by: tlgirl
And I hide all the pain that I've gained with my wisdom . . . from you
And I'm eaten alive, by what I hold inside
All the things that I live with, I can't easily hide
And I'm left here with nothing, nothing to live for . . . but you
- Unknown
Rating: PG
Category: P/J
Disclaimer: blah blah blah . . . I don't own anything . . . you know the drill.
Note: The poem above is something I found just surfing on the Internet. It's not mine. The thing is, I don't remember who wrote it. So if you wrote the poem or if you know who did, please e-mail me so that I can give the proper credit to the author.
Summary: This is a short Pacey and Joey shipper fic from season 3. This is "Cinderella Story" with a different ending. Not really much to say, just read it. It's another angst-y fic. This time, it's from Pacey's POV.
Spoilers: Season Three - A Cinderella Story
Feedback: Please! E-mail me: tlgirl2@hotmail.com
You were always Dawson's other best friend, Dawson's soulmate, Dawson's girl. I never thought that you become my everything. Nonetheless, the woman that I can't live without. It was something I never intended to do, fall in love with you. I don't remember when or where it happened, it just did.
The feelings that I have for you are things that I shouldn't be feeling. Despite the fact that you deserve better than me, you're his property. I can't compete with Dawson, anyone and everyone would chose the golden boy over me. He's the star, I'm just the lousy sidekick, a character added for mainly comic relief. I'm not suppose to get the girl, nor will I.
I'm not going to let you break my heart, because it's already broken. I'll deny the fact that the kiss I initiated by the side of the road had any significance to me, I'll blame it on some kind of hormonal glitch, and we'll go back to the way things were. We'll banter, we'll fight, we'll call each other names. It'll hurt. Little by little you'll be unknowingly tearing me apart. But I need you in my life, even if it just means being your friend. All I can do is pray that one day, the pain will go away. And I might never tell you this but, I love you Jo.
Denying my feelings won't be enough though, I'm scared that I might slip up and try to kiss you again. This is my only other option. I pick up the phone and dial her number.
"Hey Andie, what are you doing tonight . . ."