Kayrulz08: Title: The Love Inside
Summary: Jennifer Lindley had a daughter, Amy, who was left to be raised by Jack and Doug. Not everyone is very open to the idea of her having gay parents. How will she deal?
Author: Yelak.
Disclaimer: Though I would like to be, I am not the creator of Dawson's Creek and the only profit from this story is having you guys review, hint hint. ;-)
Reviewers:
WiccanWillow23 - Aww, thank you! Not to toot my own horn, but I really like the flashbacks too. I think I'm gonna work a few more in there. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
boschette - Thanks! I love your story too! I'm really glad you like it. Thanks so much.
damien455 - Thank you! And here is more for ya! ;-)
Laura - You know if you want it, you got it. So here's chapter eleven! Mucho gracias.
kayfanatik - And Jordan's idea will be revealed! Here ya go! Thaaaaannnnnkkkk yoouuu.
Tabitha - Addicted, you say? That makes me feel really special! :-D Thanks so much. And I knew a majority of the readers were Pacey/Joey fans, so I just had to write a little scene for them. Thanks again!
Rebelgurl - Lol! It'd be kinda hard to read my story if you were blind, deaf, or dumb. Thanks so much for reviewing.
Cassie - I do think I'll put a little Alex/Lily in here, I'm just not sure when I will. Thanks a lot!
Sam - You really like those scenes, huh? I'll try to add a few more. Thank you!!!
The Queen of Snape - Thank you so much! I love your reviews. They make me feel special. :-D And uh-oh about the hurricane. I'm sorry about that. Hope it stays all good and well!
A/N: Chapter eleven! Aren't you excited? This chapter marks the last of the detention. A new character is also brought into the story. I wrote the end of this chapter first, actually, and I like it. I think you will too. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, give me your thoughts on it, and . . . yeah! Have fun, loving readers.
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"What's this brilliant idea of yours?" Timmy said, raising an eyebrow at Jordan. The others looked at him expectantly too, except for Alex, who only surveyed the younger one with slight interest.
"Well," he replied, putting his hands together and leaning secretively. "You know that payphone out in the hall?" Everyone nodded, not getting this genius idea. Jordan grinned. "If I can get on that, I can call up Mrs. Tringle, pretend to be Principal Wagner, and tell her that all Saturday detentions are canceled." He grinned as though his plan were foolproof. The room was silent for a few seconds.
"You're an idiot," declared Kelsey.
"Like that would work," Amy chimed in.
"Yeah, great plan buddy," said Sara.
"And how would that work? Like she couldn't tell you from Wagner," Timmy said, rolling his eyes in sync with Alex.
"Well," Jordan said, sounding exactly like their principal, "if I do say so myself, I have an excellent imitation of him." All of the kids' jaws dropped.
"That actually may be retarded enough to work," Alex announced, speaking for the first time in awhile. "But just forget about the payphone." He began rummaging through his pockets, and eventually came out with a silver cell phone. "Use this."
"All right," he said, taking it and punching in a seven-digit number. When he was done, he held his index finger to his lips, silencing the rest, and cleared his throat. "Mrs. Tringle," he spoke into the phone, using his Wagner voice again. "Yes, yes, it IS Principal Wagner. Oh, yes, I'm enjoying my trip very much." The look on his face told the rest he had no idea what trip he was supposedly enjoying.
Squinting towards the Audio Visual Room, Amy could barely just make out the shape of Mrs. Tringle talking on the phone. She did everything she could to stop from giggling.
"Yes, actually, there is a reason I called," Jordan went on, turning away from the group. "About those Saturday detentions . . ." Sara let out a high-pitched giggle, and everyone turned jerkily and glared at her. She hurriedly clamped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, that was just . . . a little girl, yes. Anyway, I need you to cancel those Saturday detentions. Make everyone go home. And don't worry about those kids making them up. The school should be cleared because the painters will be there soon. Yes, painters. Just please, can you do that? Okay, thank you Mrs. Tringle. Have a great day." He snapped the cell phone off and gave everyone the thumbs up, which was returned with giant grins.
