Disclaimer: Dawson's creek does not belong to me. Duh.
Joey stood still as she looked on at the infamous John Witter. She'd heard so many stories about the man but witnessed few. She couldn't quite comprehend how someone could be a hero, but have such little respect from his own son. Perhaps Pacey just exaggerates She thought, but not for the first time. Maybe it's none of my business. She thought again, countering her first consideration. Joey realized that the sheriff was making his way toward the house slowly looking around, obviously confused of why so many kids were entering his house. That was until he heard the music blare louder than before after Pacey upped the volume on his stereo. John's expression went from platonic to fury, as he began walking faster. Joey hurried inside the house to warn Pacey who was nowhere to be found. Joey sighed sharply, as she walked over to Dawson once she spotted him in the kitchen.
"Dawson!" She began nervously." Where the hell is Pacey?" She asked more calm.
"Upstairs. Why?"
"Tell him to get down here! His dad is on his way in--" Before Joey could finish, John taped her on the shoulder lightly.
"There's no need to worry Joey, I'll go get him." John said gravely. Then walked up the stairs.
Jen ran to turn off the music when she saw him. Then ran over to Dawson and Joey once he went upstairs.
"Who's responsible for Mr. Witter's early return?" Jen asked sardonically.
"Damn." Dawson whispered to himself, ignoring Jen's last comment.
Pacey stomped down the stairs angrily as John yelled indistinctively after him.
"Why didn't anyone warn me?" Pacey asked the three eyeing Dawson.
"We tried." Dawson and Joey answered accordingly.
"Pacey, I want all these people put of here right now." John said, avoiding his temper.
"Pop..."
"Now!"
Pacey rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Alright, everybody out! You heard the man!" Pacey shouted as people started leaving with scattered groans.
Everyone finally cleared out except for Joey, Jen, and Dawson.
"You happy now?" Pacey asked beginning to clean up.
"Joey, Dawson... blondie, I think it's time you all leave. My son and I have some things to talk about."
Joey and Dawson looked at Pacey expectantly. He rolled his eyes again and motioned towards the door.
"Just go." He whispered.
That was their cue. Joey, Dawson, and Jen followed the rest of the kids' lead and left.
"What do you have to say for yourself son?"
"What are you doing home?"
"That's all you have to say?"
"Well, I kind of asked--"
"Being smart, isn't gonna get you out of the trouble you got ahead of you boy."
"Is that so?"
"You're not only grounded, since you like throwing wild parties without my consent. I figure you won't mind the task at hand."
"What task?"
"It's time for some tough love son."
"Are you serious?" Pacey questioned chuckling." Now, what do you consider "tough love"? Because if how you've been treating me for the last damn near sixteen years of my life ain't tough love. Then you're just gonna have to explain it to me." Pacey replied anger growing in his voice.
"Well since you asked soo nicely. You're going to be more than busy this summer. I suggest you get a job."
"I do have a job. The video store remember? You're definitely getting' old pop."
(Dry laugh)" No, ya don't. See, yesterday the manager called and fired you for not coming into work for the last 3 weeks. Any particular reason why?"
"Depression dad. It can be an ugly thang."
"Very funny. Now you're gonna have to pull more weight around here and get another--and might I add better job."
"But pop I can't, I'm fifteen, no ones going to hire me."
"Can't isn't in the Witter's vocabulary."
"Apparently, nonsensical is."
"You're getting' a job. That's final." John Witter said finally heading upsatirs.
"Why, me?" Pacey asked shoving an empty cup in a trash bag. {Outside the Ice House}
Dawson and Pacey sat at a random table outside the icehouse, waiting patiently for service.
"So you have to get a job?"
"Can you believe it? Hey--maybe you could get my job back!"
"How do you figure?" Dawson asked weakly.
"Talk to the manager for me. Convince him what a great worker I am."
"I did that to get you the job in the first place."
"You know what they say...the second time is the better time."
"I've never heard that."
"Hell I made it up--who cares? Pleasseee."
"Fine, I'll see what I can do. But I guarantee you nothing."
"Thank you thank you thank...you." Pacey said cheerfully.
"You people do this to torture me right?" Joey asked approaching the table.
"And you're referring to..." Pacey asked only irritating her.
"What'll it be Mongoloids?" Joey asked taking out her pad and pen.
"Cheeseburger, fries and a small coke please?" Dawson said looking in his pocket for loose change.
"And you, Sir. Witter?"
"Oh I'll have the same."
"Coming right up." Joey said walking away.
