SOS by Glory, Girl Writer.pdf - Dawson's Creek Fandom Wiki
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he shook his head. "Because you're a dope," he muttered to himself. There was nothing he could do about it now, of course. He stood up again and moved the Dumbo clock to a slightly different place on the built-in shelf where he'd placed it. Taking three steps back, he looked at the arrangement and nodded approvingly. He crossed the room to sit in the soft armchair next to the coffee table that had originally belonged to Dawson's parents. Fortunately, Dawson had passed on it, which had left it available for the taking. He picked up a picture of himself and Joey in a simple silver four-by-six frame. They were side by side, his arm around her shoulders, the two of them looking startlingly like a conventional couple of the most saccharine kind. He loved the picture, but looking at it, he missed her so much he almost couldn't breathe. He put the picture back down, picking up the one next to it, another favorite of his in which he had Joey on his shoulders. "For a feminist, she sure did get a big charge out of being carried," he sighed. He rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, the lock on the front door clicked and turned. Pacey stood up and looked. The door swung open, and she was standing there, a bag of groceries on her hip. She put the bag down on the table, not even seeing him, starting to tug one of her lightweight gloves off with her teeth. She turned around and closed the door, and then as she turned back around, she saw him standing in her apartment. "Hey, Jo," he grinned. She didn't speak, didn't smile, didn't make a sound. She closed the distance between them in three steps, throwing herself against him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his shoulder, feeling his hands in her hair. She pulled back from him, touching his cheek with her fingers. "What are you doing here?" she said finally. "It's no good, sweetheart." He tugged her jacket off and tossed it over a chair, then laced his fingers together behind her back. "I thought I could do it, but I can't." Slowly, it came to her what he meant. "What about school?" she asked, blinking rapidly. "There are a lot of schools." "What about being happy where you were?" She ran her hands up and down his arms. "I thought you said you were happy." He frowned. "Have you been happy?" Her eyes widened. "I -- I was trying to be happy. I could have been happy enough." "I could have been happy enough, too." He touched his lips to her forehead. "But I missed you so much I couldn't see straight, so I figured I'd come here and see if you were feeling the same way."
"Yes." She nodded slowly. "I was feeling the same way." Suddenly, she wrinkled her brow. "How did you get in here?" He smiled. "Chris has a key to your apartment." Now Pacey raised an eyebrow. "What's that about, anyway?" "I gave him my key so he could feed my goldfish when I was away for a weekend." Pacey looked around the apartment. "You don't have any goldfish." "Yeah, I know." She laughed. "I was out of town, so I wasn't here to remind him to do it, so he didn't do it." He kissed her softly, pulling her against him, finally moving his lips to her cheek. "Are you happy to see me?" he asked. She ran her hand over the back of his head. "Yes," she said into his ear. "I'm happy to see you." She hugged him hard, impulsively, like a little kid, and then pulled away. "I thought you didn't believe in grand gestures. I thought you didn't believe in rescue fantasies." "I don't." "You came to my apartment. You brought your Dumbo clock, I see. This entire thing has 'grand gesture' written all over it. And it smells a lot like a rescue fantasy." "Yeah, I thought about that." He rubbed his hands together. "But what I'm thinkin' is that I'm not really sure whether I'm offering a rescue or . . . you know, asking for one. So I guess I think if we're not sure who's being rescued and who's rescuing, then maybe it's okay." He spread his hands. "What do you think?" She took both of his hands in hers. "I think it's an excellent theory." He smiled. "Good." He kissed her again, swooning against her and breathing in her scent. "Besides, I figured I was allowed to make grand gestures as long as I kept it within reasonable range, you know? Breaking into your apartment was okay, as long as I didn't, you know, put ten dozen roses in your bedroom." She laughed. "Okay. We'll accept that as a limitation on order of magnitude." For a long minute, they just looked at each other. He remembered the first time he'd seen her in a real grown-up dress. She remembered the first kiss, not by the side of the road but before that, when she was in love with Dawson, and how it had surprised and unsettled and scared her. He could hear her saying, "I want to go with you." She could see the wall -- ask me to stay. "Is it too late to ask you to stay?" she asked. "No." "Okay. Consider yourself asked." She stared into his eyes, which were just a little playful, like always. "Pacey?"
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"Yes." She nodded slowly. "I was feeling the same way." Suddenly, she wrinkled her<br />
brow. "How did you get in here?"<br />
He smiled. "Chris has a key to your apartment." Now Pacey raised an eyebrow.<br />
"What's that about, anyway?"<br />
"I gave him my key so he could feed my goldfish when I was away for a weekend."<br />
Pacey looked around the apartment. "You don't have any goldfish."<br />
"Yeah, I know." She laughed. "I was out of town, so I wasn't here to remind him to do it,<br />
so he didn't do it."<br />
He kissed her softly, pulling her against him, finally moving his lips to her cheek. "Are<br />
you happy to see me?" he asked.<br />
She ran her hand over the back of his head. "Yes," she said into his ear. "I'm happy to<br />
see you." She hugged him hard, impulsively, like a little kid, and then pulled away. "I<br />
thought you didn't believe in grand gestures. I thought you didn't believe in rescue<br />
fantasies."<br />
"I don't."<br />
"You came to my apartment. You brought your Dumbo clock, I see. This entire thing<br />
has 'grand gesture' written all over it. And it smells a lot like a rescue fantasy."<br />
"Yeah, I thought about that." He rubbed his hands together. "But what I'm thinkin' is that<br />
I'm not really sure whether I'm offering a rescue or . . . you know, asking for one. So I<br />
guess I think if we're not sure who's being rescued and who's rescuing, then maybe it's<br />
okay." He spread his hands. "What do you think?"<br />
She took both of his hands in hers. "I think it's an excellent theory."<br />
He smiled. "Good." He kissed her again, swooning against her and breathing in her<br />
scent. "Besides, I figured I was allowed to make grand gestures as long as I kept it<br />
within reasonable range, you know? Breaking into your apartment was okay, as long as<br />
I didn't, you know, put ten dozen roses in your bedroom."<br />
She laughed. "Okay. We'll accept that as a limitation on order of magnitude." For a<br />
long minute, they just looked at each other. He remembered the first time he'd seen her<br />
in a real grown-up dress. She remembered the first kiss, not <strong>by</strong> the side of the road but<br />
before that, when she was in love with Dawson, and how it had surprised and unsettled<br />
and scared her. He could hear her saying, "I want to go with you." She could see the<br />
wall -- ask me to stay. "Is it too late to ask you to stay?" she asked.<br />
"No."<br />
"Okay. Consider yourself asked." She stared into his eyes, which were just a little<br />
playful, like always. "Pacey?"
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