Mrs. Tringle came bouncing into the library, looking sour. "You all are free to go. Go on, get out of here. Principal Wagner called to say that the school is being painted. But just remember, I don't want to see any of you in here any more. Now go."
Practically fleeing from the library, the kids all had to laugh about the stunt they just pulled off. Boy would Wagner be surprised when he returned from his trip . . .
As Timmy and Amy were leaving, they were sure that they caught Kelsey and Jordan holding hands for a brief second.
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"Almost finished packing?" Doug asked, clamping his own suitcase down and zipping it easily, before glancing at Jack.
"Yeah, almost," Jack replied, having difficulty fitting all the wrinkled clothes into his and having no chance of getting it even slightly closed. Doug laughed and went by his side to help rearrange.
"I can't believe we're going home," sighed Doug, taking a shirt out and folding it neatly. "It's been heaven here."
"Heaven and Hell all in one place," Jack corrected him, looking longingly at a picture of Amy he had brought along with him. Both men laughed again. "My poor baby's stuck in detention."
"Jack," Doug said soothingly, rubbing his back. "Get over it."
Grinning innocently, Jack pushed Doug away. "You go get us some food, okay? I can pack." He nodded.
"Ha. Right," said Doug, but nonetheless kissed him and left. Watching him leave, Jack thought to himself that Doug was one of the best things to ever happen to him. He actually almost didn't happen; Jack remembered clearly the time Doug came out to his parents.
((A/N: Okay, one more flashback because I really love writing these. So enjoy!))
"Tonight's the night," Jen said, squeezing Jack's hand and watching Doug sit down uncomfortably in between his parents. It was a Sunday night, and Jack and Jen were having dinner at the Witter house. Tonight really was the night; Doug had planned to come out to Pacey and his parents - no questions asked.
"Yep," Jack said absently, staring at the plate in front of him, his stomach unsettled. He was nervous as crap.
"I made the food," said Pacey from Jack's other side, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's delicious, if I do say so myself." They exchanged grins, even though Jack's was a little bit forced.
Dinner went smoothly at first. There was a bit of small talk, and a lot of eating. About halfway through, though, Doug finally cleared his throat. It was now or never. "Mom, Dad . . . Pace. I, uh, I have something to tell you."
Everyone looked up. Jen smiled slightly and Jack's stomach did a flip- flop. "What is it, dear?" Mrs. Witter asked, looking at her oldest son.
"Uh . . . Um . . . Well . . ." He looked at Jack and then said in a softer voice, "The food's delicious." He looked downwards and Jack's face fell. Of course. He knew Doug wouldn't have done it. Fixating a slight glare at him, Doug's insides pounded with guilt.
"You know, I just got a new . . ." said Pacey, but Doug finally, having had enough, stood up and shouted, "I'm gay! I am homosexual! Okay?!" He said it like everyone was making fun of him, or pressuring him. There was really only one reason he said it, but that reason was clearly evident in that dining room.
"What are you going on about, boy?" said Mr. Witter roughly, looking at him with a glare.
"I'm gay," Doug said more softly, breathing heavily. "With Jack. Jack and I are gay." The way he said it made Jack want to laugh, but he had the stronger urge to get up and kiss him.
Jen was beaming; Pacey looked smug; Mrs. Witter nodded understandingly; but Mr. Witter looked outraged. "You are not!" he growled, now fixating his glare on Jack.
"I always knew it," boasted Pacey to anyone who would listen. He wasn't a fool - he'd caught a few of those little sexual glances the two men had been sharing for the past few weeks.
"Yeah, Dad. I am. We - we've been together for a little while now," Doug explained, to which Jack nodded.
Springing up from his seat, Mr. Witter barked, "We'll see about that," and then heaved Jack up onto his feet. He clutched his collar and pulled him up until they were face level. His voice reeked of alcohol. Jack looked scared to death. "You've been putting all those stupid thoughts into my son's head," he said, breathing right up next to Jack's face. "I swear to God you'd better stay away from him. My son is not gay."
