SOS by Glory, Girl Writer.pdf - Dawson's Creek Fandom Wiki

More documents

Recommendations

Info

she was looking at could be made to form a constellation. It seemed impossible, what she was about to say, but now it seemed inevitable, too. "I guess neither of us is moving," she said simply. "Are you upset?" God, why does his voice still have to be like that? "No, I'm not upset." She swallowed hard. "I think, actually, that we're both right." Pacey suddenly couldn't breathe. They were really here, lying in the grass, after all that had happened, deciding that this wasn't going to happen. Realizing it wasn't. "I keep thinking there has to be another answer." "Well, there isn't." She sat up straight, pulling away from him with such sharp crashes of emptiness that she almost dropped back down, said she was sorry, promised to abandon everything. But she didn't. Slowly, he sat up, too. Now they sat in the grass, not facing each other, not talking. Finally, she found her voice. "This has to be wrong. We can't be deciding this." "I think we just did." She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a catch in his voice. "What does it mean?" He cleared his throat, and now she was more sure of what she would be seeing if it weren't so dark. "Well," he said, "it means that it's time for me to stop chasing you and you to stop chasing me and for both of us to just go and do what we're supposed to do. If we were supposed to be in the same place, then one or the other of us would feel wrong about being where we just decided we feel right." He chuckled. "Did you follow that?" "Yes," she said, choking back a sob. "I got it." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "I got it," she repeated. After a long pause, he finally spoke. "What time is it?" "It's about four." "You have to get back to your life tomorrow. We'd better get going." He stood up and reached his hand down toward her. She took it, letting him pull her up to her feet. She could just barely see his face in the dark. "I love you," he said to her. "You know that part, though, right?" She nodded, smiled, and leaned over, touching her forehead to his. "I love you, too." part nineteen: fly
The West coast had the sand and the waves and the sun beating down on you, and the Southwest of course offered canyons and cliffs and red dirt roads, and the Midwest had all those broad, green swaths of farmland, but for pure, unadulterated climatological bliss, Joey remained convinced you couldn't beat October in New England. It was fortyfive degrees, overcast and breezy, as she walked home toward her apartment with a bag of groceries clutched against her right side. Dry leaves crunched under her feet and she kicked an acorn with her toe, watching it bounce ahead of her and then off the sidewalk. Red and orange leaves were everywhere, and seemed to cast a fiery orange eye on everything below. She stopped to hitch the bag a little higher on her hip, pulled her purse strap up on her other shoulder, and kept going. She hadn't seen Pacey in two months. They hadn't spoken on the phone. They hadn't e-mailed, they hadn't written letters, they hadn't spoken through intermediaries or communed in a séance. Every once in a while, Jen or Dawson or Jack would mention something about him -- he's doing well in school, the proofessors really like him, it turns out he's a writer -- but mostly, there was nothing but empty space where he'd been. It wasn't like the last time they'd gone without speaking. She knew they weren't waiting, weren't trying to accommodate strange timing, weren't putting off the inevitable. They had said good<strong>by</strong>e, and they'd meant it, and whatever else she knew for sure, Joey knew that if she talked to him or saw him or especially touched him, it would only make it harder. She stopped at an intersection, staring blankly at the red illuminated hand across the street. Don't walk. She rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me what to do," she muttered under her breath. When the light changed and the strangely posed white stick figure lit up, she strolled across the street, stepping onto the opposite curb and continuing toward her building. She passed a guy and a girl, both in Harvard sweatshirts, and she couldn't help smiling. Maybe that would be her next year. Chris