Author's Note: Wow, it's been a while I know. I apologize profusely but hey! If you want to see what I've been doing, check out my other series...1. What I beleive is now called the Portman family series. New story fully written there. 2. The Sex and the City series, finished the second story in that one. Also I started a new story (THAT WILL HAVE NO SEQUELS!) called Little Rileys. It's really good, I'm kind of obsessed with it. Anyway, back to this, again sorry about the wait. Hope you like this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of them. I so totally wish I did. Except Abby, I own her.

Chapter 3: What a tangled web we weave...

Connie and Pacey lay on her bed. They hadn't been making out, just talking, tickling each other, kissing occasionally. Just being in the same space, looking at each other was enough for them at this point.

"Pacey," Connie whispered after a few minutes of silence, he put a hand to her cheek softly and she closed her eyes. "I love you."

"Connie," he stopped, "I don't think,"

"You don't have to say it back," she smiled, "I've wanted to say it for a while, but I wanted to say it in person." He smiled and kissed her softly. They continued to kiss each other and he moved down to her neck and his hands up her shirt, she moaned softly as he played with her breasts. "Pacey," she said breathlessly. "I still want you to be my first."

"I still want to be your first," He murmured, and moved one hand down to her jeans and started fiddling with the button at the top. "I love you too Connie."

"Pacey," she whimpered happily, "Oh Pacey," she sighed as he pulled her shirt up.

"Hey Cons, you left this," Guy walked in and Pacey pulled back, he was holding Connie's jacket. "Oh, I guess I should have knocked."

"Yeah, you should have!" Connie snapped, and pulled her tee shirt on.

"Does your Mom know that you're up here with him?" Guy glared at Pacey.

"Yes," Connie said abrasively. "She trusts me, and she knows we haven't seen each other in months."

"She never let me hang out in your room!" Guy said.

"Maybe I should go," Pacey said, he kissed Connie softly, "I'll call you later." She nodded, as he walked out she crossed her arms and stared at Guy.

"What do you want?" she said.

"You left your jacket at the pond," He said, "I figured you'd be cold."

"You could have given it to me tomorrow," she grumbled, and plopped on the bed. "I was about to,"

"Yeah, I saw what you were about to," he cut her off, "You really want to sleep with that jackass?"

"Pacey is not a jackass," she shouted, "I love him!"

"You do not," Guy shook his head. "You can't!"

"We're not six anymore," she sighed, "I don't just stop feeling things because you say I can't!"

"But I love you," he insisted. "And like really love you, not just in a I want to stick my hand down your pants way." He stopped. "Although I would like that too." She smiled. "You're smiling."

"Guy," she kissed him softly on the cheek, "We broke up, over a year ago, you wanted to break up."

"I was stupid," he insisted, "I'm worried about you. You're not yourself. You sit around waiting for some guy to call you, you're moody, you skipped winter formal, you've been beating up on Averman, which you used to do anyway, but you've been doing it more often," she laughed, he put his hand on hers. "I care about you, and I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I'm not going to get hurt." She smiled. "I love him, and he loves me."

"She's never going to forgive me," Abby babbled, driving and staring at the road. "She's my baby sister and she's never going to talk to me again."

"Is she sleeping with Portman?" Scot asked, Abby glared at him. "It's a viable question."

"No," she said, "She's not. It's complicated, or something I don't know." Tears started forming in her eyes. "She looked like she was about to cry. I made her cry once, she was three, I was six. She broke some stupid toy of mine and I pushed her, and she cried, and I promised her I would never make her cry again while I was hugging her, trying to get her to calm down."

"Abby," he said, "Stop the car," She pulled over and looked at him, he kissed her softly. "When you explain everything to her, she will forgive you, and things will be fine." He stopped. "She probably thinks that we're having sex." Abby smiled. "I think this is the longest I've been in a relationship without having sex."

"Me too," Abby laughed. "Soon, once things are on track with Julie. We did do it once."

"The beginning," he laughed. "God we were drunk."

"You were still the best I've ever had," she whispered and kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said softly, holding her head, so that their foreheads were touching. "Part of me thinks I always have."

"Scot," she said, "If she asks me to,"

"I know," he nodded, "You have to. I understand."

"I don't want to but," Abby sighed, "She's my sister, and I need her, and I love you so much but, she's kind of all I have, our parents suck so badly,"

"Abby, I know," he said, calming her down, he kissed her.

"I would miss you so much," she laughed, "God, I never in a million years thought,"

"That you would actually fall in love with the guy your mother wanted you to marry?" He smiled. She started the car and kept driving further east.

"Hey," Dawson walked inside and saw Julie on the couch.

"Hi," she smiled at him.

"Did you talk to her?" He asked. She shook her head. "Why not?"

"I talked to Scot," Julie said, "Sort of. He said that they want to explain to me."

"Maybe you should let them," Dawson shrugged.

"You too?" She sighed, "Jesus, like they need to explain that they're fucking each other?"

"Maybe there's more to it," Dawson said.

"Hi Dawson," Gale Leery walked in, "Oh, you must be the famous Julie. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too," Julie smiled. "Thanks so much for having us."

"It's no problem, Dawson," she smiled, and her son looked up, "I need you to go down to the Ice House, Bodie made desert for tomorrow." Dawson nodded.

"You wanna come?" He asked Julie. She nodded. "We'll be back."

"You know, I didn't think about your Mom," Julie said quietly, as they walked, "I guess there can be more to it. And I've been doing my usual self absorbed bullshit. How is everything?"

"Better," he shrugged, "I think, it's hard to gauge, they don't talk much." Julie nodded. "But I mean, she had an affair, you can't really blame him for being upset."

"Yeah," Julie nodded. "You know, maybe we should get Jen." Dawson shrugged.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because she's your girlfriend," she said, "I doubt she'd like this."

"Jen's cool," he nodded, "Really, don't worry about it." Julie nodded. "So, you and Portman?"

"Are now not speaking," she sighed, "I don't know, it's weird, it's like I don't even."

"Dawson," Jen ran up and pecked him, "What are you doing? Hi Julie."

"Hi," she nodded.

"We're just walking," he said, "My mom needed us to pick something up."

"Right," Jen smiled, "Cool, do you mind if I tag along?" They shrugged, Jen looped her arm through his and smiled. Julie knew that smile, it was the jealousy smile, she used to see Dean's girlfriends look at her like that, it was how Scot used to look at Dean. Jen Lindley was jealous of her, just like Dean was jealous of Dawson. What kind of a web were they entangled in?

As Dawson walked in to the Ice House and was talking to Bodie, Jen smiled gently at Julie.

"Dawson told me about you sister," she said, "That really sucks."

"Yeah," Julie sighed. "It does."

"You slept with him?" Julie nodded. "It's nice to be around someone else who isn't a virgin."

"You're not," Julie started, "Did you and Dawson?"

"No!" Jen said, "No, he's not ready."

"Neither was I," Julie laughed.

"How old were you?" Jen asked, "You don't have to answer."

"Fourteen," Julie shrugged, "He was seventeen."

"Older guy, another thing we have in common." Jen smiled, and then it turned to a frown. "He likes you."

"We're friends," Julie assured her, "I don't look at him like that. He just listens, when I need an impartial ear."

"I think I could love him," Jen admitted.

"There's a lot to love," Julie smiled. "But I only see one guy."

"Portman?" Jen smiled, Julie nodded. "He's hot."

"You should see him without the shirt," Julie giggled. Jen smiled. It was nice to have someone to talk to.

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