"Dad!" Pacey shouted, grabbing his father's shoulder. "You can't decide whether Doug's gay or straight. It's his decision!"
"You stay out of this Pacey!" And with that, he pulled his fist back and slammed it into Jack's face. Collapsing, Jack fell to the ground, color already sprouting up in his left eye.
"Dad!" Doug gasped, pushing his father out of his way and rushing to Jack's side.
"You're not gay, Doug!" he shouted, before storming out of the room. The rest was history.
((A/N: And that is the end of this flashback. How'd I do? Telll meee. Okay, back to present time.))
"I got chicken," Doug announced, coming inside the hotel room and carrying a large bag. He glanced at Jack, then stared at the suitcase which had no improvement from the time he left. "Jack! You haven't done a thing!"
Zapping out his stupor, Jack looked down at the suitcase sheepishly. "Oops," he said. "I sorta lost track of time."
Doug tsk-ed disapprovingly, before laughing and heading over to help the poor guy out.
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"Hey Dawson," said Alex, at the door of the Leery household.
"Hey Big Al. How's it going?" Dawson replied, grinning at his little sister's boyfriend as well as his soulmate's nephew.
"Great. Is Lily home?"
"Yeah, sure, hold on a sec," Dawson replied, before turning and cupping his hands around his mouth. "Li-ly! You got a guest here!"
Bounding down the steps came Lily, looking grateful. "Alex!" she said, running into his arms. "We gotta get outta here. Mom's cleaning." They all laughed.
"All right," Alex said, before turning to Dawson and joking, "Permission to take your little sister out?" Lily playfully punched him in the arm.
"Permission granted," Dawson said, putting on an air. "But she does have a curfew. And don't drink. And especially don't drink and drive. And remember, stay together. Oh, and . . ."
"Come on," Lily groaned, running off with Alex before Dawson could continue. "So, what have you been doing?" she questioned him when they were in the car.
"Oh, I had a Saturday detention . . ."
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"Daddy! Your home!" Amy shrieked, running into Jack's open arms. He squeezed her tight, now more glad than ever to be home. "Pops!" she said, moving on to Doug. "I missed you guys."
"We missed you too, hon," Doug said, holding on to her. "Did you and Tim have fun?"
"A blast," she replied honestly. "But I'm still glad you guys are home."
"Oh yeah, us too," Jack joked. "Imagine, trading this in for paradise? No way." Everyone laughed. "Hey Am.," he continued as they began to carry their luggage inside the house, "Remember how I always told you about the time at Dawson's when we always had those little movie nights?"
"Yeah . . ."
"Well, guess what!"
"What?" Amy said, looking curiously at her dad's delighted expression.
"We're having another one. For good time's sake!" he exclaimed, grinning dazzlingly. Amy's face brightened. Doug laughed.
"Really? Cool! When?" she buzzed, full of questions.
"Tomorrow night."
"And what are we watching?"
"E.T."
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The night after came quickly, and around six o'clock, everyone met up at Dawson's: Gretchen, Andie, Joey, Pacey, (and Jennifer, too) Jack, Doug, Dawson, Jeanine, Timmy, Sara, Amy, and even Alex and Lily showed up, with Gale playing waitress. They at first tried to fit into Dawson's room, but since there were so many people, they had to settle for the living room.
It took them a little while to get all set up, but soon enough the seating arrangements were made: Doug and Jack were on the loveseat; Dawson, Jeanine, Alex, and Lily were crammed onto a couch; Pacey and Joey were on the other couch, with Jennifer sleeping in Joey's arms; Gretchen and Andie were in chairs brought in from the kitchen; and Sara, Amy, and Timmy were laying on the floor. Gale was buzzing in and out of the living room with drinks and pizza and snacks.