had finally given her a talk that was somewhere between an embrace and an eviction notice. In September, he'd called her into the office to fire her, telling her he was only giving her twelve months' notice. In a year, he expected her to be on to bigger and better things. "You're canned, Joey," he'd told her, shrugging his shoulders. "You're bounced, you're history, you're fired. You've got fifty-two weeks to clean out your desk." Everything since then had opened up. Maybe she'd give one of the Ivies a try. Maybe she'd go to some enormous, swarming sea of undergraduates and wade directly into the seamiest underbelly of arrested adolescence. Maybe she'd find a bohemian paradise where she could resist the patriarchy and drink four-dollar cups of coffee with the rest of the suburban exiles. And one day, she really would meet someone. *** Jen's phone rang while she was walking from psychology to French, although of course, like all good cellular phones, it didn't just ring. It didn't just make an undistinguished tootling electronic melody, either. Jen's phone played "Take The A-Train."
Page 1 and 2:
Disclaimers: Nope, don't own them.
Page 3 and 4:
what she really wants, and you know
Page 5 and 6:
Joey suddenly felt the crush of sil
Page 7 and 8:
"It was weird," Jen mused. "I reall
Page 9 and 10:
Pacey, on the other hand, was usual
Page 11 and 12:
Jack held up his hands in defeat. "
Page 13 and 14:
Jack and Jen both turned around to
Page 15 and 16:
"Pacey, it's really good to see you
Page 17 and 18:
Pacey would spend the next twenty y
Page 19 and 20:
"You are not." He grinned again. "A
Page 21 and 22:
How sad, she somehow had the time t
Page 23 and 24:
he repeated. At this, she smiled, a
Page 25 and 26:
*** Joey's mind wandered back to Th
Page 27 and 28:
"You did. You thought I didn't want
Page 29 and 30:
"Because if you didn't have that lo
Page 31 and 32:
"You and I are meant to be, Jo." It
Page 33 and 34:
*** part seven: pass When the phone
Page 35 and 36:
"No." Joey stared out the window de
Page 37 and 38:
It was cold, even for January, and
Page 39 and 40:
He froze. "Is that the real reason?
Page 41 and 42:
"Then why didn't you just get the h
Page 43 and 44:
He wanted to take it back. It was t
Page 45 and 46:
"Hello?" "Jen?" "Pacey?" "Yeah, yea
Page 47 and 48:
"I'm crazy about you, Lindley, you
Page 49 and 50:
This was a development Dawson hadn'
Page 51 and 52:
pouncing on her mouth and kissing h
Page 53 and 54:
"Well," Dawson said, picking up his
Page 55 and 56:
"Thank you." He tossed the messages
Page 57 and 58: "What happened?" She leaned forward
Page 59 and 60: "And eventually she made the last a
Page 61 and 62: Jen suddenly could hear herself bre
Page 63 and 64: "Well, I'm proud of you." For some
Page 65 and 66: He scratched his head. "Well, I'm n
Page 67 and 68: "And how is the blushing bride?" Pa
Page 69 and 70: Pacey narrowed his eyes. "You'd rat
Page 71 and 72: on her brave face and tried to pull
Page 73 and 74: it's the perfect moment if you were
Page 75 and 76: "Have I ever told you that I find e
Page 77 and 78: "This is taking more than five minu
Page 79 and 80: They both laughed, low and throaty,
Page 81 and 82: Jen swallowed hard. "And you're tel
Page 83 and 84: She closed her eyes again, and list
Page 85 and 86: He put his feet on the coffee table
Page 87 and 88: "Joey?" Jen put a hand on Joey's ar
Page 89 and 90: inadvertent right cross. Seeing him
Page 91 and 92: "The buddy. The friend. The famous
Page 93 and 94: But not me, she thought with a nost
Page 95 and 96: them, sweeping them into something
Page 97 and 98: didn't need me as the best friend,
Page 99 and 100: "I feel bad," he said simply. "I fe
Page 101 and 102: He leaned over and brushed his lips
Page 103 and 104: She turned to look at him again, st
Page 105 and 106: Jen reached into the car through th
Page 107: "You never will, either. Just anoth
Page 111 and 112: "Me, too." She hit the button, drop
Page 113 and 114: "Yes." She nodded slowly. "I was fe
Page 115 and 116: Jen's eyes widened. "It -- it doesn
Page 117 and 118: One of Pacey's eyes popped open. "I
Page 119 and 120: day reminding himself -- in a way t
show all

SOS by Glory, Girl Writer.pdf - Dawson's Creek Fandom Wiki

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

Delete template?

Save as template?