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They lay like that for long minutes, a fluttery blur of kisses and fingers and fearlessness that didn't seem likely to last. Finally, she put her palm flat against his cheek and pressed her lips to his gently. "Thank you for that," she said softly. He ran his finger down the side of her face and smiled down at her. "Well, yes, it was quite a lot to ask of me." He slowly moved away from her, unsure now what was next. She sat watching him, how drop-dead gorgeous his eyes were, how rough his hands seemed, how his soft mouth curved into so many kinds of smiles. Suddenly, she laughed. "I know, I know, you have to go home." She swept her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm not really sure what to say." He sighed and reached for her hand. Holding it tenderly, he shrugged. "I think that we just did something that was definitely something . . . and definitely not something else." She stood up and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "That's exactly what I was thinking." *** "Joey," Dawson said as he picked up her reluctant hand. "I know you may have had those feelings about Pacey at one point, but I also know -- and you know, too -- that that was never permanent." She stared hard at him. "And what makes you say that?" He looked back blankly, hesitating. "Well, frankly . . . it didn't last, did it?" "Dawson, just because my relationship with him didn't work out, that doesn't give you the right to act like it was some kind of summer flirtation that was doomed to fail when we went our separate ways after the big campfire at the end of our four weeks at camp." She shot him a look that he read as defensive, which was unfortunate, because he would have been better off reading it as foreboding. "Hey, you can't blame me for the fact that the dynamic wasn't exactly stable. Maybe if you had based it on something real to begin with, instead of what you seem to be telling me it was based on, which was apparently sex, it might have lasted a little longer." This, he would think later, was a mistake. "What the hell are you talking about, Dawson?" "Well, Joey, you just told me this was some kind of lust connection from the beginning, so excuse me if I'm not surprised that under those circumstances, he didn't exactly turn out to be the love of your life." He met her eyes as she jumped up from her seat. "Who says he didn't?" She watched as Dawson registered this. He didn't merely look disappointed, or even depressed. Something in him seemed to sink into the ground, as if some part of what held him up had collapsed.
"You and I are meant to be, Jo." It was a mantra, said without passion or thought. "If you say 'soulmates,' Dawson, I'm going to pick up a lamp and crack your skull, and I'm serious." She wrinkled her brow. "How dare you sit there and judge a situation you know nothing about? You don't know why I was with him, you don't know why I broke up with him, and you don't know how I feel about him now." "Joey, where is all this coming from? Everything's been fine, you came out here with me, we've been happy . . . " "No, Dawson, you've been happy. I've been sitting here trying to figure out how to keep myself from going out to one of those beautiful cliffs and jumping right off. You don't listen to me, you don't see what's happening to me, you don't know anything about me right now. I want something else. I want more than playing house with my best friend for the rest of my life." "Joey, I don't know if the point of all of this is supposed to be that Pacey is passionate about you and I'm not, but if that's the point you're trying to make, it's completely ridiculous. I think you're beautiful, Joey." He reached for her hand, but she was having none of it. She looked at him, disbelieving. "Are you serious? Dawson, you spent ten years thinking of me as nothing but an ungendered sidekick. You spent your time mooning over Jen and her ilk, and I spent mine sitting there wondering why it was that the person who knew me best in the world didn't seem to find anything about me remotely attractive. Then all of a sudden, I wind up in this beauty pageant as a complete act of desperation that's about nothing but money, and the minute you see me dressed up like a Barbie doll, you decide that maybe I'm a girl after all. And you probably still wouldn't have done anything about it if I hadn't threatened to go to Paris. It had to be this big dramatic thing, because when you come right down to it, you're not the least bit passionate about me." He shook his head, again and again. "I don't understand where this is coming from." "I am so sick of being your fucking safety valve." She looked out the window at the palm trees and the people and the endless, unbroken sunshine, and she hated it all. "You think you brought me here for me, and I thought I came here for me, but we're both here for you." "What does that mean?" "It means that whenever your life is a little uncertain, whenever you aren't sure what's going to happen, whenever you think you might have to actually go out and figure out who in the hell you are, you suddenly have this overwhelming need to have me with you. You bring me along like some kind of good luck charm, but it doesn't have anything to do with actually wanting me with you." Joey waited for some kind of response but he just stared back at her, shrugging helplessly. "I'm sick of sitting behind a pane of glass in the wall, waiting to be broken out in case of emergency. I want somebody to be excited about me, Dawson, and I want to be excited about him, too. You and I are friends, don't you get it? We are in each other's lives. We are always going to have
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"You and I are meant to be, Jo." It was a mantra, said without passion or thought.<br />
"If you say 'soulmates,' Dawson, I'm going to pick up a lamp and crack your skull, and<br />
I'm serious." She wrinkled her brow. "How dare you sit there and judge a situation you<br />
know nothing about? You don't know why I was with him, you don't know why I broke up<br />
with him, and you don't know how I feel about him now."<br />
"Joey, where is all this coming from? Everything's been fine, you came out here with<br />
me, we've been happy . . . "<br />
"No, Dawson, you've been happy. I've been sitting here trying to figure out how to keep<br />
myself from going out to one of those beautiful cliffs and jumping right off. You don't<br />
listen to me, you don't see what's happening to me, you don't know anything about me<br />
right now. I want something else. I want more than playing house with my best friend<br />
for the rest of my life."<br />
"Joey, I don't know if the point of all of this is supposed to be that Pacey is passionate<br />
about you and I'm not, but if that's the point you're trying to make, it's completely<br />
ridiculous. I think you're beautiful, Joey." He reached for her hand, but she was having<br />
none of it. She looked at him, disbelieving.<br />
"Are you serious? Dawson, you spent ten years thinking of me as nothing but an<br />
ungendered sidekick. You spent your time mooning over Jen and her ilk, and I spent<br />
mine sitting there wondering why it was that the person who knew me best in the world<br />
didn't seem to find anything about me remotely attractive. Then all of a sudden, I wind<br />
up in this beauty pageant as a complete act of desperation that's about nothing but<br />
money, and the minute you see me dressed up like a Barbie doll, you decide that maybe<br />
I'm a girl after all. And you probably still wouldn't have done anything about it if I hadn't<br />
threatened to go to Paris. It had to be this big dramatic thing, because when you come<br />
right down to it, you're not the least bit passionate about me."<br />
He shook his head, again and again. "I don't understand where this is coming from."<br />
"I am so sick of being your fucking safety valve." She looked out the window at the palm<br />
trees and the people and the endless, unbroken sunshine, and she hated it all. "You<br />
think you brought me here for me, and I thought I came here for me, but we're both here<br />
for you."<br />
"What does that mean?"<br />
"It means that whenever your life is a little uncertain, whenever you aren't sure what's<br />
going to happen, whenever you think you might have to actually go out and figure out<br />
who in the hell you are, you suddenly have this overwhelming need to have me with<br />
you. You bring me along like some kind of good luck charm, but it doesn't have anything<br />
to do with actually wanting me with you." Joey waited for some kind of response but he<br />
just stared back at her, shrugging helplessly. "I'm sick of sitting behind a pane of glass<br />
in the wall, waiting to be broken out in case of emergency. I want somebody to be<br />
excited about me, Dawson, and I want to be excited about him, too. You and I are<br />
friends, don't you get it? We are in each other's lives. We are always going to have
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