"Guys, guys," said Dawson, holding up a battered copy of E.T. "I'm gonna put the movie in now. Okay?"
"Expect him to quote every line," said Joey, rolling her eyes and then laughing alone with everyone else. Dawson's cheeks turned red.
The movie was put in, the room went silent, and twenty-six eyes were fixated on the television.
About halfway through the movie, the children grew restless. Alex and Lily just wanted to make out, but they couldn't there - not with all the adults around. So all five of the kids tiptoed out of the living room and up into Dawson's bedroom.
Sara was glaring at Lily the whole time. Unsure of why she was receiving cold looks, Lily looked to Alex but he shrugged.
"I know what movies we can watch," Lily sniggered, throwing open the closet door and rummaging around. "Aha!" She emerged with a videotape.
"Oh my god," Amy said. "Tell me that's not . . ."
"It sure is!" she grinned. "It's been in there for ages, though. Dawson was such a dirty child."
"A man has a right to view these," Alex argued, grabbing the tape and putting it back where it came from. He looked defensive.
"Are you saying you watch porn, Alex?" said Lily, raising her eyebrows and looking surprised.
"Maybe, maybe not." He cut off her next sentence with a kiss.
Before long, Amy and Timmy also gave in to the urge and began kissing. Sara just pouted.
"I'm always the fifth wheel. I really need a boyfriend, man."
An hour later, the kids all headed downstairs (with four of the five panting kind of heavily) because they expected the movie was about over. Their suspicions were right, and the lights were on, the TV was off, empty pizza boxes and popcorn bowls were scattered across the room, and Joey and Dawson were arguing.
"I completely saw a tear, Dawson!" Joey said, crossing her arms.
"My eyes were just watery!" he lied, to defend himself.
"Oh, don't believe him," threw in Jeanine. "He completely bawled during Jaws."
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The doorbell rang and Amy immediately rushed to answer it, thinking maybe it was Timmy and Sara or Pacey and Joey or anyone else. Instead, she swung the door open to find an unfamiliar man, about her Dad and Pops' age, standing on the doorstep with a bag swung over his right shoulder.
"Hello," he said, almost nervously. She looked at him, baffled, and that's when she noticed his eyes. They were bright green eyes . . . she knew those eyes. Wait a second . . . those were her eyes! The shape, the color . . . for sure, those were her same exact eyes. The man had black hair, sideburns, and a little patch of black hair right under his lip, and then those eyes . . . Amy felt as though she knew him, though she was sure she didn't.
"Hi," she chanted back, breathing in slightly. Who was this man? "Can I . . . can I help you?" He looked downwards, and Amy had the sensation to run and grab Doug, for some odd reason.
"Tell me . . . do you know an Amy Lindley? Uh, it could actually be Amy . . ." Almost hurriedly, he snatched a piece of paper from the pocket in the front of his shirt. "Amy McPhee, or Amy Witter."
Blinking, Amy took a small step backwards, clutching the door and ready to run for her life. "M-maybe," she stuttered, "but why do you want to know?" His eyes lifted to meet hers.
"Are you her?"
"Uh . . . uh . . ." She didn't really want to tell him, but what was she going to say? Fortunately, Jack soon came to her rescue.
"Can I help you?" he asked, walking up from the kitchen wandering what was taking his daughter so long. His eyes were slightly narrowed at the strange fellow.
"Jack McPhee?" the guy asked. Amy's eyebrows arched up, as well as Jack's. Where was this man getting his information?
"Yeah. Who're you?" Jack challenged.
"I'm Mike. Mike Hoffman," he said, extending a hand. Looking confused, Jack shook it. That's when he spoke the words that changed Amy's life. He said them while looking down at the young lady, and smiling slightly. He said them easily. "I'm Amy's father."
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And now chapter eleven is finite! Aha, I loved the ending of this. I was sure I wanted to put this in somewhere. So yeah, I'm excited about writing chapter twelve. Which means even if you don't want it, you're going to get it.
