. Author’s Note: I always wanted a soap opera style fic, where the relationships change constantly. Anyway it’s sort of based on some life experiences from when I was in high school and had my own Dawson, Pacey, Jack and Jen, in fact some of the PJ banter comes from some banter I shared with a friend of mine. It takes place in multiple points of views so between every break I’ll label the narrator. Summary: The beginning of junior year, this picks up after season 2. Some plots and season 3 story lines from the actual show will be used but only briefly and altered. Example: Andie still cheated on Pacey and Dawson is still being seduced by Eve.. Warning: Contains sexual content. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

Jen

It’s times like these that I am ashamed of our little group dynamic, the fighting and petty arguments are completely normal and acceptable, the underlying angst is necessary for teen development, but these weekly study groups are just sad. They are a disappointment for high school students everywhere to spend a perfectly good Thursday nights lounging around someone’s living room learning about the branches of government or the periodic table of elements. 

On tonight’s agenda, first major Chemistry Test with a cram session at Joey’s. “Structure of the nucleus,” Joey begins tossing the ‘bean bag o fun’ to Jack. 

“Protons and neutrons,” he replies happily, “carrying capacity of the second shell.” 

“8,” Dawson replies catching the bag. “Attraction between electrons and nucleus?” 

Fuck the bag is in my possession, think, think, “Electronegatvity.” Okay now I have to think up a question. This game really is no fun, doesn’t game insinuate entertainment or good time or what not. “Higher electronegativity, metallic or nonmetallic?” 

Pacey catches the bag reluctantly and sighs heavily, “Damned if I know,” he shrugs tossing the bean bag back to Joey. 

“Pacey that’s the third question you’ve skipped, this practice is pointless if you aren’t retaining anything,” Joey says aggravated. 

“They’re atoms; they’re itty bitty particles that are so small no one has ever actually seen them, what’s the point of studying them?” 

“Because contrary to popular belief they are actually relevant for substantiating life, these pointless little particles make up everything around you.” 

“Save the desperate teacher speech to enthuse students on the wonders of chemistry—.” Here we go again. 

“I’m sorry you feel the need to be so obdurate on every little subject but some of us are actually trying to eschew academic ruins.” 

“Hey don’t accost me with you’re big words and paltry fast talk, I can banter with the best of them,” Ah yes Pacey and Joey round 15 and this is only covering the past 2 hours. 

“Insert my blandishment here, Pacey shut up and answer the question, Joey put down the whip,” I say threateningly, I may be small but I’m from New York Damnit! 

“Although your ‘coaxing’ leaves much to be desired,” Pacey begins defeated, “nonmetallic.” 

“You knew it all along?” Joey says agitated, we’re getting no where. 

~*~

Joey

"You are insatiable; do you take some pleasure in looking stupid?" I say with an exaggerated eye roll. 

"Hey, hey, hey, let's cut this out before we come into World War III," Jack says wearily, "and I don't want to have to choose sides." 

“I think we should just take this as a sign that studying options are futile,” Jen says throwing down her pile of notes and reaching for her shoes. 

“Hey where are you going?” I ask Jen sitting up abruptly. 

“Home, it’s 10:30 and I still need my shower.” She says as Jack heads for the door. 

“You suck, you too Jack?” 

“Well I am her ride.” 

“Mine too,” Dawson says popping from his seat. 

“But we’re not even half through the chapter!” These study sessions are pointless now a day. 

“I should probably get going too,” Andie says uncomfortably still rather awkward around Pacey, “Early to bed early to rise, that’s what they always say,” she says with forced perkiness. 

I follow them to the door, we’re missing valuable learning time, dear god I sound like Andie, “If I fail tomorrow I’m laying it entirely on you guys for leaving.” 

“You still have Pacey,” Jack points out. 

“Yeah to try to catch up on the last five minutes of South Park, a dog would be a better study aid.” 

“Well that’s why I study with you Jo,” Pacey says and I admit I set myself up for that one but I elbow him in the side anyway. “Drive safely, Umbrés,” he says ushering them out the door. 

I fold my arms over my chest leaning against the front door, “Are you happy now?”

