Behind the Scenes

part 8

Author's Name: yoshh

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.***

"Alright everyone. Places!" Allan Arkush shouted out. "Now I want all of you to run from here," he pointed to the starting point of a series of lockers, "and run as fast as you can through that door over there. Josh, I need you to run and put on the shirt at the same time. He'll be leading the way so just follow closely."
The five actors nodded to the director's instructions and took their places. As soon as the marker was snapped, Josh sped off. The four cast members, including Monica Keena who was guest starring, were right behind him, their sneakers skidding against the floor, trying to keep up with him. They ran past the rows of lockers, cutting a sharp turn around the corner, before running towards the their destination. Seconds away from the door, Josh yanked the yellow sweater over his head, still struggling to get his right arm into the sleeve and threw his body against the door to open it. Wham! He literally splattered against the door, which was supposed to open, but didn't and fell onto the floor. Laughter erupted throughout the sound stage, some of the crew actually clutching their stomachs as they howled. Katie clapped and chuckled with them reluctantly, a little worried about Josh, who was still on the floor. She watched as he stirred, debating whether or not to go ask him if he was alright.
"Fuck you all." Josh shouted out jokingly. James lent him a hand for him to stand up and patted him on the back. "This was for stapling the cuffs of my pants together." Michelle nudged him with an elbow, "for writing my name on a really large pair of old lady's underwear and leaving it in the bathroom for everyone to see." "For taking my fish and leaving a ransom note." A crewmember shouted out. "For filling an empty bottle of white out with milk." Someone else piped in.
"Okay, so maybe I do deserve this." Josh laughed. "But wasn't this a bit too harsh?" He rubbed his sore arm, stripped off the yellow sweater and threw it at Michelle. He glanced at Katie's way, "and you!" She jumped a little, startled at the sudden increase of volume in his voice. "What did I ever do to you?" He asked incredulously as he smacked her on the butt. She stood with her jaws wide open. "I'll let you know that my father is a lawyer." She threatened in her most serious voice, but failing miserably. "So sue me for not being able to keep my hands off his beautiful daughter." He winked.
"Drinks are on me." James laid a wad of bills on the bar counter. "Damn right. You owe me for that prank." Josh said, nodding. "I don't recall getting a new pair of jeans from you." "I'm still sewing them." He mimicked the motion. Katie pushed her way in between the two men and sat herself down on the barstool. "So what's our poison for the night?" She asked as if she had been drinking all her life. "Poison? Cute." Josh chuckled, reaching to pinch her cheek. She leant back a little, just out of his grasp. "Cute? You mean the girl next door kind?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "No, cute is just cute." James butt in. "No, you meant cute like Joey!" Katie shrieked in an offended voice. "Is that so bad?" James offered his male companion his support. "How would you like it if I told you that you were SO Dawson?" "Cute? Like Joey?!?" James asked Josh in an appalled voice. "I only meant…cute. ..the please ravage me kind?" Josh answered in uncertainly. Katie laughed a little and draped her arms around his neck. "Now who's the cute one?" She cooed at him. "He's cute alright." A voice cut in.
Katie frowned, she knew that she didn't say that. She turned around and saw two women, who were eyeing Josh and James. She rolled her eyes. Typical wenches. "Thank you very much for the compliment." Josh answered politely. "Don't thank us, just buy us a drink." The blonde one came dangerously close to him and traced her fake plastic fingernail along his arm.
"Well, let's get a table then." James suggested, leading them to a table where they could all fit in. Katie gave him a mortified look. "I said a table, not a hotel room. Don't look at me like that." He told her. She pursed her lips into a tight line and sat on a chair with her arms crossed as she watched the two other girls, trying their darnest to hike their short skirts even shorter.
"So what are your names?" Josh asked them, trying to start a conversation, although they looked like they wanted more. "Amber." Miss plastic-nails purred, practically shoving her boobs in Josh's face. "Becca." The more quiet one spoke up. She looked at James shyly, before shaking his hand. Katie tapped her fingers against the wood table impatiently, wondering when the drinks were coming. She smiled gratefully at the waitress as she set two heavy pitchers of beer on the table. "Ooh~" Amber giggled and poked Josh. "The pitcher is too heavy, I can't lift it." She pouted her red, red lips.
Katie shook her head. She was close to dumping the pitcher on the broad's head. Josh easily poured the beer into Amber's glass and offered to pour into Katie's. She shook her head and snatched it from him. "I can do it." She snapped at him. She ignored the confused look that he was giving her and gulped down the liquid. "You're so lucky. I can't drink a lot. I get all drunk and stuff." Amber said in a high pitched voice, sending goosebumps down Katie's arms. "Then maybe this isn't a good idea." Josh suggested, taking her glass away from her. She quickly protested and insisted that one glass was okay. Katie slumped into her seat, annoyed and frustrated and lifted the glass to her lips again.
One hour and twenty minutes later, Amber had her head on Josh's shoulder, whining that she shouldn't have drunk so much. James and Becca on the other hand were engaged in a heated discussion about Connecticut. Apparently she was also from there. Bored, Katie fiddled with the napkin. She folded it into a rectangle then again and again. Her head was starting to feel heavy. Maybe the four glasses of beer weren't such a good idea after all. "Want to go home?" Josh asked her in a concerned voice. She would've smiled, but Amber was fingering the buttons on his shirt.
"Yeah. I'm pretty tired myself." James agreed. Katie let out a sigh of relief. She couldn't wait to go home, the throbbing in her head getting louder and louder every second. "I don't think that I can drive home." Amber whined loudly, hanging herself all over Josh. He tried to untangle himself, but failed.
"I guess, I'll take her home then." He said in a small voice, looking straight as Katie. She shrugged like she didn't care and focused on collecting her stuff. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye." She said curtly following James out the door, never looking back once.

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