Sooooo . . . what'd ya think?? Tell me, PLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEE. I'll love you! And you'll see your name in print! Well, sort of. Please, though, your feedback makes my day a whole lot brighter! :-D
Just remember - I LOVE YOU GUYS! Especially if you review!!!!!!!!
Summary: Jennifer Lindley had a daughter, Amy, who was left to be raised by Jack and Doug. Not everyone is very open to the idea of her having gay parents. How will she deal?
Author: Yelak.
Disclaimer: Though I would like to be, I am not the creator of Dawson's Creek and the only profit from this story is having you guys review, hint hint. ;-)
Reviewers:
WiccanWillow23 - Aww, thank you! Not to toot my own horn, but I really like the flashbacks too. I think I'm gonna work a few more in there. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
boschette - Thanks! I love your story too! I'm really glad you like it. Thanks so much.
damien455 - Thank you! And here is more for ya! ;-)
Laura - You know if you want it, you got it. So here's chapter eleven! Mucho gracias.
kayfanatik - And Jordan's idea will be revealed! Here ya go! Thaaaaannnnnkkkk yoouuu.
Tabitha - Addicted, you say? That makes me feel really special! :-D Thanks so much. And I knew a majority of the readers were Pacey/Joey fans, so I just had to write a little scene for them. Thanks again!
Rebelgurl - Lol! It'd be kinda hard to read my story if you were blind, deaf, or dumb. Thanks so much for reviewing.
Cassie - I do think I'll put a little Alex/Lily in here, I'm just not sure when I will. Thanks a lot!
Sam - You really like those scenes, huh? I'll try to add a few more. Thank you!!!
The Queen of Snape - Thank you so much! I love your reviews. They make me feel special. :-D And uh-oh about the hurricane. I'm sorry about that. Hope it stays all good and well!
A/N: Chapter eleven! Aren't you excited? This chapter marks the last of the detention. A new character is also brought into the story. I wrote the end of this chapter first, actually, and I like it. I think you will too. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, give me your thoughts on it, and . . . yeah! Have fun, loving readers.
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"What's this brilliant idea of yours?" Timmy said, raising an eyebrow at Jordan. The others looked at him expectantly too, except for Alex, who only surveyed the younger one with slight interest.
"Well," he replied, putting his hands together and leaning secretively. "You know that payphone out in the hall?" Everyone nodded, not getting this genius idea. Jordan grinned. "If I can get on that, I can call up Mrs. Tringle, pretend to be Principal Wagner, and tell her that all Saturday detentions are canceled." He grinned as though his plan were foolproof. The room was silent for a few seconds.
"You're an idiot," declared Kelsey.
"Like that would work," Amy chimed in.
"Yeah, great plan buddy," said Sara.
"And how would that work? Like she couldn't tell you from Wagner," Timmy said, rolling his eyes in sync with Alex.
"Well," Jordan said, sounding exactly like their principal, "if I do say so myself, I have an excellent imitation of him." All of the kids' jaws dropped.
"That actually may be retarded enough to work," Alex announced, speaking for the first time in awhile. "But just forget about the payphone." He began rummaging through his pockets, and eventually came out with a silver cell phone. "Use this."
"All right," he said, taking it and punching in a seven-digit number. When he was done, he held his index finger to his lips, silencing the rest, and cleared his throat. "Mrs. Tringle," he spoke into the phone, using his Wagner voice again. "Yes, yes, it IS Principal Wagner. Oh, yes, I'm enjoying my trip very much." The look on his face told the rest he had no idea what trip he was supposedly enjoying.
Squinting towards the Audio Visual Room, Amy could barely just make out the shape of Mrs. Tringle talking on the phone. She did everything she could to stop from giggling.