"She's slightly happier than usual." Pacey said suspiciously.
"You know girls, one minute they hate you the next they love you. Mood swings man."
"True."
Minutes passed until finally Joey came back with the two orders.
"One cheeseburger, fries and small coke. And one "I'll have the same"." Joey said placing the food on the table.
"Yess. I haven't eaten all day, I'm practically famished." Dawson said biting into the burger.
"Children in Africa are famished Dawson." Joey replied depressingly.
"What?" Dawson asked defensively at her tone.
"I'm just saying, watch your choice of words." Joey said throwing her hands up in a hands-off position.
"And on the happy note. It's go time." Pacey said biting off almost half of his burger.
"Ewww." Joey said disgusted.
Dawson just shook his head.
"What?" Pacey questioned, food falling out of his mouth.
"Don't talk with your mouth full man." Dawson finalized.
{Dawson's room}
"So when are you going to talk to the manager?"
"Soon. I can't believe Mr. Witter's making Pacey get a summer job."
"Yeah what the hell is his problem. How dare he try to teach Pacey some responsibility, not to mention punish him for his wrong doings. I tell you the man is the devil himself." Joey said mockingly.
"I understand that completely I do. But to take a man's summer away from him...that's just erroneous."
"Hardly."
"Let's just agree to disagree."
"Fine." Joey sighed as Dawson popped in another video.
"Here we go." Dawson said kicking back on the bed next to Joey.
(porn music plays)
Joey's eyes widen, when a woman begins moaning loudly on the video. Dawson rushes to the VCR and takes the tape out.
"How did that get in here?" He asked, exceptionally embarrassed.
Joey just smiled uncomfortably.
"Hey Dawson?"
"Yeah?" He asked his face still red.
"Will you take me with you--you know "soon", when you go talk to Christian."
"Christian? Oh yeah, the manager. I didn't know you guys were on a first name basis."
"We're not. I just like hearing myself say his name....Christian. Isn't that the sweetest name."
"I...guess." Dawson answered
putting in E.T.
"Again???"
"Yep." Dawson replied kicking back on the bed next to Joey once again.
"I'm afraid you're getting predictable Dawson."
"Shut up."
And with that, they both relaxed and began watching the movie that symbolized one of the most important things to them. Their Friendship.
Joey stood still as she looked on at the infamous John Witter. She'd heard so many stories about the man but witnessed few. She couldn't quite comprehend how someone could be a hero, but have such little respect from his own son. Perhaps Pacey just exaggerates She thought, but not for the first time. Maybe it's none of my business. She thought again, countering her first consideration. Joey realized that the sheriff was making his way toward the house slowly looking around, obviously confused of why so many kids were entering his house. That was until he heard the music blare louder than before after Pacey upped the volume on his stereo. John's expression went from platonic to fury, as he began walking faster. Joey hurried inside the house to warn Pacey who was nowhere to be found. Joey sighed sharply, as she walked over to Dawson once she spotted him in the kitchen.
"Dawson!" She began nervously." Where the hell is Pacey?" She asked more calm.
"Upstairs. Why?"
"Tell him to get down here! His dad is on his way in--" Before Joey could finish, John taped her on the shoulder lightly.
"There's no need to worry Joey, I'll go get him." John said gravely. Then walked up the stairs.
Jen ran to turn off the music when she saw him. Then ran over to Dawson and Joey once he went upstairs.
"Who's responsible for Mr. Witter's early return?" Jen asked sardonically.
"Damn." Dawson whispered to himself, ignoring Jen's last comment.
Pacey stomped down the stairs angrily as John yelled indistinctively after him.
"Why didn't anyone warn me?" Pacey asked the three eyeing Dawson.
"We tried." Dawson and Joey answered accordingly.
"Pacey, I want all these people put of here right now." John said, avoiding his temper.
"Pop..."
"Now!"
Pacey rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Alright, everybody out! You heard the man!" Pacey shouted as people started leaving with scattered groans.
Everyone finally cleared out except for Joey, Jen, and Dawson.
"You happy now?" Pacey asked beginning to clean up.
"Joey, Dawson... blondie, I think it's time you all leave. My son and I have some things to talk about."
Joey and Dawson looked at Pacey expectantly. He rolled his eyes again and motioned towards the door.
"Just go." He whispered.
That was their cue. Joey, Dawson, and Jen followed the rest of the kids' lead and left.
"What do you have to say for yourself son?"
"What are you doing home?"
"That's all you have to say?"
