Behind the scenes
part 7

Author's Name: yossh

Title: Britney's Creek

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.***

Katie paced in her apartment, too nervous to sit. She tucked away a strand of hair, behind her ear. This wasn't her first stage kiss, but then again, she didn't have to kiss a friend. Today her character, Joey would be kissing James' character, Dawson. She stretched her arms out and swung them round and round, trying to ease the tension in her shoulder.
"Ugh." She groaned to herself. Nothing was relaxing those knots of muscle. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of track pants. The last time she jogged was to her elevator before the door slammed shut in her face. She wasn't even sure if ten quick steps even qualified as a jog. After changing from her PJ to her ultra-running suit, she pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail.
She patted herself on the back for bringing a sweater with her. The air was kind of chilly and her tank top didn't provide much warmth. She stood in front of her apartment, surveying which route to take. The beach looked very appealing, but the pavement would definitely keep the sand out of her sneakers. Besides, the wind was much stronger at the beach. "Hey!" Josh called from behind, with Shumba jumping around behind him. She couldn't help, but smile at his just-got-out-bed look. She had to clench her hands to keep from smoothing his hair into place.
"Do you jog at this ungodly hour everyday?" He asked incredulously in-between stifled yawns. "Walking your dog?" She asked, deliberately ignoring his question. "No one walks their morning stiffy, Katie." He said matter-of-factly. She rolled her eyes, trying hard not to let her eyes wander down to his crotch. "You are welcome to join us though. We're just going to take a stroll down the beach." He offered her the invitation. "Sure. I was going that way anyway." She tied the sweater around her waist, suddenly feeling a little hot.
She stared out at the sea, loving the soft breeze that was enveloping her. "Why the sudden urge to jog?" He asked out of curiosity as he walked next to her. "Have you seen any of my wardrobe? All shorts! I don't need to be bombarded by she's-too-fat-to-be-in-a-TV-show mails." She kicked the sand beneath her feet, chuckling to herself. "You're hardly fat. You look very healthy and athletic." He argued. "Healthy and athletic, you sure know how to flatter a girl." She teased lightly. "Believe it or not, I'm the only non-athletic member of my family." She continued. "Well?" He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head a little. "Well, what?" "Jog." He stated obviously. "Isn't that why you came here in the first place?" She gave him a quizzical look. "Now?" "Go on." He urged.
Somehow she didn't like the tone of mischief in his voice and the little twinkle in his eyes. However, he was right. She came here to get her ass in gear. She gave a little shrug before breaking out into a trot. After running a couple of feet, she turned around and gave him a little wave; her feet still in motion. He smiled and waved wildly back at her. She gave her head a little shake, swiveled back a little too fast and lost her balance, falling flat onto the sand.
"Katie!" He shouted with concern, running to where she lay sprawled like a wounded animal, hugging her elbow tightly. "I'm fine." She squeaked before breaking into laughter. He bent down to examine her elbow, but she pushed him away, insisting that she was okay. She stood up quickly and brushed the sand from her clothes, wincing as she accidentally brushed the patch of raw skin on her elbow.
"You call that fucking fine?" He said in a much firmer tone than he usually used with her, grimacing as he remembered her elbow scratching over the grainy surface as she fell. "I'm breathing, aren't I?" She rolled her eyes, knowing fully well that he was just worried. "Really, I'm fine." She reassured him once more, this time more softly.
"Come here." He motioned. "I told you I am okay." "Just shut the fuck up and listen to me." He whispered in an almost pleading voice. She shrugged and did as he told. She took one step towards him. She watched him as he walked towards the cold seawater, bent down on one knee and carelessly dipped the edge of his shirt in it. He walked back to her and came close so that he could wipe her elbow gently with the wet cloth.
"You didn't have to…" She trailed off, as he looked up at her, the closeness too intoxicating for her to complete the sentence. He lowered his eyes and went back to finishing the task at hand. She sighed to herself. She could have sworn they were close enough that she was breathing in the air, he was breathing out.

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