"Yes, actually, there is a reason I called," Jordan went on, turning away from the group. "About those Saturday detentions . . ." Sara let out a high-pitched giggle, and everyone turned jerkily and glared at her. She hurriedly clamped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry, that was just . . . a little girl, yes. Anyway, I need you to cancel those Saturday detentions. Make everyone go home. And don't worry about those kids making them up. The school should be cleared because the painters will be there soon. Yes, painters. Just please, can you do that? Okay, thank you Mrs. Tringle. Have a great day." He snapped the cell phone off and gave everyone the thumbs up, which was returned with giant grins.
Mrs. Tringle came bouncing into the library, looking sour. "You all are free to go. Go on, get out of here. Principal Wagner called to say that the school is being painted. But just remember, I don't want to see any of you in here any more. Now go."
Practically fleeing from the library, the kids all had to laugh about the stunt they just pulled off. Boy would Wagner be surprised when he returned from his trip . . .
As Timmy and Amy were leaving, they were sure that they caught Kelsey and Jordan holding hands for a brief second.
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"Almost finished packing?" Doug asked, clamping his own suitcase down and zipping it easily, before glancing at Jack.
"Yeah, almost," Jack replied, having difficulty fitting all the wrinkled clothes into his and having no chance of getting it even slightly closed. Doug laughed and went by his side to help rearrange.
"I can't believe we're going home," sighed Doug, taking a shirt out and folding it neatly. "It's been heaven here."
"Heaven and Hell all in one place," Jack corrected him, looking longingly at a picture of Amy he had brought along with him. Both men laughed again. "My poor baby's stuck in detention."
"Jack," Doug said soothingly, rubbing his back. "Get over it."
Grinning innocently, Jack pushed Doug away. "You go get us some food, okay? I can pack." He nodded.
"Ha. Right," said Doug, but nonetheless kissed him and left. Watching him leave, Jack thought to himself that Doug was one of the best things to ever happen to him. He actually almost didn't happen; Jack remembered clearly the time Doug came out to his parents.
((A/N: Okay, one more flashback because I really love writing these. So enjoy!))
"Tonight's the night," Jen said, squeezing Jack's hand and watching Doug sit down uncomfortably in between his parents. It was a Sunday night, and Jack and Jen were having dinner at the Witter house. Tonight really was the night; Doug had planned to come out to Pacey and his parents - no questions asked.
"Yep," Jack said absently, staring at the plate in front of him, his stomach unsettled. He was nervous as crap.
"I made the food," said Pacey from Jack's other side, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's delicious, if I do say so myself." They exchanged grins, even though Jack's was a little bit forced.
Dinner went smoothly at first. There was a bit of small talk, and a lot of eating. About halfway through, though, Doug finally cleared his throat. It was now or never. "Mom, Dad . . . Pace. I, uh, I have something to tell you."
Everyone looked up. Jen smiled slightly and Jack's stomach did a flip- flop. "What is it, dear?" Mrs. Witter asked, looking at her oldest son.
"Uh . . . Um . . . Well . . ." He looked at Jack and then said in a softer voice, "The food's delicious." He looked downwards and Jack's face fell. Of course. He knew Doug wouldn't have done it. Fixating a slight glare at him, Doug's insides pounded with guilt.
"You know, I just got a new . . ." said Pacey, but Doug finally, having had enough, stood up and shouted, "I'm gay! I am homosexual! Okay?!" He said it like everyone was making fun of him, or pressuring him. There was really only one reason he said it, but that reason was clearly evident in that dining room.
"What are you going on about, boy?" said Mr. Witter roughly, looking at him with a glare.
"I'm gay," Doug said more softly, breathing heavily. "With Jack. Jack and I are gay." The way he said it made Jack want to laugh, but he had the stronger urge to get up and kiss him.
Jen was beaming; Pacey looked smug; Mrs. Witter nodded understandingly; but Mr. Witter looked outraged. "You are not!" he growled, now fixating his glare on Jack.
"I always knew it," boasted Pacey to anyone who would listen. He wasn't a fool - he'd caught a few of those little sexual glances the two men had been sharing for the past few weeks.
"Yeah, Dad. I am. We - we've been together for a little while now," Doug explained, to which Jack nodded.
