SOS by Glory, Girl Writer.pdf - Dawson's Creek Fandom Wiki
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"I'm sorry about the tongue thing," Pacey offered gamely, smiling a little in a way that normally she found very appealing, but which at that moment made Jen want to break his nose. "I thought Grams made a nice recovery." "Jen, I don't know why you dragged all three of us in here," Dawson complained. "He's the one who said it. I thought everything was fine until then." "Sure you did," Jen snorted. "You sat there serving up every adorable little tale the two of you have managed to generate in whatever brief time you've been romantically reunited. I can't imagine you've been in California long enough to say very many more precious and nauseating things to each other than you've managed to share at the table as your personal prelude to indigestion, Dawson, so I'm thinking you're pretty much pouring out the contents of the entire catalogue. You may be able to fool everybody else in that room, but get this straight: I know exactly what you're doing. Consider his nose rubbed in it, would you? It's enough." "I'd say more than enough," Pacey made the mistake of chiming in. "Don't you even start," she snapped, turning her pointing finger at him. "You're the one who escalated this from an uncomfortable but manageable undercurrent to a full-blown adolescent smackdown. Given the number of times in the last six months that you've told me you're fine, I'd think you could make it through dinner without coming on like the Portrait of the Artist as a Jealous Angry Bastard." She turned her eyes to stare at Joey. "What? I didn't do anything." "Yes." Jen said it gently, but emphatically. "That's exactly right. You didn't do anything." She took a deep breath and launched into her final assault. "Now I want you all to listen. After dinner is over and we've done our duty helping Grams with the dishes, we're going to put all this behind us and go hang out with a guy Jack and I met at the grocery store. We're all going." "I don't want to go," Pacey said with a brisk shake of his head. "I don't give a shit." She smiled grimly. "Jack has backed every single one of us up in a variety of situations in which we didn't really deserve it. And," she looked pointedly at Joey, "this in spite of the fact that I think it's fair to say he hasn't had a very easy life himself. So we're all going to take our heads out of our asses and stop acting like the world revolves around our petty romantic entanglements, and we're going to take a few hours and act like the world revolves around Jack's petty romantic entanglements. I don't want to hear any griping, I don't want to hear any complaining, I don't want to hear any obscure pop culture references that could possibly be construed as complaining, and if any combination of the three of you starts anything except a campfire singalong, I will personally strip you naked and tie you to a flagpole. Got it?" Joey looked moderately amused for the first time all evening, which was more than could be said for Dawson, who appeared to be afraid that Jen might hit him. Pacey, on the other hand, was grinning openly. As the three of them filed past her back into the dining room, he kissed her on the cheek. "You are a force of nature, Lindley. And I'm sorry."
"You are not." He grinned again. "All this, and psychic too." *** Jack, called upon to put knuckles to wood, found that he was too nervous to knock. He was afraid to let Andie knock, for fear that in her nervous state, which usually manifested itself in an overdose of enthusiasm, she would spontaneously leap into the arms of whoever answered the door. Joey's mood had clearly improved since dinner, but now she and Dawson were occupying themselves doing some sort of nuzzling-giggling thing. Jack suspected that this routine was, on both of their parts, for the benefit of Pacey, who was checking out the wall sconce by the apartment door in a desperate attempt not to notice the giggling and nuzzling. "Jen, knock on the door." "Oh, for God's sake, do I always have to be the only grown-up in the room?" She stepped forward and knocked briskly. Pete answered the door, looking more relaxed than he had at the store. "Hey, Jen. Jack." He gave a little nod, which Jack returned with a sort of sneaky eagerness. "The rest of you I don't know." "Oh." Jen pointed to each of them in turn. "This is Jack's sister Andie, and these are our friends Dawson, Joey, and Pacey. Guys, this is Pete." "Hey"s all around. It was a nicely-furnished two-bedroom apartment, and there were about twenty people milling around. They looked primarily like college types, and only a few of them looked genuinely drunk, which seemed like a plus. Andie quickly went off in search of a 7-UP, Dawson and Joey went to follow up on news that in one of the bedrooms, a small group was watching Jaws on DVD, and Jen dragged Pacey over to check out the CD collection. "Wow, your friends don't like you very much," Pete said as Jack looked around, stunned at the flood of departures. "They're subtle, aren't they? I'm thinking they don't have much of a future as international spies." It was at this point that Jack realized that the flirtation from the store had just become something only a few degrees from a date -- the covert had become the overt. "Thank you for inviting us, by the way. We could really use the outlet at this point." "That's right, the slumber party." Pete sat down on the living room sofa, and Jack dropped down next to him. "How's it going? They don't seem to be acting up too badly right now." "You're lucky you missed dinner. It's complicated." "Tell me." "Well, you might have noticed that Jen did the short version of the introductions. The long version would have gone something like, 'I'm Jen, and this is my ex-boyfriend, my
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"You are not."<br />
He grinned again. "All this, and psychic too."<br />
***<br />
Jack, called upon to put knuckles to wood, found that he was too nervous to knock. He<br />
was afraid to let Andie knock, for fear that in her nervous state, which usually manifested<br />
itself in an overdose of enthusiasm, she would spontaneously leap into the arms of<br />
whoever answered the door. Joey's mood had clearly improved since dinner, but now<br />
she and Dawson were occupying themselves doing some sort of nuzzling-giggling thing.<br />
Jack suspected that this routine was, on both of their parts, for the benefit of Pacey, who<br />
was checking out the wall sconce <strong>by</strong> the apartment door in a desperate attempt not to<br />
notice the giggling and nuzzling. "Jen, knock on the door."<br />
"Oh, for God's sake, do I always have to be the only grown-up in the room?" She<br />
stepped forward and knocked briskly.<br />
Pete answered the door, looking more relaxed than he had at the store. "Hey, Jen.<br />
Jack." He gave a little nod, which Jack returned with a sort of sneaky eagerness. "The<br />
rest of you I don't know."<br />
"Oh." Jen pointed to each of them in turn. "This is Jack's sister Andie, and these are<br />
our friends Dawson, Joey, and Pacey. Guys, this is Pete." "Hey"s all around.<br />
It was a nicely-furnished two-bedroom apartment, and there were about twenty people<br />
milling around. They looked primarily like college types, and only a few of them looked<br />
genuinely drunk, which seemed like a plus. Andie quickly went off in search of a 7-UP,<br />
Dawson and Joey went to follow up on news that in one of the bedrooms, a small group<br />
was watching Jaws on DVD, and Jen dragged Pacey over to check out the CD<br />
collection. "Wow, your friends don't like you very much," Pete said as Jack looked<br />
around, stunned at the flood of departures.<br />
"They're subtle, aren't they? I'm thinking they don't have much of a future as<br />
international spies." It was at this point that Jack realized that the flirtation from the store<br />
had just become something only a few degrees from a date -- the covert had become<br />
the overt. "Thank you for inviting us, <strong>by</strong> the way. We could really use the outlet at this<br />
point."<br />
"That's right, the slumber party." Pete sat down on the living room sofa, and Jack<br />
dropped down next to him. "How's it going? They don't seem to be acting up too badly<br />
right now."<br />
"You're lucky you missed dinner. It's complicated."<br />
"Tell me."<br />
"Well, you might have noticed that Jen did the short version of the introductions. The<br />
long version would have gone something like, 'I'm Jen, and this is my ex-boyfriend, my
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