"Well, I kind of asked--"
"Being smart, isn't gonna get you out of the trouble you got ahead of you boy."
"Is that so?"
"You're not only grounded, since you like throwing wild parties without my consent. I figure you won't mind the task at hand."
"What task?"
"It's time for some tough love son."
"Are you serious?" Pacey questioned chuckling." Now, what do you consider "tough love"? Because if how you've been treating me for the last damn near sixteen years of my life ain't tough love. Then you're just gonna have to explain it to me." Pacey replied anger growing in his voice.
"Well since you asked soo nicely. You're going to be more than busy this summer. I suggest you get a job."
"I do have a job. The video store remember? You're definitely getting' old pop."
(Dry laugh)" No, ya don't. See, yesterday the manager called and fired you for not coming into work for the last 3 weeks. Any particular reason why?"
"Depression dad. It can be an ugly thang."
"Very funny. Now you're gonna have to pull more weight around here and get another--and might I add better job."
"But pop I can't, I'm fifteen, no ones going to hire me."
"Can't isn't in the Witter's vocabulary."
"Apparently, nonsensical is."
"You're getting' a job. That's final." John Witter said finally heading upsatirs.
"Why, me?" Pacey asked shoving an empty cup in a trash bag. {Outside the Ice House}
Dawson and Pacey sat at a random table outside the icehouse, waiting patiently for service.
"So you have to get a job?"
"Can you believe it? Hey--maybe you could get my job back!"
"How do you figure?" Dawson asked weakly.
"Talk to the manager for me. Convince him what a great worker I am."
"I did that to get you the job in the first place."
"You know what they say...the second time is the better time."
"I've never heard that."
"Hell I made it up--who cares? Pleasseee."
"Fine, I'll see what I can do. But I guarantee you nothing."
"Thank you thank you thank...you." Pacey said cheerfully.
"You people do this to torture me right?" Joey asked approaching the table.
"And you're referring to..." Pacey asked only irritating her.
"What'll it be Mongoloids?" Joey asked taking out her pad and pen.
"Cheeseburger, fries and a small coke please?" Dawson said looking in his pocket for loose change.
"And you, Sir. Witter?"
"Oh I'll have the same."
"Coming right up." Joey said walking away.
"She's slightly happier than usual." Pacey said suspiciously.
"You know girls, one minute they hate you the next they love you. Mood swings man."
"True."
Minutes passed until finally Joey came back with the two orders.
"One cheeseburger, fries and small coke. And one "I'll have the same"." Joey said placing the food on the table.
"Yess. I haven't eaten all day, I'm practically famished." Dawson said biting into the burger.
"Children in Africa are famished Dawson." Joey replied depressingly.
"What?" Dawson asked defensively at her tone.
"I'm just saying, watch your choice of words." Joey said throwing her hands up in a hands-off position.
"And on the happy note. It's go time." Pacey said biting off almost half of his burger.
"Ewww." Joey said disgusted.
Dawson just shook his head.
"What?" Pacey questioned, food falling out of his mouth.
"Don't talk with your mouth full man." Dawson finalized.
{Dawson's room}
"So when are you going to talk to the manager?"
"Soon. I can't believe Mr. Witter's making Pacey get a summer job."
"Yeah what the hell is his problem. How dare he try to teach Pacey some responsibility, not to mention punish him for his wrong doings. I tell you the man is the devil himself." Joey said mockingly.
"I understand that completely I do. But to take a man's summer away from him...that's just erroneous."
"Hardly."
"Let's just agree to disagree."
"Fine." Joey sighed as Dawson popped in another video.
"Here we go." Dawson said kicking back on the bed next to Joey.
(porn music plays)
Joey's eyes widen, when a woman begins moaning loudly on the video. Dawson rushes to the VCR and takes the tape out.
"How did that get in here?" He asked, exceptionally embarrassed.
Joey just smiled uncomfortably.
"Hey Dawson?"
"Yeah?" He asked his face still red.
"Will you take me with you--you know "soon", when you go talk to Christian."
"Christian? Oh yeah, the manager. I didn't know you guys were on a first name basis."
"We're not. I just like hearing myself say his name....Christian. Isn't that the sweetest name."
"I...guess." Dawson answered
putting in E.T.
"Again???"
"Yep." Dawson replied kicking back on the bed next to Joey once again.
"I'm afraid you're getting predictable Dawson."
"Shut up."
And with that, they both relaxed and began watching the movie that symbolized one of the most important things to them. Their Friendship.