Springing up from his seat, Mr. Witter barked, "We'll see about that," and then heaved Jack up onto his feet. He clutched his collar and pulled him up until they were face level. His voice reeked of alcohol. Jack looked scared to death. "You've been putting all those stupid thoughts into my son's head," he said, breathing right up next to Jack's face. "I swear to God you'd better stay away from him. My son is not gay."
"Dad!" Pacey shouted, grabbing his father's shoulder. "You can't decide whether Doug's gay or straight. It's his decision!"
"You stay out of this Pacey!" And with that, he pulled his fist back and slammed it into Jack's face. Collapsing, Jack fell to the ground, color already sprouting up in his left eye.
"Dad!" Doug gasped, pushing his father out of his way and rushing to Jack's side.
"You're not gay, Doug!" he shouted, before storming out of the room. The rest was history.
((A/N: And that is the end of this flashback. How'd I do? Telll meee. Okay, back to present time.))
"I got chicken," Doug announced, coming inside the hotel room and carrying a large bag. He glanced at Jack, then stared at the suitcase which had no improvement from the time he left. "Jack! You haven't done a thing!"
Zapping out his stupor, Jack looked down at the suitcase sheepishly. "Oops," he said. "I sorta lost track of time."
Doug tsk-ed disapprovingly, before laughing and heading over to help the poor guy out.
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"Hey Dawson," said Alex, at the door of the Leery household.
"Hey Big Al. How's it going?" Dawson replied, grinning at his little sister's boyfriend as well as his soulmate's nephew.
"Great. Is Lily home?"
"Yeah, sure, hold on a sec," Dawson replied, before turning and cupping his hands around his mouth. "Li-ly! You got a guest here!"
Bounding down the steps came Lily, looking grateful. "Alex!" she said, running into his arms. "We gotta get outta here. Mom's cleaning." They all laughed.
"All right," Alex said, before turning to Dawson and joking, "Permission to take your little sister out?" Lily playfully punched him in the arm.
"Permission granted," Dawson said, putting on an air. "But she does have a curfew. And don't drink. And especially don't drink and drive. And remember, stay together. Oh, and . . ."
"Come on," Lily groaned, running off with Alex before Dawson could continue. "So, what have you been doing?" she questioned him when they were in the car.
"Oh, I had a Saturday detention . . ."
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"Daddy! Your home!" Amy shrieked, running into Jack's open arms. He squeezed her tight, now more glad than ever to be home. "Pops!" she said, moving on to Doug. "I missed you guys."
"We missed you too, hon," Doug said, holding on to her. "Did you and Tim have fun?"
"A blast," she replied honestly. "But I'm still glad you guys are home."
"Oh yeah, us too," Jack joked. "Imagine, trading this in for paradise? No way." Everyone laughed. "Hey Am.," he continued as they began to carry their luggage inside the house, "Remember how I always told you about the time at Dawson's when we always had those little movie nights?"
"Yeah . . ."
"Well, guess what!"
"What?" Amy said, looking curiously at her dad's delighted expression.
"We're having another one. For good time's sake!" he exclaimed, grinning dazzlingly. Amy's face brightened. Doug laughed.
"Really? Cool! When?" she buzzed, full of questions.
"Tomorrow night."
"And what are we watching?"
"E.T."
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The night after came quickly, and around six o'clock, everyone met up at Dawson's: Gretchen, Andie, Joey, Pacey, (and Jennifer, too) Jack, Doug, Dawson, Jeanine, Timmy, Sara, Amy, and even Alex and Lily showed up, with Gale playing waitress. They at first tried to fit into Dawson's room, but since there were so many people, they had to settle for the living room.
It took them a little while to get all set up, but soon enough the seating arrangements were made: Doug and Jack were on the loveseat; Dawson, Jeanine, Alex, and Lily were crammed onto a couch; Pacey and Joey were on the other couch, with Jennifer sleeping in Joey's arms; Gretchen and Andie were in chairs brought in from the kitchen; and Sara, Amy, and Timmy were laying on the floor. Gale was buzzing in and out of the living room with drinks and pizza and snacks.
