Breaking Away
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they're Kevin Williamson's. The beginning of
the story and even the title aren't mine, so don't sue.
Spoilers: Since this is a continuation of the season finale, you kind of have to have seen
Breaking Away to understand it, and if you've seen it, nothing is being spoiled.
"Joey...Joey!"
Dawson had no idea what just happened. He was finally going to be honest with Joey.
He was staring lovingly at his Joey...his everything. He had said it to her father, to himself.
Now, he just wanted to tell her, but she suddenly looked like she was going to cry. "I'll see
you Dawson," she said with a scornful voice. She went towards the window to leave for
France. Dawson tried for a second to process what had happened when he involuntarily
said her name. He suddenly went after her and knew that whatever happened, he could not
let her leave his room. She stopped at the window, rolling her eyes as she turned to face
him. She longed for the way that he had just been looking at her, the way he was staring at
her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. The way his face followed her every
motion when she talked. She prepared herself to say something about how he has to make
a decision when he suddenly grabbed her shoulders. He made a quick movement to her,
only hesitating to make sure that he would not miss her lips. Joey jumped back a little in
surprise and closed her eyes as she felt Dawson's lips on hers. The kiss only lasted for a
couple of seconds. Dawson softly put his hand on her cheek. He looked at her with so
much love and longing that it shocked Joey almost as much as the kiss, and she stumbled
back. He noticed this sadly, but pulled her back anyway so that he could kiss her again.
She closed her eyes, which had opened widely as she stared at him is disbelief. They pulled
away slightly. Dawson kept his eyes closed. He still held her close, trying to save the
moment as he awaited her reaction. Joey's eyes were closed but watery nonetheless. She
made an expression of joy and sadness and put her arms around Dawson's neck and kissed
him. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
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Joey pulled away a few minutes later. Dawson lazily opened his eyes. "Hi," he smiled
at her. They were still holding each other.
Joey put her hand on his cheek. "Dawson?" she whispered, her voice wavering. She
couldn't believe what had just happened. She drew him closer and buried her head in his
shoulder and cried. He stroked her hair.
"Jo? Jo, don't cry. What is it? One minute we're kissing and the next you sound like
you're not sure that I'm here and you're crying hysterically. Jo, why are you crying? Aren't
you happy?"
Joey just cried harder. "Jo, you're my everything. Don't you know that now? My
everything...."
Joey looked up at him, her watery eyes shining bright blue. She couldn't speak. She
sttod there trembling. "This is ridiculous," she thought. "I look like an idiot."
"Jo, say something," Dawson encouraged her.
She slowly took in his words. "Jo..." she finally said softly. "I don't think that I ever told
you how much I love it when you call me Jo. I'm so rarely called Jo. When you do it it
sounds nice." She kissed him once more as softly and tenderly as she could. She tried to
get back to reality, but it was too hard. Dawson, unfortunatly, did it for her.
"Are you going to France, Jo?"
France. She remembered now. How could she go to France? "Dawson, what are you
feeling right now?" she said, suddenly puling away from his embrace. "We said that we
would be honest."
"Well, I don't know exactly...no that's not true," Dawson said, flustered. "I want you
here with me. I want you in every possible way, if you know what I mean."
Joey smiled her half smile and looked at the floor. She nodded, but then she looked
straight at Dawson, dead seriously. "Dawson, are you only feeling this because you can't
bare for me to leave?" she managed to stammer out.
"You all push and push at my feelings until I finally realize that I love you and not
incestually, and now you think I'm lying?" Dawson yelled, the hurt apparent in his
voice.
"Wait, back up here. Whose 'you all'?" Joey asked, confused.
"You and Jen and Pacey."
"Jen, I guess after this morning, but Pacey?" Joey's eyes lit up. "Pacey?" she said, angry
that he had betrayed her. "Pacey?" she said warmly, suddenly smiling. He may have
betrayed her, but he must have first put the idea into Dawson's head and wouldn't let it go
away.
"Okay, that was weird," Dawson commented about Joey's sudden change.
"Wait," Joey's eyes lit up again. "Back up again. You love me?" Joey asked meekly.
She wondered if he had only said that to keep her in Capeside. She then realized from his
sudden anger when he said it that he meant it.
"Yeah," he said shyly. "You think I want someone I don't love?"
"What about Jen? You wanted her," Joey pointed out.
"What about Jen? I probably could have had my opportunity. I did love her, but the
key word here is did. She asked me to take her back and I said no," Dawson said. "Jo,
stop worrying. There's no catch here. Are you ever going to say 'I love you, too,' or are
you going to let me stand here and make a fool out of myself?"
"I don't know, Dawson. I kind of like watching you make a fool of yourself when it's
not over Jen," Joey teased. She went over to Dawson and playfully punched him in the
stomach.
"Ah, still the same Joey, I see," Dawson smiled. He tackled her and they landed on the
bed. He suddenly had a strong urge to make out with her. He leaned in to kiss her. She
kissed him back, but then pulled away. She laid herself in her normal position on the bed.
Dawson laid down next to her. She started playing with his hair.
"Dawson, I don't want to leave, but I don't think it's a good idea for me to stay. Not in
the same bed," Joey yawned.
"I won't do anything, Jo. I promise." He looked into her eyes. "Don't leave me,"
Dawson softly whimpered. "Let me wake up with you in my arms."
Joey kissed Dawson. The kiss deepened as they both became lost in their own world.
"I love you, Dawson," Joey whispered inbetween kisses. Dawson smiled and they made
out until they fell asleep.
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Jen stumbled out of the Church. It broke her heart to see her grandmother cry like
that. It was late, but she decided to take a walk alone. Her grandmother stayed in the
Church. She happened to see Pacey riding his bike. "Why are you still up?" Jen said softly,
trying to force a smile.
"Couldn't sleep with Deputy Doug letting me have it about the beauty pagent," Pacey
snorted and mocked his brother. Then he noticed that Jen looked distant and that her eyes
were filled with tears. "Jen?" Pacey asked seriously with concern in his voice. "Jen, what's
wrong?"
"Everything," she suddenly sobbed. "My gramps had a relapse last night. I asked
Dawson if I could sleep over. I had asked him if he would take me back, but he never
answered. When we woke up, I was laying on Dawson. I kised him right as Joey came up
the ladder. He jumped up to tell her that she had the wrong idea, but she ran off. He
doesn't care about me at all, anymore. He spent the whole day looking for her. He
loves her. Then my gramps died. I went to Church with my grandma. She was so
miserable and upset that it broke my heart even more than his death." Jen was crying
uncontrollably.
"Shhhhh...." Pacey said, putting his arms around her. "It would have broken your heart
completely in half, then, to see what I saw the shadows in Dawson's room doing when I
rode past his house," he thought.
Like it? Want me to continue? Hate it (don't be harsh, PLEASE, it's my first story)? Too
corny? Suggestions? Warning: I am a Dawson/Joey fanatic, so Pacey/Joey suggestions will
be ignored. Also, in keeping with the movie title theme, some good movie title
sugggestions would be appreciated.
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