SOS by Glory, Girl Writer.pdf - Dawson's Creek Fandom Wiki
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Jen slowly put the phone down, and couldn't help catching a glimpse of her bare feet at the bottom of her plaid flannel pants. She thought of New Year's Day, and immediately got a headache. "Well, this will be interesting." *** Jen was true to her word, and Joey still had about two swallows of dark French roast left in her cup when she saw Jen pull up in her new blue Saturn, a Christmas gift from her guilt-ridden mother that Jen had decided, against her better judgment, to accept. Joey tossed her cup in the trash and hustled out to the car, almost leaping into the passenger seat as soon as the door was unlocked. "Joey, you don't even have a suitcase." Jen said this with more sympathy than surprise. "No, I don't even have a suitcase." She hugged her purse to her chest and pulled her coat closer around her. "I have my purse, and I have my coat, but I don't have a suitcase." A fat tear wandered down her cheek as Jen grimaced empathetically. "Okay, that's okay. We'll go back to my house, and you can borrow whatever you want. You must have been wearing those clothes since yesterday." She pulled the car out and started toward the highway. "Day before yesterday, actually." Joey pulled a tissue from her purse and started to dab at her face as she talked. "I left on New Year's Day, but I couldn't get a flight, so I stayed in the airport and ate . . . I don't know, eight-dollar hamburgers and three-dollar bags of potato chips, which is why I'm practically broke. Then yesterday . . . yesterday was the second, right? Right, right. Yesterday, I was there all day again, but then they finally got me on a flight to Dallas, and then I came here from Dallas. I'm rambling, right? I'm tired, and I smell really bad, and I'm rambling, and I got you out of bed early and -- " "Joey, it's fine. You would've done the same for me." They drove in silence for a few minutes, not looking at each other, not turning on the radio. "Joey," Jen finally said, "do you want to talk about why you left California without so much as your toothbrush?" Joey sighed heavily. "I was really unhappy." She looked down at her hands, then she said it again. "I was really unhappy." "Too much sunshine?" Jen finally glanced over at Joey with a smile. "I thought I was doing the right thing when I left, you know? I thought I was moving forward, getting on with my life, getting out of Capeside like I always wanted, making progress in some kind of positive direction. I wanted it to work so badly, because it was going to make everything make so much sense. Me and Dawson, California, a brand new start . . . it seemed like the right thing to do." "I gather it didn't work out that way."
"No." Joey stared out the window determinedly, as if she were scanning the landscape for signs of change. "We got there, and I felt empty and lonely all the time, like I was suffocating. And then I kind of found myself with Dawson again, only it felt like . . . " "It felt like what?" Joey chuckled bitterly. "It felt like we were still fifteen. It was strange. Everything was different, but nothing was different. I had dragged myself all the way across the country, and I had brought with me the one thing I needed to leave behind if I was ever really going to figure anything out for myself." "You didn't seem this unhappy when you were home for Thanksgiving, or even when I saw you last week." "Last week, I think I knew it was ending. Some part of me saw that there was an end in sight, and that I'd be home soon. It was like it put me at peace against my will. As far as Thanksgiving, well, I was going crazy, actually, but I didn't exactly want everybody to know." "Everybody?" Joey nodded acknowledgement. "I didn't want Pacey to know." Jen's heart quickened, but she just smiled with the understanding Joey would expect. Joey didn't even seem to be talking to Jen anymore. She had leaned back into her own mind, clearing out thoughts that had been the only company she'd had during a sleepless stint camped out at a series of airline counters. "I had been so afraid to see him anyway, because I knew that as soon as I saw him, I was going to break open. I was terrified that I would start crying the minute I laid eyes on him, so I tried not to pay any attention to him, and I tried to hide a little, but then there was this ridiculous incident at that party we went to. He and I ended up in the bathroom putting a band-aid on my hand, and I swear I almost told him that I was going home with him whether he liked it or not." "You didn't, though." "No, I didn't." Joey shrugged. "I figured that if he had wanted to be with me, he would have said something before I left. He knew I was going away with Dawson, he knew what day I was leaving, and he knew that part of me didn't want to go, so when he let me leave, I decided that I needed to accept the fact that he didn't care that much whether I left or stayed. It wasn't like I was completely surprised by it. I had done too much and waited too long. So when I saw him at Thanksgiving and he touched my hand, I really wanted to just give everything away and tell him I hated California, tell him I didn't love Dawson, and tell him . . . that I loved him so much that being without him felt like being alone in the world." "Wow," Jen breathed, her mind's eye wandering involuntarily to the sight of her foot at Pacey's lips. "Why didn't you tell him any of that?"
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- Page 3 and 4: what she really wants, and you know
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- Page 9 and 10: Pacey, on the other hand, was usual
- Page 11 and 12: Jack held up his hands in defeat. "
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- 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
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- Page 39 and 40: He froze. "Is that the real reason?
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- 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
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- Page 53 and 54: "Well," Dawson said, picking up his
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- Page 61 and 62: Jen suddenly could hear herself bre
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Jen slowly put the phone down, and couldn't help catching a glimpse of her bare feet at<br />
the bottom of her plaid flannel pants. She thought of New Year's Day, and immediately<br />
got a headache. "Well, this will be interesting."<br />
***<br />
Jen was true to her word, and Joey still had about two swallows of dark French roast left<br />
in her cup when she saw Jen pull up in her new blue Saturn, a Christmas gift from her<br />
guilt-ridden mother that Jen had decided, against her better judgment, to accept. Joey<br />
tossed her cup in the trash and hustled out to the car, almost leaping into the passenger<br />
seat as soon as the door was unlocked.<br />
"Joey, you don't even have a suitcase." Jen said this with more sympathy than surprise.<br />
"No, I don't even have a suitcase." She hugged her purse to her chest and pulled her<br />
coat closer around her. "I have my purse, and I have my coat, but I don't have a<br />
suitcase." A fat tear wandered down her cheek as Jen grimaced empathetically.<br />
"Okay, that's okay. We'll go back to my house, and you can borrow whatever you want.<br />
You must have been wearing those clothes since yesterday." She pulled the car out and<br />
started toward the highway.<br />
"Day before yesterday, actually." Joey pulled a tissue from her purse and started to dab<br />
at her face as she talked. "I left on New Year's Day, but I couldn't get a flight, so I stayed<br />
in the airport and ate . . . I don't know, eight-dollar hamburgers and three-dollar bags of<br />
potato chips, which is why I'm practically broke. Then yesterday . . . yesterday was the<br />
second, right? Right, right. Yesterday, I was there all day again, but then they finally got<br />
me on a flight to Dallas, and then I came here from Dallas. I'm rambling, right? I'm tired,<br />
and I smell really bad, and I'm rambling, and I got you out of bed early and -- "<br />
"Joey, it's fine. You would've done the same for me." They drove in silence for a few<br />
minutes, not looking at each other, not turning on the radio. "Joey," Jen finally said, "do<br />
you want to talk about why you left California without so much as your toothbrush?"<br />
Joey sighed heavily. "I was really unhappy." She looked down at her hands, then she<br />
said it again. "I was really unhappy."<br />
"Too much sunshine?" Jen finally glanced over at Joey with a smile.<br />
"I thought I was doing the right thing when I left, you know? I thought I was moving<br />
forward, getting on with my life, getting out of Capeside like I always wanted, making<br />
progress in some kind of positive direction. I wanted it to work so badly, because it was<br />
going to make everything make so much sense. Me and Dawson, California, a brand<br />
new start . . . it seemed like the right thing to do."<br />
"I gather it didn't work out that way."
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