"Guys, guys," said Dawson, holding up a battered copy of E.T. "I'm gonna put the movie in now. Okay?"
"Expect him to quote every line," said Joey, rolling her eyes and then laughing alone with everyone else. Dawson's cheeks turned red.
The movie was put in, the room went silent, and twenty-six eyes were fixated on the television.
About halfway through the movie, the children grew restless. Alex and Lily just wanted to make out, but they couldn't there - not with all the adults around. So all five of the kids tiptoed out of the living room and up into Dawson's bedroom.
Sara was glaring at Lily the whole time. Unsure of why she was receiving cold looks, Lily looked to Alex but he shrugged.
"I know what movies we can watch," Lily sniggered, throwing open the closet door and rummaging around. "Aha!" She emerged with a videotape.
"Oh my god," Amy said. "Tell me that's not . . ."
"It sure is!" she grinned. "It's been in there for ages, though. Dawson was such a dirty child."
"A man has a right to view these," Alex argued, grabbing the tape and putting it back where it came from. He looked defensive.
"Are you saying you watch porn, Alex?" said Lily, raising her eyebrows and looking surprised.
"Maybe, maybe not." He cut off her next sentence with a kiss.
Before long, Amy and Timmy also gave in to the urge and began kissing. Sara just pouted.
"I'm always the fifth wheel. I really need a boyfriend, man."
An hour later, the kids all headed downstairs (with four of the five panting kind of heavily) because they expected the movie was about over. Their suspicions were right, and the lights were on, the TV was off, empty pizza boxes and popcorn bowls were scattered across the room, and Joey and Dawson were arguing.
"I completely saw a tear, Dawson!" Joey said, crossing her arms.
"My eyes were just watery!" he lied, to defend himself.
"Oh, don't believe him," threw in Jeanine. "He completely bawled during Jaws."
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The doorbell rang and Amy immediately rushed to answer it, thinking maybe it was Timmy and Sara or Pacey and Joey or anyone else. Instead, she swung the door open to find an unfamiliar man, about her Dad and Pops' age, standing on the doorstep with a bag swung over his right shoulder.
"Hello," he said, almost nervously. She looked at him, baffled, and that's when she noticed his eyes. They were bright green eyes . . . she knew those eyes. Wait a second . . . those were her eyes! The shape, the color . . . for sure, those were her same exact eyes. The man had black hair, sideburns, and a little patch of black hair right under his lip, and then those eyes . . . Amy felt as though she knew him, though she was sure she didn't.
"Hi," she chanted back, breathing in slightly. Who was this man? "Can I . . . can I help you?" He looked downwards, and Amy had the sensation to run and grab Doug, for some odd reason.
"Tell me . . . do you know an Amy Lindley? Uh, it could actually be Amy . . ." Almost hurriedly, he snatched a piece of paper from the pocket in the front of his shirt. "Amy McPhee, or Amy Witter."
Blinking, Amy took a small step backwards, clutching the door and ready to run for her life. "M-maybe," she stuttered, "but why do you want to know?" His eyes lifted to meet hers.
"Are you her?"
"Uh . . . uh . . ." She didn't really want to tell him, but what was she going to say? Fortunately, Jack soon came to her rescue.
"Can I help you?" he asked, walking up from the kitchen wandering what was taking his daughter so long. His eyes were slightly narrowed at the strange fellow.
"Jack McPhee?" the guy asked. Amy's eyebrows arched up, as well as Jack's. Where was this man getting his information?
"Yeah. Who're you?" Jack challenged.
"I'm Mike. Mike Hoffman," he said, extending a hand. Looking confused, Jack shook it. That's when he spoke the words that changed Amy's life. He said them while looking down at the young lady, and smiling slightly. He said them easily. "I'm Amy's father."
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