“Not quite,” he says his eyes darkening as he approaches me, “I warned you that I’d be difficult.” 

“Well it worked for you didn’t it?” 

“Almost,” he circles his arms around my waist drawing me closer. “Though I must admit that was great foreplay.” 

“You would think that wouldn’t you,” I joke kissing him sweetly, lingeringly before he swoops me off my feet. 

“I was actually thinking we could do some more studying.” 

“Pacey,” I groan as he walks us back towards the couch, “I already said no to your human anatomy lesson.” 

“Fine, fine, we’ll work with your chemistry crap,” he says falling back onto the sofa with me on top of him. 

It’s been like this all week, Sunday’s, Thursday’s and Friday’s at my house Monday through Wednesday and Saturday’s at his, fucking till we can’t move and our breath is so erratic we wonder how we’re still living. Then when our limbs and breathing patterns are restored we do it again. It’s strange for sixteen years he didn’t affect me, but then some spark somewhere ignited and I can’t keep my hands off of him. 

“So let’s say that you are an electron,” he begins kissing down my neck, “since you’re always so cynical, and I am a proton.” You know what maybe one on one study sessions is a better idea. 

“And our electronegativity is soaring,” he continues sucking my lower lip between his teeth. 

“Actually it can only reach 4,” I correct using this opportunity to pull his shirt over his head. 

“God teachers make me horny,” he says thrusting his erection through our denim barriers. “So what element would we be?” 

“Is this the only way to get you to remember things, through sex?” I joke raking my fingers through his hair as his teeth graze over my tank top. 

“Anything academic yeah,” he smirks pulling my shirt off, “So what were we again?” 

“Fluorine.” 

“What does that one do?” He asks fiddling with the clasp of my bra. 

“No clue, it’s not in this chapter,” I say tilting back my head as his lips devour my throat. 

“What about those noble gases, what’s up with those again?” He asks trailing kisses down my bare chest. 

“Their shells are full they don’t gain or lose,” I explain through a moan. 

“That could work,” he shrugs returning his lips to mine, “because nothings getting me off of you.” 

“You better get an ‘A’,” I grumble undoing his belt buckle as he arches his hips up to pull off his jeans. 

“Well if we only do these kinds of study sessions then maybe I will.” My shorts are the next thing to go and talk of chemistry and studying are out the window. Our fingers entwine as our tongues dual in some passionate battle and our chests heave gasping for a breath that we’re not willing to break away to retrieve. 

I can hear a faint rumbling in the background but prefer not to acknowledge it until I hear the muffled call of, “Joey.” 

“Did you hear that?” I ask pulling away. 

“They’ll go away,” Pacey mumbles dismissing the calling at the door. 

“Or break down the door thinking I’m in a house all by myself,” I say climbing to my feet and pulling his tee-shirt over my head. “You, room,” I direct him pointing down the hall. 

“Yes mistress,” he grins rising from the couch. 

~*~

Jack

“Joey,” I call again pounding against the door, we leave for fifteen minutes and she’s already zoned out, I really wish I didn’t bring a coat to leave behind. 

“Jack, hey,” she finally says peeking from the gap of the door. 

“I was getting worried,” I smile folding my arms over my chest. 

“Brushing my teeth,” she explains flashing me a grin, “so what brings you back, decide you wanted a little alone time?” 

“Not exactly, not that I don’t find you tempting,” I chuckle, “I just needed my coat, can I go get it?” I ask trying to peer over her shoulder. 

“No,” she says abruptly trying to block my view, “Let me go get it, Pacey knocked over a bottle of soda before he left, the carpet is sticky and the house is a mess.” 

“Um, okay,” I say through furrowed brows, why does that shirt look so familiar?

“Your lettermen’s jacket kind sir,” she smiles handing me my coat. 

“Thank you Madame,” I say taking it from her, “Hey Jo,” I begin before she closes the door. 

“Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” I ask as she steps out onto the porch with me. 

“Yeah I’m fine why?” 

“Well it’s just the whole Dawson thing, two weeks ago you’re ready to start it up again and a week later he’s in the process of doing someone else in front of the entire school,” I say sitting on one of the benches. 

