Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Dawson's Creek or its various owners. I make absolutely no profit off of this fanfiction. Please don't sue me, because I’m a poor student and you wouldn’t get anything from me.
Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, but I have had papers and finals coming out the wazoo. School is out soon, though, and then I’ll have more time to write. If you don’t know what’s going on, see the note in part one and then read part one. Hopefully after doing those two things you will understand what is gist of things.
Special Note: Even if you already read part one, read it again, because I added a cool song at the beginning.
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Give me a lever and I'll lift the world,
I'll turn the universe on end.
Give me a lover and I'll prove to you, girl,
That we were more than friends.
So take my hand, 'till the very end,
Take my hand, and remain.
Time is a whirlwind,
it spins and spirals around.
I'm never really sure of situations I'm in,
I just go with what's going down.
So take my hand, 'till the very end,
Take my hand, and remain to the very end.
Give me a tractor and I'll plow the fields,
I got some seeds to sow.
I'm fertilizer and I'll make you feel
That you need me to grow.
Mine is a headspin
Spiraling down to the ground
I'm never really sure of the situations I'm in
I just go with what's going down...
So take my hand, and read into the lines on my palm,
'Cause it won't be long 'till you belong to me.
“Take My Hand” by Storyhill (formerly Chris and Johnny)
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Joey’s House -- Saturday, 10:00 a.m.
Joey awoke suddenly to the sound of her blaring alarm clock. She hit the snooze button and then looked at the time. 10:00 a.m.? Why was her alarm going off so early? On the Saturdays when she didn’t have to work at the Icehouse she usually didn’t even set her alarm. Then it hit her. The promise she had made to Pacey yesterday came back to her. What had she been thinking? It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but maybe Dawson had been right. Would she and Pacey actually be able to get any work done? Was she crazy for offering to help him? Well, she wouldn’t know until she tried. Slowly Joey got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, wondering what was in store for her at Pacey’s.
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Pacey’s House -- Saturday, 12:00 pm
Joey walked slowly up the sidewalk to Pacey’s house. She hadn’t actually been to his house since they were in seventh grade. They had been assigned to work together on an English project, and that time they nearly had killed each other. Since then they had mostly only interacted at school or when Dawson was present. As she approached the door Joey tried to remember what exactly had made her so mad at Pacey in seventh grade. Strangely she couldn’t remember. Finally Joey rang the doorbell and after a few seconds Pacey answered the door.
“Hey Jo. Welcome to Casa Witter. You’re early.”
Joey couldn’t help but stare at Pacey. He had clearly just gotten out of the shower. His hair was still wet and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. She hadn’t ever remembered Pacey having an upper body that looked quite like. When had that happened? Did Dawson look like that? Oh god, Dawson. Snap out of it Joey, it’s just Pacey.
“Well according to my watch it’s noon, which is the time we agreed to. You’re in tenth grade, Pacey, haven’t you learned to tell time yet?” Joey said hastily being thrown off by what was standing in front of her.
“Well, top of the morning to you too Miss Josephine,” said Pacey, a remark which got him an icy stare from Joey.
“Look, Pacey, enough chit chat. Can we just get started, I have other stuff to do.” said Joey coldly.
“Sure, why don’t we go upstairs to my room. I have all my books and notes and stuff up there.”
Joey followed Pacey up the stairs. His room was at the end of the hall. It was a small room and to Joey’s amazement it was actually clean. What Joey didn’t know was that almost everything Pacey owned was at this moment was precariously stuffed into his closet. Pacey pulled a shirt out of his dresser, put it on, and the flopped onto his bed lying with his hands folded behind his head.
“So where do we start?” said Pacey.
“Well, how about Emily Dickinson?” said Joey picking a book up off Pacey’s desk. “We do after all have a paper about her poetry due in two weeks.”
“Let me not mar that perfect dream/By an auroral stain,/But so adjust my daily night/That it will come again.”
“Wow,” said Joey slightly impressed by Pacey’s little recitation. “So, you’re not completely clueless about this are you?”
“Well, I think I understand most of the poems, and I have so many ideas. I just have no idea how to get them all organized and down on paper.”
“Well, I am the essay queen. So why don’t we start out by making an outline of your ideas?”
“That’s sounds like a plan, Miss Josephine,” said Pacey with a smile.
“You call me that one more time and I’m going to be forced to kick your ass,” said Joey with a growl.
“Sorry. Sorry. I won’t ever do it again. I promise,” said Pacey with an even bigger smile.
“Yeah, right, whatever Pacey. Now, let’s get started with this essay.”
