarrassed, but surprising aroused too. She was a virgin by all means, but that didn't mean that she wasn't curious as to what the mailman and the housewife were doing in the TV. She slapped herself on the forehead, trying to shake off the image and quickly got changed, without underwear. She opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom with a trail of steam following her.
"You should sleep. We can talk tomorrow." He stood up and surveyed the room, the king-size bed. "I'll take the floor." He smiled, tossing the nearest pillow to the carpeted floor. "You can't sleep on the floor." She protested. "One kiss doesn't warrant a night in the same bed." He winked. She slowly walked up to him. "Sometimes…" She held his hand gently and led him towards the bed. "One kiss is all it takes."

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