“Shot in the pool,” she jokes sitting beside me drawing her knees to her chest. “Did I ever tell you what he did the Sunday before hand? He brought me Paris in the school pool.” 

“Wow.” 

“But that’s where the script ended, only a few hours worth of dialogue before we were back to where we had started.” 

“His attempt to turn fantasy into reality,” I nod. 

“But that’s the thing, that’s all he’ll ever be, a fantasy. I mean I’m never going to be a princess and I’m never going to be a celebrity just how I’ll never be able to work out a relationship with Dawson Leery.” 

“So are you saying that you’re trying to wash your hands clean of Mr. Leery?” I ask with amazement. 

“In the romantic department yes, I mean how many times do you have to end in disappointment until you realize that someone’s not right for you?” 

“In your case three,” I joke receiving an elbow to my side. 

“So how’s football?”

“Good.” 

“Family?” 

“Working on it.” 

“School?” 

“Ever present.” 

“I never see you anymore,” she sighs. 

“I never see you,” I agree. 

“It’s because of your locale,” Joey explains. 

“Distance from soul mates never works out for the cleaning the slate plan,” I refute. 

“Damn fate,” she smirks, “I’m trying to find a healthy relationship the only problem is that I’m so screwed up that I don’t think it’s possible.” 

“Well maybe if you find someone as screwed up as you it will cancel out; don’t two negatives make a positive?” 

“That’s why I dated you Jack but look how that turned out,” she smirks evilly and honestly if I were straight I think I’d marry this woman. 

“I should get home, Grams freaks when I drive at night,” I chuckle scrunching my jacket in my hands. 

“May the traffic angels be with you,” she replies amused kissing me on the cheek. 

~*~

Dawson

The wind rustles through my window drawing the curtains up in a wave of fury. Fall is vastly approaching and the last breaths of summer air are struggling to keep the temperatures at 70 and failing. Rubbing my hands together to draw warmth I place my fingers along the edge of the window hearing a scratching noise just outside. 

Peaking out the frame I see her crawling along my roof with a pair of binoculars looking into the Ryan’s home, “Don’t they call that invasion of privacy, not to mention obstruction of private property,” I say knowingly as she jumps in surprise. 

“I was just looking at the stars, care to join me?” Eve replies innocently redirecting her attention towards me. 

“The stars are that way,” I correct her pointing up into the dark sky. 

“I was never much of an astronomer,” she dismisses. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask climbing out onto the roof. 

“I was looking for something.” 

“Something in the Ryan’s home?” I ask nodding towards the house. 

“There’s a possibility it could be there,” she sighs and for the first time I can see through her act, I can see that she actually has a vulnerable side. 

“Who are you, Eve?” 

“To tell you the truth,” she begins looking down at the ground below us, “I really don’t know.” 

“How is that?” 

“Have you ever been in a place in your life where you feel that everything is perfect? The perfect parents, the perfect friends, the perfect boyfriend, white picket fence and all,” she asks her voice distant. 

“But then the other shoe drops,” I agree understanding completely. 

“I found out recently that I was adopted, that my whole life was a lie.” 

“And you think that your real family is here.” 

“It’s a possibility,” she reaches into her pocket pulling out a picture, “I’m pretty sure this is my mother but don’t have a clue where to start looking.” 

I take the picture looking at it closely and can’t help but see a familiarity behind the eyes looking back at me, but they aren’t Eve’s that I see, it’s somebody else that I know. 

~*~

Pacey

I sit in my living room glancing up at the clock every now and then waiting for her. We never set up a schedule or anything it just became public knowledge when my mother had bridge nights with the girls and when my father had the night shift. I already knew when Bessie worked with the insurance people in Boston about financing the new Icehouse, or when she was serving in Worcester till 3 AM. We never promise or say that we’re coming we just know that we’ll be there, that only after a week of whatever we’ve been doing I can’t sleep through the night without her. 

She opens the door without knocking because she knows that I don’t lock it, she knows that I’m sitting in front of the door waiting for her and she’s sure to close the door behind her making sure that no one can see because no one can know. That’s what sucks about this arrangement it’s a secret that we can’t tell because when we do it’s over. Dawson will never speak to me and Andie will never speak to her and her and I will never be the same because we’re tangled in to many strings locked in a web of past relationships and right now we only want to think of one another. 