For the next five hours Joey helped Pacey organize his ideas into an outline. They looked for quotes to support his points. She even had him write a draft so that she could correct it for him. When Pacey finally finished the draft, Joey lay down on his bed with a red pen in hand to make corrections. She finally finished and looked over at Pacey.
“Well, except for a few grammatical errors this essay is really really good,” said Joey with a smile.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, Joey. Thank you so much for all your help.”
“No problem, Pacey. I knew you could do it. Why don’t we go over my corrections and then you’ll have a finished paper?”
“Well to tell you the truth, as much fun as this has all been, I am really bored of it now. I still have two weeks to work on it. Why don’t we do something fun instead?”
“Like what?” said Joey eyeing his suspiciously.
“Like this,” said Pacey jumping up onto the bed and pulling Joey up with him. He started to jump up and down.
“How old are you again? Four?” said Joey giving Pacey a skeptical look.
“Oh come on Joey. It’s fun. You know you want to,” said Pacey grabbing Joey’s waist and bouncing her up and down a little. Joey finally gave up and started jumping up and down.
“I have to admit it Witter, this is actually kind of fun,” said Joey in midair. She then landed a little uncertainly and out of reflex grabbed for Pacey, ending up with her arms around his neck. His arms were around her waist. The moment was awkward, but Pacey tightened his grasp and kissed Joey gently on the lips. To his surprise she didn’t stop him as she had before. After about five seconds, though, she pushed him away.
“Pacey, stop. We can’t do this,” said Joey looking down with her eyes closed.
“Why not? What’s wrong?” said Pacey still keeping his grasp on Joey’s waist, but lifting Joey’s head so that she was looking at him.
“Oh, come on. You know exactly what’s wrong. And just in case you don’t I’ll give you a hint. His name starts with D,” said Joey freeing herself from Pacey’s arm and jumping to the floor. She began putting on her shoes.
“God, Joey, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” said Pacey realizing that the move he had made was definitely the wrong one.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll just forget it had ever happened.” said Joey picking up her bag and rushing out of the room and down the stairs.
“Joey, wait,” Pacey yelled running after her.
“Look, I have to go. I have plans. I’ll see you later,” said Joey hastily.
Pacey was about to say something, but it was too late. She was already out the door. He sat down on the stairs, holding his head in his hands. Finally, in the quiet, he said what he had meant to say before.
“I don’t think I can forget it this time, Joey.”
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Dawson’s House -- Saturday, 6:00 p.m.
Joey slowly climbed the ladder up to Dawson’s room. She was trying not think about what had happened at Pacey’s house. It wasn’t easy. She felt excited but she also felt guilty. She was very confused. She entered the room through the window to find Dawson busily typing away at the computer.
“So you made it out alive, huh?” said Dawson jokingly.
“Barely. I think you might have been right Dawson. I’m not sure I can do that again,” said Joey falling onto Dawson’s bed.
“Was it really that bad?” asked Dawson with a laugh.
“I guess not. Sometimes, I guess, Pacey’s personality is too much to handle. But, Pacey’s not here now, is he? So, are we going to watch a movie or not?”
“Absolutely,” said Dawson popping a tape into the VCR and then taking a seat next to Joey on the bed. The opening credits began to roll and Joey groaned.
“Dawson! I though I told you no Jurassic Park,” said Joey looking at Dawson sternly but jokingly.
“This isn’t Jurassic Park, it’s the Lost World: Jurassic Park,” said Dawson impishly. Joey wasn’t smiling. “Oh come on Joey. It’s fun. You know you want to.” Joey had heard that one earlier today and it hadn’t turned out too well, but she nodded.
“Fine Dawson, but next time I get to pick the movie,” said Joey not in the mood to argue with Dawson over a stupid movie.
“Of course. Next time the choice is all yours,” said Dawson turning his attention back to the TV. He was already engrossed in the movie. After a few minutes, though, he pushed pause and turned to Joey.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Guess what?” said Dawson. He didn’t give her time to answer. “Jen’s moving back to Capeside next week.”
“Why?” said Joey trying not to sound too annoyed.
“I don’t know. I just saw her grandmother today and she said that Jen was coming back to live with her again. Isn’t that great?”
“Yeah great,” said Joey unconvincingly. Dawson’s enthusiasm was a little too much for her. Dawson, however, didn’t notice Joey’s lack of enthusiasm, because he had already started the movie again. She had lost him to Spielberg.
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To be continued...
The Dickinson poem that Pacey quotes is “XIX. Dreams” from a volume of her poetry published in 1896. If you want to read more go to a copy of the book at Columbia University’s Project Bartleby.
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