“Hey,” she smiles weakly tucking a lock of auburn hair behind her ear. 

“Hey,” I reply standing to greet her entwining fingers with hers as we head to my room.

When we’re locked away safely from any possible prying eyes she kisses me, and it’s different from the way it was before, before it was needy and rough but now it’s softer and slower like she’s telling me that she’s not going anywhere. Her touch is smoother as her fingers curve under the hem of my shirt and her hands warmer as they run across my bare chest. 

I set her on the edge of my bed dropping to my knees as I untie her shoes placing them neatly beside the bed where she likes them in the morning tucking her socks into the soles so she know exactly where to find them and I wonder when I exactly that I learned that about her because it seems that I’ve always known. I drag my lips along her inner ankles kissing down to the tip of her toes and she giggles at the sensation swinging her other leg so it brushes against my side. And surprisingly this feels like the most intimate thing that we’ve done. 

She unbuttons the shirt she was wearing allowing the flimsy cotton to slip off her shoulders tossing it to the side as she pulls on my hands leading me back towards her. I crawl up onto the bed pinning her beneath me as my lips return to hers pressing my bare chest against her own as my tongue delves into her inviting cavern. 

The crazy nights of fucking are always fun but it’s the nights like these that make me come back again and again, the nights when she makes me feel like she loves me, the nights that I think that I may love her too. 

She arches up her hips slipping off her jeans and I help guide them off running my hands down her silky thighs traveling to her knee using it as leverage to pull her closer. She moans into my mouth hooking her hands behind my neck her fingers massaging my scalp. I squirm out of my sweatpants my body aching to be inside of her and when she murmurs my name I think I may burst. 

I kiss down the column of her nick licking up the salty beads of perspiration forming at the juncture between her neck and shoulder, slipping her bra strap down to her forearm determined to taste every inch of skin. 

She slides her hands down my back inching my boxers over my hips indicating that she wants me now just as much as I want her. I kick them off over my ankles and her panties follow suit as we roll under my covers. 

Our eyes lock as I slide into her and I memorize the color of the moonlight reflecting off her silver green orbs finding a new fleck of color every time I see her. Our temp is slow because it seems we have forever as she rocks her hips against mine capturing my lips with hers again. I slide my hand between us finding her clit within her wet folds coaxing her orgasm as we continue to rock in unison. 

“Oh God, Pace,” she cries which draws me even closer to the edge. With a few last unsteady thrusts her orgasm washes over mine and I collapse over her panting against her cheek. 

The front door opens and closes and I glance over at my alarm clock which reads 11:30, “Pacey sweetie are you home?” My mom calls up the hall. 

“Yeah ma, I’m asleep,” I call back as Joey clings tightly to my body. 

“Sweet dreams, hun,” her voice calls on the other side of my door. 

“Good night,” I reply sighing heavily as the latching of my parents door rumbles through my wall. 

“That was close,” Joey says loosening her grasp. 

“Not really,” I shrug rolling onto my back, “my mom hasn’t kissed me goodnight in over a decade.” 

She smirks resting against my chest kissing me shortly before settling her body against mine, “Goodnight.”

I grin nuzzling my nose in her hair inhaling the lavender scent, “Josephine Potter where have you been all my life?” 

“Right here,” she replies. 

It’s moments like these that I remember that not in the distant past she was with my best friend, the love of his life and I know that I should tell him. But what could I possibly say? ‘Hey man the weather’s been pretty weird huh? Oh yeah, I’ve been fucking Joey multiple times a night, every night for the past week and a half. That when we’re together she’s only ever called out my name, well unless you’ve also been going by God but that’s doubtful. That she’s the most amazing sex I’ve ever had, yep even better then Tamara if that’s possible. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed aren’t your souls connected or something?’ How could I possibly tell him that I don’t plan on stopping that I’d be with her forever if it was possible, how could I tell him that the girl he can’t live without I can’t live without either? That I’m on a crash course to falling head over heels in love with her and that part of me thinks that I already am.